I made it

After all the whining in the last post I thought it was important that I check in and reassure that I am still surviving. Actually though whether it was the procedure, day trip to the city or just the frantic pace I really felt like the snap was taken out of me today. My face has a large, dark ,swollen discolored, weeping, itchy, burning, painful sloughing area on the upper left cheek… but other than that everything’s great. I did have the presence of mind to put an extra large band aid in my pocket as I left the house this morning and it wasn’t long before that turned out to be a good idea. “What happened to your face?“ Was the standard greeting today instead of “oh no, here she comes again, it’ll mean more work”. There were several creative explanations for the bandage which occurred to me or someone else, the best of which was one of the LPNs at the Manor who told me to say “I’m trying to quit smoking and I have no willpower so I need a patch this big” It would fit the criteria of a spot above the level of the heart.

I am proud to say that I didn’t use my face as an excuse to not do my exercise program and even invited the torturer down (after Boot Camp) to make sure that my technique was right and I understood all the moves. I was kind of afraid that since I could still walk without limping that perhaps I wasn’t do it correctly. But on the whole I had it right and am actually finding that even with this being only my third session that I can make it all the way through without feeling like I’m going to pass out now. I made sure that mister was safely settled in bed reading and then said “this is not a spectator sport, I don’t expect to see you”. The cats however were highly amused by the dance music, the flailing and the panting but Crystal says her critters are so conditioned to it that they ignore her.

Today was pay day, always a highlight in my month so the baby daughter has gone off with the debit and air miles card to grocery shop. I must say the cats are annoyed as they’re out of cat food and have been pacing for a couple of hours while they wait for the grub. I’m not a big fan of putting away groceries at any time of day but at 11:30 p.m. it does make me a bit testy. However I get to leave late tomorrow morning as I’m off to Yarmouth for a meeting and afterwards to pick up the cruise package (am guessing it’s confirmation numbers, tickets etc) from the travel agent. It is Friday as well so there be a happy dance performed by yours truly.