Just to share why I can never get a morning job…Mark wakes me up at 5am (he never sleeps he’s a 24 hour vampire)…to take first medication that has to be in the morning but no food for at least an hour. I hopefullly go back to sleep until 6am, where I get medication that NEEDS food. Then, I have several ways to test if I am safe to go.

GOOD-standing up
BETTER-staying up
BAD-cold hands, feet, and nose
WORSE-touching my water bottle turns the water to ice
BAD (and embarrassing)-face turns bright red
I’m trying to cover up a bright red face with makeup, and it doesn’t work. I decide to avoid the public for another half hour.
GOOD-Wordle results in less than 5
BAD-Wordle fail
GOOD-Maru, the Japanese cat, is still alive and making videos; he makes me laugh.
BAD-Rita, the duck, dies on the homesteader’s farm, and I was sad.
GOOD-Cats will annoy me enough to get up and give them a treat, or they will start biting my frozen toes.
Laughter is the best medicine, period. Anyone with chronic illness(or, as Dr.D says, “Chronic illnesses, I’ve never met anyone with just one”) can tell you we don’t include pain, anxiety about wearing comfortable clothing rather than fashionable clothing, and brain fog in any category. What? We got used to that long ago. But this is why I can’t plan mornings well.

Engineer Navy officer list maker Mark has adjusted to “So how’s it going, can I get you anything?” time line. It is a miracle, less stress also means things get pulled together far more quickly than “We leave at 8am!” Make that 8:15 or 8:30.

Incredibly lucky to have the support I have, though also rather lonely because of the advent of COVID-19. A close call from another virus reminded me why I wear a mask in public and use hand sanitizer. A lot of it. Even without COVID-19, many things can kill me quickly, and quite possibly, one will one day. We all go, so at my age, the sympathy is gone from most medical professionals!

Not ready for my appearance yet!