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clevermanka) wrote2011-04-12 10:39 am
clevermanka) wrote2011-04-12 10:39 am
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I need to re-read my drug info sheets to see if leg cramps and sore joints are possible side effects for anything I'm taking right now. My legs are killing me. Especially the hip joints and calves. Ye-owch. I had some cramps in my quads this morning after walking up the hill, too. Weird. I hope it's okay to take ibuprofen while I'm on these antibiotics.
The visit to Indy was nice. Except for the part where both my parents came down with nasty head/chest colds the day after I arrived. I spent the whole time kind of leaning away from them and drinking most of their Emergen-C supply. Between them and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mckitterick, it's going to be a miracle if I don't come down with something this month.
Nana's doing great. She isn't allowed to use her cane anymore, though. She has to use one of those wheeled walker things now. I'm not sure she'll be able to drive again. But she's able to put weight on the left leg already, and can navigate a kitchen well enough to cook something. For her food prep/kitchen agility demonstration for the physical therapists, Nana made kale chips. I thought that was pretty super. Yay, kale chips!
Mommy's looking at retiring next year, and I think Daddy's freaking out about money a little bit. He's not pulling in the salary at his church that he did with his lecturing biz (duh). Mommy doesn't make a lot working at the library, but it pads the household budget enough that everyone is fairly comfortable. If she does retire next year, I wonder how (or if) they're going to afford to go to Paris.
My family is getting old. It's weird and uncomfortable-making. Also weird and uncomfortable-making was when Daddy mentioned to me what song he wants me to sing at his funeral. Awkward. What do I say to that? I don't sing anymore, period. My voice is just...gone. It's like asking someone to do a tap dance routine after a debilitating knee injury and twenty-some years of non-practice. Not to mention being under incredible emotional stress. I'm not sure how to navigate that one when the time comes. Bleh.
This is my week of decaf tea in the morning. Next week I go to all-herbal all-the-time. The transition isn't so bad. Yesterday I had a headache, but I've had a headache pretty much since I got on Thursday's plane. Too many air pressure changes.
The visit to Indy was nice. Except for the part where both my parents came down with nasty head/chest colds the day after I arrived. I spent the whole time kind of leaning away from them and drinking most of their Emergen-C supply. Between them and
mckitterick, it's going to be a miracle if I don't come down with something this month.Nana's doing great. She isn't allowed to use her cane anymore, though. She has to use one of those wheeled walker things now. I'm not sure she'll be able to drive again. But she's able to put weight on the left leg already, and can navigate a kitchen well enough to cook something. For her food prep/kitchen agility demonstration for the physical therapists, Nana made kale chips. I thought that was pretty super. Yay, kale chips!
Mommy's looking at retiring next year, and I think Daddy's freaking out about money a little bit. He's not pulling in the salary at his church that he did with his lecturing biz (duh). Mommy doesn't make a lot working at the library, but it pads the household budget enough that everyone is fairly comfortable. If she does retire next year, I wonder how (or if) they're going to afford to go to Paris.
My family is getting old. It's weird and uncomfortable-making. Also weird and uncomfortable-making was when Daddy mentioned to me what song he wants me to sing at his funeral. Awkward. What do I say to that? I don't sing anymore, period. My voice is just...gone. It's like asking someone to do a tap dance routine after a debilitating knee injury and twenty-some years of non-practice. Not to mention being under incredible emotional stress. I'm not sure how to navigate that one when the time comes. Bleh.
This is my week of decaf tea in the morning. Next week I go to all-herbal all-the-time. The transition isn't so bad. Yesterday I had a headache, but I've had a headache pretty much since I got on Thursday's plane. Too many air pressure changes.