Archive for September 2007
Firstly, let me just give thanks for a personal milestone: I made it for six months without any cortisone whatsoever. Huge achievement compared to the past three years. The meds (and all this alternative sh*t that I’m doing, lol) must be working.
Don’t know if I’ll make the seven-month mark, however. My legs and feet seem to have improved, slightly. Well, they’re not regressing, anyway. But now my left hand is acting up again, which is why I had to take cortisone six months ago. I don’t like playing the what-if game, because I am all too familiar with how permanent the damage can be, if left untreated for too long. I’ll give it a week though, and re-assess the situation then.
Thing is, I had a bad exacerbation today. Overdid things. Swam more lengths at the pool than I have in a while, and then had the audacity to go shopping with my mom for groceries on top of that. Got home at two and spent the next two hours recuperating. I’m a bit mad at myself for doing this, because it really aggravated my sore back, which has regressed this week. Actually that’s why I had a hectic workout in the pool, hoping it might help. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place.
I intend taking it ultra-rustig this weekend.
My baby-sis came for a visit, which we thoroughly enjoyed. She got here before eight yesterday morning, and her and I just got straight back in bed and snoozed for an hour, till Michael phoned from work and offered to take us out for breakfast. The restaurant that is our current haunt, has a furnace fire that gets lit on rainy days. Yesterday was plenty rainy, and quite chilly, so it was lovely snuggling up to the fire for warmth. Speaking of the rain, it has been absolutely delicious. Everything is so fresh and clean and green. Beautiful!
Anne (baby-sis) has an adorable little baby-bump already. Not as big as my non-baby bump though, lol. I think I rained on her parade a bit when I pointed that out. Okay, I was pushing my stomach out a bit, but then – so was she, ha ha. We all oohed and ahed about her sonar pics. Mind you, they are adorable. The cutest thing ever. Her jumping-bean, as she calls it.
Our flat is looking a sight better than it did. All the drainage problems fixed, for a start. We feel as though we’re living in the lap of luxury, just because the toilet is flushing properly and the pressure is back in the hot water taps. Also, they are replacing the tiles in the bathrooms and I think it’s going to look very good when they’ve finished. Oh yes, and they fixed one of the steps on the staircase than was sagging and about to give up the ghost. All in all, a good week’s work.
Friday afternoon, Michael phoned me from work.
“Have you started cooking yet?” he asked.
I had been trying to wrench myself away from the pc to do just that. “No.”
“Good, get your movie shoes on, we’re going out to eat, and then we’re gonna watch Ratatouille.”
Yay! I’ve been wanting to watch Ratatouille since I first heard about it (I love Pixar), and it has just started on our local movie circuit. The last time we went to watch a movie at the cinema was when Shrek 2 was showing (i.e. long ago). Unfortunately, our geyser was still giving trouble (it’s fixed now though!) and I had to bath in about 10cm of cold water. Luckily it’s the hottest September I have ever known. But from there on, it was just the most perfect evening.
Firstly, we got the best parking spot in the mall. Right next to the lifts.
We got great seats at the restaurant, next to a window, the most charming waitress in town and truly delicious food. Best vegetarian pizza I have ever had, and M says his pasta was divine. We shared a dessert (malva pudding) which was also faultless in its yumminess.
Then we went and got our movie tickets and ambled around a bit before going to secure ourselves good seats. We got one of the double seats at the back (the ‘love-seats’) and for once it wasn’t sloping forward at an awkward angle. Like everything else, it was just right. So we sat holding hands and kissing till the movie started, like two teenagers on a date.
There weren’t a lot of people in the cinema, just a handful of other couples. Interestingly enough, there wasn’t one kid in the audience, just adults. Pixar and co really are catering more and more for the adult connoisseur of animated movies. Graphically, the animation was beautiful! It’s amazing to see how far they’ve come with it. The story was something different and quite charming; we both enjoyed it a lot. The dialogue was clever and funny. I can really recommend it if animation is your cup of tea.
Back to the car, and here came the first part of the evening that was less than perfect. I had left my wallet at home, and Michael only had euro’s and dollars in his. (He had been paying with his card all evening). So we didn’t have enough change to pay for parking. And we had lost the parking ticket. It is R35 for a new one.
We only had to stress for about five minutes, because then we found the ticket, which had slid between the gear-box and the driver’s seat. We also managed to scratch R10 in change out of various hidey-holes in the car. And guess how much the parking fee was for the time we’d been there? Yip, it was R10, on the dot. And we only made it by a couple of minutes, otherwise it would have been more.
Ja, and so we went home. I told Michael that the best part of the night was going home with him as his wife. Because I had been feeling like a school-girl on a date the whole night, lol.
How often does one experience a perfect evening, without a single gripe at bad service, bad luck, bad timing etc. A person is so used to getting bad service these days, I am sorry to say, that good service turns an ordinary evening out into a magical one. And I do love a little magic in my life, which is why I a) go and watch Disney (Pixar) movies, unashamedly, and b) why I married Michael.
I seem to have gotten into the habit of posting on Thursdays. I think I might stick with that for now.
This week has not been the best. Not the worst either, because M and I have been having such a nice time. As I said to him yesterday, everyone always speaks of domesticity as the worst thing that can happen to a person. But there’s no-one I’d rather be domestic with than him. It certainly has its moments.
On the down side though, I’ve had a miserable head cold, sneezing my head off, and I still have that little problem where my throat constricts during the sneeze. My life flashes before my eyes, lest it doesn’t unconstrict itself again. I told M this, and he said, “Are you sure it wasn’t a piece of snot flashing before your eyes?”
Bless him, he always knows the right thing to say, lol.
Then. We have been having some serious, stinky drain troubles. Apparently the whole block of flats’ drains are blocked. The municipality is here today (hopefully) sorting it out. There are actually drums of what was blocking the drain (I’ll leave that to your imagination) standing outside our door. Okay, they are sealed, but just the idea. It’s enough to make me want to dig a long-drop in the garden!
Next Thursday marks six months cortisone free for me! This has been such a goal for me that I can hardly believe it.
However. For the past month or so, my legs and feet have been going progressively number. I hate this. It’s not a nice feeling, and quite dangerous, because I have scratches and bruises on my legs that I have no idea how I got. I remember back in 2005, my real bad year, I couldn’t feel my legs either, and I bumped and bruised the crap out of them, getting in and out of the wheelchair.
So now my dilemma. Do I go for meds? Or are the long-term side-effects of the drug too dangerous (esp considering how much I’ve already had) if you way up the inconvenience of numb legs and feet. After all, it’s not specifically debilitating and doesn’t take away from my quality of life as such. It’s just very irritating and gives me the creeps.
I still have three weeks of my chelation left, so maybe I should at least wait until I’m finished with that. Yes, I think that is what I will do.
Only thing is, in my personal experience, the longer I leave it, the more chance of it being permanent there is.
But now I’ve made up my mind. I will wait at least the three weeks. This is why I love blogging! It somehow helps me make sense of things. Do other bloggers find that too?
Before I sign off, let me just send out a huge thanks that I am no longer in that wheelchair, but trotting around like no man’s business. Life is good, numb legs and all.
(They may be numb, but hey, they can walk, and if I say so myself, are looking quite sexy from all the swimming. I have calves again and everything, lol).
… with apologies to René Descartes.
I do stink, of garlic. I have begun a month long course of homeopathic chelation capsules. Chelation, meaning ‘claw’ in Greek, is a chemical agent that binds to certain undesirable molecules in the body, usually heavy metals and escorts them out, mainly through the kidneys.
Ever since I found out that I have the dubious honor of having uranium and polonium in my system, I have been researching chelation. I have been for IV chelation before, but it is very aggressive and I only lasted for three sessions. Also, I had to go to Jo’burg to have it done, which is a major schlepp. So now I’m testing the oral version. The homeopath informed me to expect to smell of garlic, as that is added to the capsules to help combat the side-effects of the chelation, which unfortunately cannot distinguish between good minerals and bad ones, so it escorts the whole lot out. So one has to watch out for a mineral deficiency. For this purpose, there is also a micro-mineral and vitamin mix added in the capsule. And…drumroll please…the digestive enzyme serrapeptase, which I have been looking for for ages! Wanted to import the stuff, it was on my to-do list of things to try out. Now I have it right here in the chelating capsules. Bargain.
I’m on day four, and yes, the garlic odour is quite strong. I said to Michael, “I don’t know if I can hold out on this for a month.”
He answered, “More importantly, I don’t know if I can hold out for a month.”
I’m mildly excited about the chelation. According to my homeopath, he had a Parkinson’s patient who did the chelation course, and went from not being able to walk and needing care, to driving around town and doing his shopping unaided and having his independance back.
Having said that, I’ve tried too many things to expect an instant cure. I am too seasoned a traveller on this road to have such naiveté. Still, I reckon it’s worth a definite try.
At the moment, I am feeling a bit tired which is to be expected. If the rest of the prophecy holds true, I can expect some serious energy next week. Can’t wait 😉
My darling (and well-travelled) hubby is back, safe and sound, and full of stories about Italy. I went with my parents-in-law to fetch him from the airport. I was a bit apprehensive, because I had no idea of the distance that I’d be required to walk. But thanks to my FIL dropping me right by the door of the arrivals lounge it was no problem at all. I had a good time, actually. And Michael was quite surprised (and happy, apparently) to see me there when they came out from the luggage carousel and customs gauntlet. Nothing like a bit of absence to make the heart grow that extra little bit fonder, lol.
He bought me some Swiss chocolate which I am relishing, and two really nice F1 shirts. A Monza shirt (the name of the course) and a McLaren Mercedes/ Hamilton shirt. I’m not a huge fan, but if pressed for a favourite it would be Hamilton.
Michael says it was almost a religious experience for him when he heard the F1 cars for the first time. He recorded it on his cellphone and it is now his ringtone. He says the race was brilliant. A definite highlight of his life. Also, he was right there in Pavarotti’s homeland when the news broke of his death. They played one of his songs as a tribute at the race, and M says it was incredibly moving. He went straight to a CD shop and bought a double ‘best of’ CD. I’m so glad he’s developing a taste for classical music. I’ve always tried to get him to listen to it, but he says it took a trip to Italy to convert him, lol.
Here’s me in my new shirts, all the way from Italia 😉 Excuse quality of photo’s. They were taken in the shadow without flash. Oh yes, and notice the hairdo. I had quite a huge amount of hair lopped off. Thought I’d spruce up a bit before my lovey got home.
As I write this, Michael is waiting at the airport for his flight to Italy. Wow, can’t believe it. I’m hoping that he has one fantastic trip, and am looking forward to seeing him next Wednesday, and hearing all his travel tales.
He just phoned me from the airport. They are boarding in an hour’s time. He sounds pretty excited.
I was pondering the other day whether there is such a thing as a soul-mate. Personally, I agree that there is. One soul out there who perfectly matches your own. However, I do concede that with approximately four billion people on Earth, that there may be a few souls that match the criteria. But when I asked Michael if he believes in soulmates, he just looked at me and said, “Duh.” ‘Nuff said. Michael and I are soulmates, whether the concept exists or not.
A common argument against ‘soulmates’ is, “Well, that’s sure a coincidence that they were both born in the same (hick) town.” But really, with soulmates being such a huge idea, stars being aligned and all that, is it really such a leap of faith to assume that two souls destined for each other could be arranged to be born not too far apart? It’s a lovely concept, though, isn’t it?. One that I am more than willing to buy into, having found my own soulMate.
PS Being each other’s soulmates doesn’t mean you never fight. Oh boy, can you fight. But somehow, even the fights seem right, written in the stars, lol.
We went to Jo’ies on Monday, to fetch M’s Italian visa. The route there was harrowing, and we had a near death experience in the traffic. Phew! A car swerved out from behind a truck right in front of us. Luckily, M had his wits about him and managed to swerve just enough to miss him, but not enough to swerve into the car driving alongside us.
Anyway, apart from that, it was really beautiful. Summer has arrived faster this year than any other I can remember. Literally overnight. So all the plain looking shrubs/ trees on the side of the roads had just exploded in blossoms. I just found it so lovely, these plain almost stark trees, still winter bare, but with clumps of candyfloss like blooms stuck to their branches.
After the visa fetching stop, we went to my favourite restaurant, Kauia, where I had my usual: hummer wholewheat bun, smoothie, tot of wheatgrass juice, and Kauia’s to-die-for muffin. Michael took a photo of me ordering. He said afterwards it was a pic of the Maggie-bird in its natural habitat.
That’s me in the stripy top.
He likes taking photo’s of me when I’m not aware of it, and totally absorbed in something else. Then I end up looking like a dork, like here (I was reading something):
Actually can’t believe I just posted such an unflattering photo!
It was a nice day, though. We listened to our Johnny cash CD. I just love his song, “A boy named Sue”. A classic! We were driving down the M1 highway and just laughing our asses off. I love a song that tells a story. Then we had a moment with Ghost riders in the sky, which has some terrific guitar riffs. So haunting, and the song paints such clear images in the listener’s mind.
Also, how cool is Sean Kingston’s song, Beautiful Girl ?
And how heartbreaking is I know a love that will never grow old? Performed by Emmy Lou Harris for the movie Brokeback mountain, for which she garnered a Grammy award.
Good stuff, I tell you.