It's 3:43 in the morning as I write this. My sleep schedule is still very messed up and resists my wimpy attempts to right it. Fall is coming and I just want to hibernate through the winter.
Yes, winter is on the way. It's 54F right now, a drop of about 15F in overnight temperatures from last month. We had some thunder and rain earlier, but it cleared up and tomorrow it's supposed to be sunny and 86F. That's fine. It's better than the 100+ degree days we were having a month or so ago. It's nice that it cools down overnight in the desert. If I'm going to sleep, I sleep through the hottest part of the day anyway.
I did a few things this week:
I saw the P.A. at the dermatologist's office. She was new, a young, hip Asian woman who had on huge fake eyelashes and a lot of makeup and looked like a TikTok "influencer." No matter. She gave me a couple of prescriptions.
I met with a new therapist on Thursday. Her name is Rachel and she seems very...therapist-y. So that's good? I don't even know anymore. I've had good and bad therapists over the years, but only a couple of very good ones who truly helped. The other good ones just got me through. The bad ones did real harm, some of them, and are probably still out there, ruining the lives of other patients.
I changed my surgery date from November to January. (I have yet to pick the exact date in January. They have the first week and the last week open and I'm tempted to push it out to the end of the month. Some of it is fear of having surgery. Some of it is that I want to have some therapy and physical therapy prior to surgery and moving the date buys me some time.)
A few other happenings this past week:
We heard from our friends Glen and Kathleen. We meet them for Zoffee (coffee over Zoom) every couple of months and the last time we met, Kathleen had to have a biopsy after an abnormal mammogram. It turned out to be bad news--the second time she's had this same bad news--so we got an update on her post-surgery and pre-radiation therapy condition. It all sucks but then while she was recovering from surgery, she got bit by a centipede (!) in her own house. We haven't heard that story--that was just a text from Glen--but we may meet, if she's up for it, for Zoffee soon and we can hear all about it.
I hate centipedes. They are so creepy. I mean, cancer's worse of course, but centipedes are still pretty bad.
What else?
Poor Gray Kitty had to go to the vet on Friday. He gets a monthly shot for his arthritis but it messes with his stomach and hasn't been as effective as it was when he first got it. (I think it might be because his arthritis is getting worse.) The vet thought it might be a good idea for him to wait a bit before getting his new shot and we (mostly if not entirely Dave) are supposed to keep an eye on him, up his pain meds to keep the worst of the pain at bay, and monitor his eating habits since he's lost a bit more weight. He is a very pampered old kitty. Dave offers him about fifteen different cans of food a day (I usually offer an additional 2-3 cans of food on top of that), trying to tempt him to eat anything. Dave also takes him for supervised walks daily. Gray Kitty can go out onto the courtyard whenever he wants to but he likes to go out the front door where there is no fence to keep him safe from things like coyotes. Sometimes on his "walks" he naps in the warm, sandy dirt. Sometimes he sits in Dave's lap on the front porch. Sometimes he tries to go to the neighbor's yard and hisses at Dave when Dave stops him. Then he pouts and wants to come into the house.
What else?
My stomach is a lot better. For some reason, the NP who is my PCP thought I might have diverticulitis (I don't) and wanted me to follow a liquid diet (I didn't). This diagnosis is based on the pain in my stomach, results from a colonoscopy I had done three years ago, and on my white blood cell counts which was 0.7 over the upper limit (that could be anything from allergies to stress to being overweight). So that was an interesting phone call to get.
Ok.
It's five after four in the morning now. I think I'm going to...maybe do some reading or some sewing or watch the rest of one of the dumbest (but sometimes funny) movies I've ever seen, Blades of Glory.
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