It's the morning after Christmas (thus the above date). The Husband had to get up and go to work this morning (slight bitterness because he works for a Canadian company {Eh?} and all the folks north of the border get today off for Boxing Day). I didn't (no job = not having to get up and go to it). The Black Dog and I snuggled in until almost 10am so that was nice (sorry, Honey!).
So this morning my mind is on:
1. Belgium or regular? I grew up in a house with a waffle iron. I'm old, so it was the old kind of waffle iron. The thin waffles with lots of small ....waffles. I asked for a waffle iron from Santa. Santa came through! But I sent Santa the wrong link to Bed, Bath, & Waffle Irons. Santa got me a Belgium iron. I, being an ungrateful waffler, whined. Yeah, I'm ashamed. But it's NOT the same. After extended discussion with a Santa who knows NOTHING about waffles it has been agreed upon that there will be an After Christmas Exchange. I'm just afraid to go do it today because all I want is a regular waffle iron while all the other millions of people who will be driving on I-10 today and going into the stores are actually after the 70%! Percent! Off! Christmas! Items! Two! Days! Only! stuff.
2. The fantastic banana pudding we brought home in the care package from yesterday's Christmas FEAST at my sister's house. It didn't make it til morning. Got eaten about 11pm last night, in bed with The Black Dog and a good trashy crime novel. Wish I had some for breakfast.
3. It's sunny out there, but I know it's too cold to drop the lid.
4. Do I have clean underwear or do I have to do laundry today?
5. Synthroid and Levothyroxine are NOT the same drug regardless of what the FDA says. With most drugs, things like antibiotics and such, generics are totally the way to go. But with a hormone that is measured in MICROgrams, um, no. Because of the allowable range of deviation within each pill, a generic can have a good bit more or a good bit less of active ingredient. Because pharmacies are always going to buy the cheapest drug available on any given purchasing event, it's hard to get the same generic manufacturer consistently and each manufacturer is going to be slightly different not only in active ingredient but also in fillers. Got a infected itch? Get the generic. Got a hormonal imbalance that can screw with YOUR WHOLE LIFE? Get the brand. C'mon. The co-pay difference isn't THAT much. And it doesn't take that long for your doctor to write "Brand Medically Necessary" on the script.
6. If you're laying in bed Christmas morning enjoying the warm covers and bedmates, and you hear a siren pass by in your neighborhood, take a moment to be thankful for the professionals in that vehicle: the police officers, the firefighters, the paramedics, the EMTs. They're up saving people's lives while you're laying in bed thinking about cornbread dressing and that cool cranberry sauce that comes out of the can in the same shape with the same can marks on it that you've been eating for 40 years.
7. I know you've heard it before but, Diabetes is not to be trifled with. I got a call last night from an old friend. He is, again, in the hospital being carved up. He's been diabetic for decades. The first couple of decades he blew it off because He's A Tough Guy. The third decade he began having to stick himself with needles ever day (probably should have been doing it for years but Denial Isn't A River In Egypt), he had his first of many heart attacks, and started to lose feeling in his feet. In this decade, about eight years ago, he had a good bit of one of his feet chopped off because he got an infection, didn't care for his feet, and ended up with green and black flesh. THIS is not a good thing. This year, on Christmas eve, his son rushed him to the emergency room because he was seriously not right. He had developed blisters on his thigh, big nasty ones. They came on quickly, and progressed from worrisome to disgusting in a matter of hours. Two hours after hitting the ER he was in surgery where he was getting chunks of his thigh carved off. Eight hours after that he was getting carved on again as the infection moved fast up his leg. Last night, he was being watched closely for further movement of the infection. The next thing to be carved off if the infection keeps moving north will be his MAN PARTS. It's that bad. Staph is SERIOUS stuff. Especially in a diabetic whos numbers regularly come in at 300+, who has a poor diet, who is stubborn, overly macho, and (Love you guy, but...), flat out STUPID about how he takes care of himself. When I visited him in the hospital a few years ago when he had part of his foot removed, the first thing I said when I walked in the room was "What the hell's the matter with you? How stupid can you be???" I'm probably taking a drive down to the VA tomorrow and I'll probably tell him the same thing. Amazing that he loves me, still.
8. I miss my Mom and Dad.
9. On New Year's Eve, The Husband and I will be over at a friend's house blowing stuff up (they live in the county) and playing Cranium Turbo. I'll partner up with Ray and as long as he doesn't get a little too happy (read: DRUNK) we're gonna kick everyone's ass.
10. Don't do it. Regardless of how sweet and pretty and loveable and charming those two greyhounds that you spent Christmas eve with are, DO NOT adopt one. Even though your sister-in-law's fiance has two at his kennel who are retired from racing and ready for Forever Homes. There's hardly any room in your bed now with you, The Black Dog, and The Husband. If you get a greyhound you'll have to start sleeping on a blow up mattress in the living room.Labels: cooking, husband, medicine, personal urban drama |
