Good grief!
I turned around and all of a sudden I hadn't logged on in AGES!
Ricky is doing great. The new treatments affect him longer but not quite as severely as the old ones did. People have said he looks better this year than when they saw him last year. That could very well be. I see the daily changes. He's doing well.
I am almost an ex-smoker. What's 'almost?' Well, I have the nicotine patches and I bought an e-cig. The latter is amazingly helpful. I got tobacco flavor to start. It gives me the visual satisfaction, meaning the visible vapor I exhale, and the rest of the hand-to-mouth stuff. The patches help with the physical withdrawal. BUT I have gone from 20 to 25 a day to 2 or 3 a day. I still need to work on those 2-3. But I am able to see and feel differences already. There's a program which was very helpful as well from Living Well. It focuses on positive, on choice, rather than negative - can't, denial, etc. It's much more effective, in my book. But I didn't have ALL of me in it. So now I have the couple a day to deal with, one way or another.
The season has begun. I am not 'in charge' of a damned thing this year. They're hoping it well help keep me from burning out. But then they scheduled me for 8-hour-days. I had to remind D that I can only deal with the pain up to 5 hours and then I need a break. A couple hours' break. Then I can come back for another 3 but 4 will kick my butt. What can I say? The docs didn't think I could do any. And there's a lot about the job I cannot do. Won't even try. Ain't worth it.
There is a concert here, a rather big one, the same dates in August as the writers conference I wish to attend. I let 'em know I'm planning to go and they advised me about the concert. I warned 'em. If they choose not to listen, that's their thing. I won't be here. I've saved up all year, just so I can go to Nashville for a few days. I wasn't ready to leave Rick last year. This year I'm going. Period.
I'm also attending the last grandchild's high school graduation in June. It's between concerts, so there shouldn't be a problem. Did I tell you I now have 4 great grands? They're weeds, I tell ya'. I get baby pictures and the next thing I know I get preschool pictures. Amazing.
My last chapter is up for critique soon. Then I have another to work on. Gotta' love it. Me and my little cozy mysteries, love 'em. They help keep me going.
I think of my LJ friends often. I really should do better about staying in touch. I'll try. I am thankful you're 'there.'
TTFN.
Ricky is doing great. The new treatments affect him longer but not quite as severely as the old ones did. People have said he looks better this year than when they saw him last year. That could very well be. I see the daily changes. He's doing well.
I am almost an ex-smoker. What's 'almost?' Well, I have the nicotine patches and I bought an e-cig. The latter is amazingly helpful. I got tobacco flavor to start. It gives me the visual satisfaction, meaning the visible vapor I exhale, and the rest of the hand-to-mouth stuff. The patches help with the physical withdrawal. BUT I have gone from 20 to 25 a day to 2 or 3 a day. I still need to work on those 2-3. But I am able to see and feel differences already. There's a program which was very helpful as well from Living Well. It focuses on positive, on choice, rather than negative - can't, denial, etc. It's much more effective, in my book. But I didn't have ALL of me in it. So now I have the couple a day to deal with, one way or another.
The season has begun. I am not 'in charge' of a damned thing this year. They're hoping it well help keep me from burning out. But then they scheduled me for 8-hour-days. I had to remind D that I can only deal with the pain up to 5 hours and then I need a break. A couple hours' break. Then I can come back for another 3 but 4 will kick my butt. What can I say? The docs didn't think I could do any. And there's a lot about the job I cannot do. Won't even try. Ain't worth it.
There is a concert here, a rather big one, the same dates in August as the writers conference I wish to attend. I let 'em know I'm planning to go and they advised me about the concert. I warned 'em. If they choose not to listen, that's their thing. I won't be here. I've saved up all year, just so I can go to Nashville for a few days. I wasn't ready to leave Rick last year. This year I'm going. Period.
I'm also attending the last grandchild's high school graduation in June. It's between concerts, so there shouldn't be a problem. Did I tell you I now have 4 great grands? They're weeds, I tell ya'. I get baby pictures and the next thing I know I get preschool pictures. Amazing.
My last chapter is up for critique soon. Then I have another to work on. Gotta' love it. Me and my little cozy mysteries, love 'em. They help keep me going.
I think of my LJ friends often. I really should do better about staying in touch. I'll try. I am thankful you're 'there.'
TTFN.