The Answer Is Hazy

I gotta say, my blogland friends are great. I appreciate your comments and emails. You have no idea how much better y’all make me feel.

The last couple of days, I’ve lurked at some of your blogs because I just had to see what was going on with you…..nosey arent I? just too weak to comment.

 

For most of the month of January, I feel like the Magic 8-Ball has had the answer to how my life seems to be:

 “reply hazy. check back later”

I went back to the doctor Tuesday.

My left lung is better but there is not any change in my right lung. I suppose that explains the stabbing, sharp, endless pain in my right side of my upper back area.

More meds, a new one thrown in, and a stinging shot in the rear. The exhaustion I feel is starting to get old. 

I smoked 1-2 packs of cigarettes for years and have been quit for 5 years. I do not deserve this pneumonia!

My physician did threaten me with hospitalization should I not be any better next week. Not an option, I informed him.

When I was in the 4th grade I had a nasty case of pneumonia. It was winter and cold in Northern Michigan. The only thing I clearly remember about having it back then, was laying on the couch and my mother reading to me the books, “Ramona The Great” and “The Black Stallion” —because I was too sick to read them myself…..taking a horrible tasting orange antibiotic medicine and eating a lot of homemade chicken noodle soup. I also watched the movie “Creature From The Black Lagoon” during the middle of one feverish night. It gave me awful nightmares.

What I’d give to have my mother nurse me back to health just one more time………..

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Here’s some things thats happened in my blogland absence:

• Mr. Fishy croaked. Wee One was heart-broken for 2 days. Now he wants an ‘orange fish’. I assume he means, Goldfish.
• Bubba’s wrestling season is officially over. Baseball starts now.
• Wee One has not ate any boogers since Bubba told him the doctor would have to operate on his belly. Wee One is still picking his nose though.
• Bubba took his first unofficial pre-ACT test with his study group and scored a 21! woot!!! Now he is working on the areas he is weak in.
• This Saturday is the big MathCounts competition. We have to be on the road at 7 am. I hope with everything in me I am feeling better by the weekend.
• The Dr.Phil show had on a man that weighed 700 pounds. Wee One asked me how the man got so gross. I had to explain the man was not gross, he was fat because he ate too much and did not exercise enough. Now, everytime Wee One wants to eat something he asks if it will make him fat. Cripes! I hope he gets over that soon. It is not like we are all a bunch of twiggys in my family anyhow.
• Wee One did wonderful at the dentist in Tulsa. He had to get a cap on a back tooth. His dentist was a tall beautiful black woman who he really liked. She gave him the ‘laughing gas’ and called it ‘spiderman gas’ which was a big hit with him. Wee One goes back on Monday, same day I go back to my MD.
• Hubs has been scarce. He is in the process of drilling and has to babysit the drillers which has kept him away from home. I think this has helped in my recovery…well, very slow recovery.
• Bubba has a new girl friend who he is being slightly secretive about. I suspect she is a high school girl (9th grade). He has not had a steady for quite some time now…..hmmm.

We’ve had ice fog, snow, sun, 68 degree temperatures, below zero windchills.

Today we are lucky enough to have a winter storm warning. I am not too worried about it, driving in the snow does not bother me, driving on ice does though. The weatherman is only calling for snow accumulations.

Oklahoma’s weather has been just as crazy as the entire Nation’s has recently been.

I took these 2 photos Monday evening after coming indoors from doing my barn chores. It felt like an April spring evening in Oklahoma. The sky was just so weird.

Why is Bubba playing basketball in his jammies?

I am so very thankful Wee One will play with his modeling clay for 1 -2 hours. It has helped me so much the last 2 weeks.

My ever faithful Marvin. He knows I am not feeling well and has been my constant companion while I am on the mend.

Marv has fell off the ‘diet wagon‘ because of me.

Marvin has been such a loyal buddy, in my weakness, I allowed him to eat as much of his old fattening cat food as he has wanted too. Which, by the way, has been a lot. He can chow down for a domesticated feline.

I am a bad, bad, cat mama.