saturday
Page in my paper journal. Very simple.
Not writing very much recently in either my paper journal or here. A few things have happened but I just didn't feel the desire to write about them at that time. Here I am waking up at midnight after going to bed at 9 tonight so what's to do... crochet, put earbuds in and listen to stuff on my phone? I could play the electric piano with the earphones. Take a picture? Write something?
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On Monday I had a nuclear stress test. Not fun. But it was interesting. I was taken to a padded chair with a big wraparound camera thing in front of it. I was supposed to drink a cup of water before they started to take the pictures. Normally I'm a sipper, not a gulper and I ended up having the water go down the wrong way. Lots of coughing. A person comes by, doesn't really look at me and says do you need a drink of water? I have a bottle of water in my hand. I say no, that's what did this to me. I think if I ever have this test again I will be okay with doing it the chemical way rather than walking on the treadmill. They suggested I could do it that way if I wanted to a few times but I said I thought I'd be okay with the treadmill (thinking treadmill was superior). But while I was frantically trudging as fast as possible up the incline she had a hard time getting my blood pressure. Too much going on and my blood pressure was high anyway even before that. I think the whole thing would be easier on everyone involved if I was just sitting still and they did their testing TO me. Anyway, it all was fine in the end and it appears I have no build up of plaque around my heart arteries - at least not yet. I am relieved and feel revived. I've always kind-of believed that medical treatments are a way to spiritually scare the problems out of you. If a person can live through the treatments - the shots, the needles, painful squeezes to the arm, forced drinking of disgusting things and embarrassing situations (colonoscopy), shocks to the heart (cardioversion), being cut into, organs removed, and metal parts inserted then that person has proven their desire to live and they deserve to get more time in that body.
Tonight we went to a soup tasting/pot luck dinner in Clarion put on by the ARC. It was $5 per person or free entrance if you bring a pot of soup. I made cream of potato soup. There were only 2 soups that did not have meat in them so I didn't have many soups to try. When it came time to use my 5 tickets for voting "best soup" I gave them to Dave to use. He went around looking for cups with the least tickets and put our tickets in those.
The weather has warmed up a lot in the last few days. All the snow is gone. The ice on the lakes is gone too and Dave has been putting his ice fishing gear away. He got to go out 6 times. We're nearly through January! Candy and I hiked on Oak Hill on Monday and yesterday. We've had a lot of rain and it's a wet world. Now that I have rubber boots I feel like a little kid again and go right through the puddles. I can remember how we used to wear buckle up galoshes over our shoes. They didn't feel very warm to me but they were waterproof. The coat room (it was called the cloak room back then) at our elementary school had coats and snow pants with suspenders hanging and galoshes lined up in the winter. Thinking about that makes me feel very old and from another time.
Well, it's 3 am now. I'm thinking I can go back to bed and get back to sleep.