A Bad Day

 Yesterday was a total loss. I woke and tried to escort the canines out the door when a wave of extreme dizziness knocked me down. Thought I was going to have to crawl to the back door to open it. Fortunately, there is so much junk on the porch that I had plenty of handholds to get me there.

About every two months I get out there and clean like a whirlwind of pure fury. Just because I didn't create the chaos I do not get to opt out of the cleaning. When I clean, I move everything and rearrange it to my liking. I zone things and give explicit instructions as to where things are supposed to go. It all falls on deaf ears ..... quite literally.

But I digress. I spent the better part of the day in my recliner with my right hand upward above the level of my heart. Along with the dull constant ache, it was throbbing to the beat of my heart. I was dizzy for most of the day. The messy person awoke full of vim and vigor and wanted to go out for breakfast. He wanted me to participate in the endeavor, proving that the man cannot read the room.

My arrythmia was bouncing from slow to fast and spaces in between. My hair was sticking up in all the wrong places, and I was wrapped in my favorite blanket that has doxies dancing across it. Still in my nightgown with fluffy socks of different colors adorning my feet. Did I look like a lady yearning to dine out? No, I did not. I looked like an old woman getting ready to lie down and suffer a slow death.

The day was gloomy and cold, just like me and I sat watching Netflix with a soft kitty and fat doxie in my lap. As dusk fell, my headache subsided and I was beginning to feel somewhat human. I ate some crackers and went to bed. The man intent on procuring "food" came home with smash burgers and onion rings earlier in the day and the very scent of it made my stomach churn. I did not eat much, but I did not do much either.

Today is better, if for no other reason than the sun is shining and the temperature is rumored to be a high of 50. I will be able to stomp out to the deck and perform a cleaning while grumbling about my lot in life. I will feel better after that. I will even drag out numerous leftovers to tempt the hungry man.

Two days ago, I roasted the tastiest butternut squash I have enjoyed in some time. It was huge. I sliced it down the middle and seeded it, then filled the hole left with butter and salt and pepper. Popped that bad boy in the oven and cut the bulbous ends off for our dinner. I saved the remainder, and it will become the most delectable soup today.

The man who eats can have whatever leftover meat he can find in the fridge. I just want the soup.

I will clean the porch, then move all my ferns to the big table and construct another plastic sheet greenhouse over them. I will be anticipating my soup as I work.

Tomorrow will find me in the cardiologist office for the better part of the day. I have two procedures scheduled and will be happy to put that behind me. On the 18th I will have a bone density test and a mammogram. Could this month get any better?

My engagement ring was cut off with my garden clippers this morning. The band was worn so thin, it was easy to pop it with my clippers. The hard part was bending it outwards to get my finger out. The diamond is intact. While I am laying quite still as the stress test is going on (they said to prepare to lay down with my arms over my head for an hour), I have instructed the man to take my ring to a jeweler and have it reset.

That sounds simple enough, right? I also told him that I would appreciate it if some other gems, like maybe a ruby (my birthstone) happened to be set in the new ring. I have shown him pictures of what I might like, and we shall see if he can handle this. He thinks he will give it to me for Christmas. I want it for my anniversary. Let him agonize over my Christmas gift!