First I brush my teeth and comb my hair and check the place on my nose. I have an appointment with a dermatologist on June 20. I put on public clothes today. This, the public clothes, is for days when I will have to leave my floor. Today, I will have to pick up a package at the mailbox.
On to the big time energy, doing the stuff that I hope will keep me able to move around and breathe. I need to do this as soon as I think of it. If I wait too late, I won't do it. Around the building with the rollator. Hardest trip yet. Had to walk in the street because I wobbled and staggered badly. Positive, good thing I had the handles to hold on to, but, negative, there is the extra strength needed to keep the cart from rolling away from me. I should put some weight on it to stabilize it. I think I've said this before, but I forgot, and forget. I was prescribed, in aid of this goal, (breathing, strength) Albuterol inhalers. I tried them for a week. I felt no appreciable improvement, breath wise or energy wise. Au contraire.
And, this was the scary part. One night, after using them for a few days, while I was lying in bed, I realized I was furious. Hard angry. Enraged. These were entirely feelings. No thinking. No reasoning.
I had decided to be a person who consulted a doc and followed advice. Let go the constant self diagnosis. At this point, though, I decided I'd better offer a consult. Albuterol is
not a steroid, it is a beta-agonist, so not steroid rage. 'May cause irritability or depression.' I'm suspicious, and, getting no noticeable improvement, so, out with the inhalers. Done with this.
Anyone need 500 puffs of Albuterol?
I make a green smoothie from a list I keep on the table. Last week I bought all the veggies needed and packaged and froze them in serving size. You will soon understand why the previous preparation and the LIST are vital ingredients.
LIST: fresh spinach, cauliflower, carrots, corn, jalapeño, tofu for protein, red, green, and yellow peppers, avocado, cilantro, celery, coarse ground black pepper, turmeric, cayenne pepper, fiber powder, and a lot of lemon juice.
All of these, plus about 6 ounces of tap water, in the blender, make about 2 of my water glasses almost full. It is tasty to sip through a tall red straw as I compute.
In the old days, this would have seemed to me a picky time filler for people who have too much time and not enough to do. Now, that is still what it is, but I am one of those persons. It gives me something I can feel worthwhile doing. I focus because it is interesting to me. All these ingredients are in plastic storage containers in the frig or freezer. Easy, after the original cutting and packing is done. It will probably last about 2 weeks.
Go onto the balcony and do some leg lifts, side, back, front. Fresh air and exercise. Multitasking. Sometimes I can't help my self.
Ralph, our postman, is back from vacation and just brought my package to my door. He's a good guy. Working 2 shifts daily. Has not had a day off since December. Always cheerful, always pleasant. No Spring chicken. So. I could have saved all the energy I spent putting on decent clothes this morning.
Days are long when you get up early and have no place to go. September's Song lyrics notwithstanding, the days grow longer when you reach metaphorical September!
This stuff is written mostly with someone coming along in life behind me in mind. Sharon and I continue to ask why no one warned up about the things one needed to deal with in the golden years. This is sort of an attempt. Not really meant to inform my, (as far as I know)only readers. But it has to go somewhere.
Now, no mental energy left for the Miss Marple section. Maybe tomorrow.
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