I’ve been racing around all morning. I took Charlie to the groomer, and he coughed much of the way. I should have warmed the car up first, so my nerves were stretched taut with guilt about not having warmed up the car.
When I got there, I told Kim if he had any problems, to take him across the street to my vet’s office. Oh, how you worry about your babies. They can’t talk to you!
Then I went to get groceries and pick up prescriptions.
Concerning My Nerve Pain:
It’s hard to function anymore without a brace on at least my right hand. I wear it at night as well.
The other day I talked to the nurse to get a referral to see a doctor about my hands. The nurse told me that the doctor yelled at her because she wants me to get my neck taken care of first.
Well, that means either of two things: cortisone shots in my neck or some sort of surgery. My neck is already partially fused, so what would they do for severe stenosis?
I think the surgeries I had on my thumb and wrists 20 years ago are simply wearing out. Much of this may be from my neck, but I think at least some of it is not. I could be wrong.
I told the nurse if she wanted someone to yell at, to tell her to simply call me and yell at me. The nurse is just the messenger and shouldn’t draw the ire of the doctor.
I’m so tired of having to see doctors. I haven’t seen a dentist in several years. I don’t have dental insurance for one thing.
And the last two times I saw the dentist I inexplicably got shingles in my mouth within 48 hours. So I am not anxious to go. Who wants to spend a lot of money to then get shingles?
I don’t know for sure that I’d get it again. But twice in a row kind of set a precedent in my mind.
When I Thought 30 Was Old:
When I had lunch with my daughter last Friday she was telling me about her husband’s ear problem. She just turned 40 and he’s about to turn 40.
I said: “Hell getting old, isn’t it?”
However 40 now sounds pretty young to me. Funny how that works, huh?
When I was younger, I recall turning 30 and being a bit depressed. Oh my, how silly was that? I laugh about it now.
As I’ve gotten older (I will be 62 in February), the years passing haven’t really troubled me. I mean, getting old is better than the alternative, isn’t it?
Plus, I think you come to terms with and gain wisdom of the years passing. Birthdays don’t bother me. I know I’m way past the halfway point in my life. But this is an immutable fact. There is no changing it. So why fight it?
Why Fight What Is Natural?
We age. Our body and our mind ages. Why fight nature?
I accept who I am, how I am, and that’s good enough for me.
Most of the time when I see women with makeup on, what I see is a woman with makeup on. I can tell she has makeup on. To me that kind of refutes the whole point.
I like the natural look. I admit I’m never going to look for a date or to get into a relationship again, so it’s not like trying to get male attention.
And I guess I get a little satisfaction from getting my head shaved. My ex used to say women find a man to marry them and then get their hair cut short.
I looked at him and I said: “Well, your hair is short.”
Loving What’s Simple:
I like feeling the air on my scalp. I like reaching up and only being able to hold a tiny bit of hair between my fingers. Yeah, I’m kind of weird. But it feels “clean” to me.
This does not mean I don’t care how I look. I do.
Right in the middle of writing this the groomer called me to tell me Charlie was ready. Of course I don’t want him to have to be away from me any longer than necessary, so I immediately headed that way.
I know this post is late for me. So I hope you didn’t think something terrible had happened.
Charlie After His Grooming Visit:
My boy is a handsome little fellow, even without a tooth in his head.
Oh and look at the photos I got of these two pals. This was taken yesterday afternoon.