Archive for November 2008
The reason I didn’t go with to the funeral, as you may have guessed, is a certain Bluebeary doggie.
The city where the funeral took place is a six hour drive from us, so necessitates sleeping over at least one night. We didn’t know what to do with Bluebeary, who has been the light of our lives in the month and a half that we have had her. We couldn’t leave her at friends/ family because they all have big dogs. With the exception of Michael’s parents, who left their own dogs in the care of their maid. But I’m scared Bluebeary would play too rough with the Pekingese doggies with their bulging eyes. The one puppy, who is a month older than Blue, is very aggressive towards her and though she is submissive towards him, I can totally see her snapping those sharp, sharp teeth of hers in his face and gaffing one of his eyes. I don’t want that on my conscience.
The other thing is just plain bad timing. We could have left her in our home alone. Our neighbour would have checked in on her once or twice a day. Unfortunately, the security gate that Bluebeary regards as her own personal doggie-door is fast becoming too small for her to squeeze through. She only just makes it through, with huge effort. Any day now, she is going to get stuck going through and it could just as easily have been this weekend. We didn’t want to take that chance, and Michael asked me if I would please stay home with her over the weekend.
I reckoned it was bad enough that Michael had to bury his granddad this weekend, without still having to stress about what was happening to his beloved dog. So I agreed.
My heart is sore that I couldn’t be there, though.
The dog is missing Michael terribly. She is going ’round the house, peeping into every room in case he might be there. When it is time for him to come home from work, she sits at the front door, waiting. And of course the feeling is mutual, so I sent him a photo of her today. I call it Beary the Sphinx:
I got it back like this: (It had undergone a wee bit of editing on Michael’s Nokia N95).
Now that’s creative, lol.
Later, I got this one…
Michael has quite obviously missed his calling in life. He needs to be one of those people that make cute animal posters that people hang on their walls, lol.
I am missing him, but I have to admit that there is a part of me that is enjoying my girly weekend. Just me and Beary. (By the way, she is such a great little companion.) (And takes her job of protecting me very seriously. Even against a gurgling bath plug hole, which she gave a good barking to).
I have no-one’s schedule to adhere to bar my own, and it is quite nice. But only for a weekend. I like being married. Correction: I like being married to Michael. My life would be very boring without him 😉 Although, he is going to get his butt whipped at table-tennis when he gets back!
This morning I went gymming, which was very nice. I met up with my dad at the pool. Not that I can keep up with him. He is as fit as a fiddle and is hard at work training for next year’s Midmar Mile.
I have been loafing off gym for too long, what with going to hospital etc. I wasn’t that inclined to go back, either. But then earlier in the week, my back started getting really sore again. Definitely the same sacro-illiac trouble as before as my hips were hurting like hell and pain was being referred in every direction, even to my foot. So starting on Wednesday, I have been to the gym on three consecutive days and it is amazing how my back has recovered. Also amazing how fast swimming becomes addictive again.
Afterwards, I went to Musiq Land and bought the UNISA Grade 7 music examination album. I want to play the April session in 2009 so will have to start working at it. I am very excited about doing this and seeing how far I can take it.
When I was messing around with the cellphone photo’s that I posted here, I came across some that we took two weeks ago. Turns out that Face Warp works on dogs, too. Logically, as they also have a face. Check these for a laugh…
Beary the Gobbler 😉
Does it show that I’m alone at home? lol
This has been a very sad week for the family. Michael’s grandfather, who has been really sick these past months, fell and broke his hip on Monday. The shock was too much and two days ago he passed away. He was nearly 88 years old and a really cool old guy.
We got the phone call to let us know of his passing at 11:30 on Tuesday night. Michael was already sleeping, but because he was close to his granddad, I woke him up to tell him. Michael is never at his best when he is woken up out of a deep sleep. So I held his hand, and broke the news as gently as I could. He looked at me with pain-filled eyes and then went right back to sleep without saying a word. In the morning, he had no recollection of me having told him, and he had to hear the news again from his dad.
Michael loved his granddad a lot. He told me often that there were bigs parts of his personality directly attributable to Oupa Ben. Particularly his love of sport. Granddad was a huge sports fan and always knew the exact score and statistics of any major sports event on the globe. His later years were spent on his lazy boy recliner watching sport on satellite dish. He and Michael used to have great sporty chats.
I was extremely fond of Granddad, too. From the first time Michael took me to meet him, shortly before we got married. He was more than just my husband’s grandfather – I adopted him as my true grandfather immediately and I think he adopted me as his granddaughter. He was always so, so nice to me.
This was a feisty old gentleman. He could tell the most fascinating stories of his days working at the South African railways, his time during the war and his days as a champion bowls player. Really an interesting man. Of course, he was known to embellish his stories a tad so that you didn’t quite know what was true 🙂 He could sure spin a good yarn.
When Michael and I got married, he caught my garter, which was apparently something that he made quite a habit of doing, as he had a collection of them going.
My side of the family had only ever seen him at our wedding, but he made such an impression on everyone that they always ask after him. A real character, I had heard more than one person say of him.
Michael and his granddad had a very special bond. See the easy affection captured in this photograph at our wedding.
It is so sad to see a good man like this go. He will be sorely missed and very fondly remembered, always.
Rest in peace, Granddad Ben, and godspeed.
Unfortunately, I will not be able to attend the funeral tomorrow (long story). At least Michael was able to go, which is the most important thing and I will definitely be there in spirit.
I remember reading ages ago how good it is for one’s mental health to have ‘cute’ things in one’s life.
Things that make your toes curl, your heart soften and cause you to say, “Ag, shame!”
I can’t recall the details of the study in question, but I remember being impressed at the impact that cuteness can have.
We all need some cute in our lives.
I am well catered for in that area. In fact, one could say that my cup runneth over with cuteness.
Case in point, cuteness personified, Madame Bluebeary. She loves yogurt a lot. And whenever M & I have yogurt, then I’ll dish up a little for her, too. (As per the vet’s instruction). The cute part? When she’s finished eating, she has ‘yogurt lips’. Take a look:
Then there is my alarmingly cute husband. Please note, although he is exceptionally cute-looking, the majority of his cuteness stems from within. This is just one of the cutest people on earth. I love his quaint ways, his goofball sense of humour (same as mine) and his cute outlook on life. I married for cute, what can I say?
Today, I came across something that appealed to my quest for cuteness. Now, I may or may not have mentioned this before, but I am a huge Crocs fan. Spare me your opinion of how fugly they are – I ♥ my Crocs. Which is why I have four pairs. And today I bought my fifth. Check it out…
Off the radar, ain’t it?
I am feeling so much better.
Not just from the side-effects of the meds, but in general. I literally haven’t felt this good in about five years. And it is so wonderful.
Back in the old days (circa 2004) when I still had the full 5 gram course of steroids to treat a relapse, it used to take me ages to normal out afterwards. Like a month.
With my current self-medicating habits of 1 – 2 grams when needed, I get the same benefit, and a whole lot less side-effects. The neuro has come to accept that I do better on a smaller dose and he goes along with what I want to take, even though he always says I should ideally do the five day course. But so we learn, hey.
The heat was absolutely sweltering today, and I was actually able to carry on my life as normal. Two years ago, the heat would have had me laid out half comatose in bed!
My granny is visiting at my parents house this week. I haven’t seen her since July, so was very happy to spend some time with her. Such a classy lady, deep into her eighties, but beautifully dressed and her hair cut so nicely. I complimented her on it, and her reply was that it looks so flat and that she will be having it ‘perminated’ tomorrow. Perminated! Priceless.
I drove to my parents house in our Jetta and was so grateful that I could do it. I love driving. Always did, and I hated it when I couldn’t and was reliant on other people to take me where I wanted/ needed to go. I don’t think Michael was that keen on it, either, lol. I comandeered many of his lunch-breaks to ferry me around all over the place. (Read: to buy groceries, which counted as a personal shopping spree for me, obviously, *snark*).
On the way back, especially, I marvelled at the glorious feeling of being behind the wheel. The road I took is a somewhat rural back road, and with the sun just setting everything looked so beautiful. The grass looked so shiny and the trees so lush. The traffic was very light and I was able to just detach and enjoy the experience. When I first started driving again, I was too nervous to enjoy it at all. Now I’m finally comfortable enough to have fun.
Michael marvels at the consumption that I get. Compared to him, that is. I don’t know the exact stats, but he is impressed. This is because I drive like a girl, I tell him. I don’t tear up to stop streets and slam on brakes, and then tear off again, lurching through the gears. Amazing how light you go on petrol when you don’t do that, lol.
Thanks for all the well wishes yesterday. I am feeling quite a lot better today. Still a bit on the t.i.r.e.d. side but not too bad. I’m over the worst. Made it through another round without T.K.O. The bell has rung and I am still standing. Suddenly, I’m looking forward to Christmas.
Here are some pics of Bluebeary and I vegging out on the couch today, just to prove that I’m out of the woods. Although, a photo of me whipping Michael’s butt at table-tennis would’ve probably been more convincing. Unfortunately, I don’t have one of those. A pity, because I did beat him. He had a major handicap of fifteen points (out of a possible 21) but then I had quite a freakin’ handicap myself, having just had a sh*tload of cortisone.
The stakes were really high. So high that I am not at liberty to discuss them. Wahahaha!
She’s so cute and cuddly when she’s sleepy.
Isn’t she growing into just the most gorgeous doggie?
I crossed the line from feeling ‘grotty’ to feeling downright ‘ghastly’.
My kidneys hurt, my stomach hurts and I feel vaguely pukey. No appetite, and that for me is a real warning sign 😉 The best I could get down was some stomach-settling dry toast and some yogurt.
My face has gone all puffy and flushed. Geesh, how did I forget about these delightful side-effects? I guess an MS relapse kinda overshadows the memories of medicine side-effects.
Went to the shops with hubby earlier. Very. Bad. Idea. I took a bit of a turn there, could actually feel my eyes going into a glassy stare. People were giving me a wide berth, I swear. I felt like such a druggie. Couldn’t make eye-contact with people and every sound was highly amplified. I actually felt the vibrations of a shopping trolley that someone pushed past me.
Managed to get home and passed out on the bed.
Feel like I am on such a trip.
Think will go have another little lie down.
Maybe a little puke, first. Bleh.
I got back home on Wednesday morning, feeling quite good, if a bit spaced out from lack of sleep and the meds. It was so nice to get back to my own (51 layer density foam mattress) bed, after sleeping on what passes for a mattress at the hospital. I actually had to ask a night nurse for an extra pillow in the middle of the night just to put between my knees so I could sleep, my back was hurting so.
Apart from that, I actually had a very pleasant stay in the hospital. The food was good, the ‘service’ (aka nursing) was good and everyone was very helpful and friendly. I also had a real character in the bed next to mine. You never know what you’re going to get as far as wardmates go, so it’s always a relief if you get someone nice, that you can talk to. Us two insomniacs chatted until well after midnight. We were trying to get the nurses to round up a midnight feast for us, to no avail, lol.
This lady is a rose enthusiast. I overheard her and her husband talking about their 80+ rose bushes that they have, and afterwards I struck up a conversation with her about it and gleaned some valuable rose-growing tips. Her hubby brought her a huge vase of roses from their garden, and I got to see all the different types. Very interesting. I want to go and buy another rose tree this month. After the discussion with my wardmate, I think I’ll plump for the Abracadabra rose. What is special about this one, is that each rose, when the bud opens, is a different colour – hence the abracadabra. Surprise!
Felt tired on Wed night and didn’t want to cook. Made the huge mistake of going to SPAR and buying a chicken pie for myself. Michael had a hero roll and spring roll. That bloody pie stayed with me till the next morning. It was so indigestable, or perhaps it was because I’m on a course of antibiotics and my digestion isn’t what it should be. (I burnt my arm on our electric frying pan and it looked like it was going bad, so the doc gave me some antibiotics for it).
Yesterday I woke up feeling all right, if tired still. We took Bluebeary to the vet for her innoculations. It was so funny – the vet squirted a bit of deworming syrup onto her tongue and she refused to put her tongue back in her mouth for about ten seconds, just had that beautiful blue tongue of hers hanging out to maximum capacity. Even the vet had a good laugh and he is generally a bit dour. Then, on the way out, we bought her a small rawhide bone to chew on. But as we left, she tried to help herself to one of the HUGE bones on display. We nearly never noticed that our chow was trying to shoplift 😉
My mom-in-law made her legendary chicken stew yesterday and invited us for lunch. I was so glad, because by that time I was definitely not feeling well. The food was delish!
Yesterday afternoon I started crashing from being off the meds. My body ached and I felt so tired. It is not the worst I have had it, not by a long shot. I have crashed in the past that I felt like a bus had hit me. (Although someone who actually has been hit by a bus would probably argue that point with me). This time I just feel like I’ve been mildly beaten up!
I still feel grotty today. In and out of bed, reading bits of a book till I get too tired and have a little rest. I forgot what a shock it is to a body to be pumped full of high dose cortisone like that. I’m not too crazy about this spaced-out feeling. With any luck it won’t be followed by a bout of mild depression such as I’ve had in the past. Hate that. I’ve been lucky the last fews times though. Just a day or two of feeling unmotivated and a bit bluesy.
My puppy is being so gentle and loving towards me. I’m sure they can sense when one is not feeling that well.
And now I can hopefully look forward to a festive season without any pesky MS symptoms. Now that will be joyful indeed!!