Too much...

I tried to accomplish as much as possible yesterday while still under the influence of the steroids and before the pain kicked in. I was a little off in my timing.

In the morning, we took Mr. Whacko to Petsmart to get more dog food. We also needed another leash as he had bitten through his nice one. A friend who walked him for us while I was in the hospital inadvertently left it where he could reach it. BDHA bought him this squeaky toy in the shape of a beer bottle. It has an extremely annoying loud squeak.

We then took him to an area in Moon that has been cleared for an office park. There are streets and sidewalks but no buildings yet. We let him out to run and noticed before he did that there was a flock of Canada Geese out in one of the fields. If he had been a little closer by the time he noticed them, he might have been able to catch one. We have a 6' privacy fence in our backyard and he can jump high enough to look over it. I don't know what we would have done if he had managed to catch one.

We got home and I had just enough time to get ready for MFD's shower. BDHA dropped me off at the Sewickley library on his way to the airport. It was a really nice luncheon up in their community room. She received three place settings of the Fiestaware, the butter dish, salt & pepper shakers and matching placemats. I decided I was going to try and stump the reference librarian (MFD) and asked her which one was the salt shaker and which was the pepper shaker. One of the other librarians jumped in with the answer before MFD. Dang...I should know better than to ask a question in a room full of librarians. We took everything home and then left again for a few more errands.

I stopped at work because I needed to get my "computer" glasses off my desk, pick up the baseball tickets I won (BDHA was worried about those since they were playing the CUBS) and to say hello to my co-workers and thank them for the cards. While there I could feel all my energy just seeping away. Since we were almost at the craft store where we needed to get paper products for the shower, I decided to push on.

I don't know if I'll be able to describe this so that you can understand but remember those puppets on the end of a stick where you pushed a button and the puppet tightened up and was stiff? Then if you let the button go, the puppet would flop back down all loose? That's how I felt. It took all my energy to keep my button "pushed". I was afraid that if I lost any bit of concentration, I would fall down in a puddle and not be able to move.

MFD got me home and as I was getting out of the car, I noticed that my 7 yr old neighbor and her 6 yr old nephew (yes, nephew) were standing on their side porch. We share a driveway with two other houses. These houses were built before people had cars so there was no need for one. Once people started driving, they put them in where they could, so we share. I noticed that the boy had a spray bottle in his hands. As I turned my back to get my purse out of the car, I felt him hit me with the spray. I turned around and asked him if he had sprayed me and he said yes. Anela, the girl, said "Mrs. Gardner, did you already grow all your hair back?" I said no, this is a wig. And then, because I was feeling peevish, I said "Do you want to see something scary?" and pulled off my wig. The boy's mouth dropped open and he just stared. Anela has seen me without my wig so it didn't bother her. I was tired and cranky and hopefully it won't scar him for life... :)

I made it into the house, into bed and took an hour nap. I *had* to get up only because I needed to feed Mr. Whacko and check my blood sugar. The steroids make it go sky high and I have to work on keeping it under control.

I got up this morning for the same reasons. To let the dog out (who let the dogs out! Who!) and check my sugar. It's come down by over 200 points since yesterday morning. I decided to post while eating breakfast but I'm headed back to bed. I can feel my jaw and teeth starting to ache. Let the pains begin...

Oh...MFS came in some time last night from State College. He's returning my car and picking up his. I can't drive his. I call it the "Rumble Rocket". It sits about 1/2 foot off the ground. If I was ever able to get into it, I'd never be able to get out. It's a cherry red Grand Prix that RUMBLES... I'm looking forward to seeing him...once I wake up again and he's up.

Take care all...