It's been a whirlwind, or maybe a rollercoaster lately. I'm better. Much better. Although, I have to go in once a month for Evenity, just because where I had Frozen Shoulder in that left arm has calcium problems which might lead to one day having a fracture.
Honestly, I feel my left side is so different from my right side. I have bad bruising from where I take insulin shots on my left side, but not on my right side. Even the tetanus shot I recently had when I got my COVID and Flu shot left a big bruise.
I'm having to put my driving skills to work because the hospital that has the infusion center I go to is close to the heart of the city. But it's only monthly shots for a year. But some of the volunteers at the book sale room who are retired say these treatments might lead to different ones, so it might never end.
And there is my hubby, who is as stubborn as always about his health. And I can only do so much. We at least have home health care checking on him twice a week now, and they are finding just how much of a rebel he is. Hopefully, he won't end up in the hospital again. Hopefully.
So yeah, aging isn't easy, and we never know what might pop up. I do miss blogging. I miss writing. I miss blogging friends. Seriously, I just don't have friendships like that in reality. There are co-workers. Some friends from the writers group. Still, they don't know me like online friends do.
Of course, I had a bright idea for our writers' group to have a zine. Now it's been tough to come up with a story with the theme "Anniversary," and it's due in a couple of weeks. So that's been pressure, with everything else going on.
On the upside, I finally got our kitchen sink fixed. No more Little House on the Prairie of lugging buckets of water out the patio door. Of course, it'll cost me, but I don't guess we'll be moving out of here, and it is tiring. I feel the house can be more of a home now.
Believe me, there is always something to do around here. And if that's not enough, someone isn't getting enough oxygen to his brain, and that can be puzzling. But then again, I've always lived a bit of a crazy life so it's not that unusual.
Recently, I was talking to a coworker about Sean Penn, and she said, "He's always been kind of creepy to me." I laughed and told her I thought I had found my own Sean Penn when I was in college. I guess it just goes to show I must like creepy. Of course, my hubby doesn't look like Penn anymore.
