The last spoon

Morning all, have been in a bit of chaos the last few days. I made a swatch of the St Birgitta cap, and realized that without long hair, my measurements are different. Sighs. With the chaos, I’m not going to have the pictures posted right away.

Meanwhile, I’ve been working on a million other things. Remembering to take my meds has been interesting, and I need to get the check list updated there. My husband is aiming for another surgery, and Duke and I are aiming for more snuggle time.

The other night took the cake though. My beloved decided that at 11 pm, he wanted some snacks. We were low on fuel in the car, and he wanted quite the list of t;hings. I finally had to just say no. I did do a Walmart order though, and picked it up just before 8 in the morning.

I got 2 hours of sleep, and my body stopped being able to regulate temperature again. After hauling the groceries in, I laid down for a nap, and added another 3 hours of sleep. Then I ended up taking the man of the house to the Dr. He needed that MRI.

Waiting in the car for over an hour was not choice. I finally went and stopped at the gas station. It was getting dangerously close to E. He was done by the time I got back, and the lovely human who helped me fuel the car did a good job.

Then we went and got our booster shots. The neat things about those shots is that for me, everything tastes like metal for the rest of the afternoon. Talk about ruining a good iced coffee. Sighs. We got our shots, returned home, and I finally got to hit the necessary.

I was able to eat, but a ham and cheese sammy, with metalic overtones wasn’t choice. I didn’t make it worse by adding mustard or anything good. I knew that it would ruin the taste of good horseradish mustard for me. That was a no go.

I ran out of spoons, crashed in the bed, and watched videos. I was too tired and in too much pain to sleep. At some point, I read another chapter of the latest and greatest shifter novella, and finally got up for the evening. Here’s where we are now. No spoons left, and I’m still awake.

I missed my meetings, and I missed my life. Sighs. It’s okay though, I still have good horseradish mustard. I still have a couple of ounces of diet dr pepper. I still have what’s left of my brain.

It’s the little things, and if my little grey cells will keep on, then so will I. Hugs my friends. Take care. -L