It is cold and rainy. I have the Christmas tree lights plugged in and my little Duraflame stove going. I feel snug as a bug in the proverbial rug. I’ve found that I can turn my heat down 4-5 degrees with that stove on.
I woke up this morning and it was nearly an hour before I realized that it was Friday instead of Saturday. My days are all so similar that they tend to run together in my mind.
I want to thank all of you for your wonderful suggestions and advice for Liz. You came up with many options and ideas I’d never thought of.
She so appreciates all of you helping her to go down what is often a very lonely road in one’s life.
I Made An Appointment:
Yesterday I made an appointment for the afternoon of December 26th to get the cortisone shot in my neck.
I wave the white flag. Because I can’t take it anymore. I wake up at night with the pain throbbing. Then there might be an hour or so where it calms down.
And it is during those hours that make me rethink it, which is what has been happening for months. I talk myself out of going.
Applying ice seems to help the pain more than anything else.
My daughter will go with me. I’m not crazy about doing this. In fact I don’t want to do it at all. But I have read comments from some of you who say the injections have worked wonders. And I’m just so tired of the pain.
The afternoon I went to the appointment and left due to the doctor being so far behind, I happened to be talking to a woman. She told me that she gets the injections.
I told her I didn’t want to go that route.
She said to me: “When the pain gets bad enough you will change your mind.”
I guess she was right.
And I called the nurse to tell her about the upcoming appointments because she is the one who got yelled at last week. I wanted her to tell the doctor that the mission was accomplished in terms of me starting to deal with my neck.
I have an appointment with the neurosurgeon in February. She wants me to see him first I think.
But I saw his nurse practitioner a month or so ago and he said getting the injections should be the first option.
Ivy On The Spot:
This is what happens when you take your bed linens out of the washer and drape them over chairs to dry. A cat is bound to lay down on them. Every single time.
Doesn’t she look prim and proper on my gray sheets? The look on Ivy’s face is one of deep thought. She looks to be mulling serious matters. I wonder what she’s pondering?
Abi’s Spirit Shines:
I happened to be standing in a certain spot this morning looking out the patio doors.
From that particular view it appeared that the Christmas tree lights were shining ornaments on the bare branches of the hibiscus plant outside.
It is the red flowered hibiscus plant I bought last summer because it reminded me of my spirited Abi.
I felt my throat swell with emotion.
And I thought: Abi’s spirit is here. She wants me to see her all lit up just like her personality always was. My Abi is shining brightly. She wants me to sense her presence.
She has been gone 7 months this week.