the pattyo

… who couldn’t sleep last night.
… who tried a shower, but it didn’t work.
… who finally tried the prescribed sleep aid.
… who still couldn’t sleep and felt sick.
… who actually stuck her finger down her throat to feel better.
… who had RSL but also dizziness (due, she thinks to the medication).
… who finally fell asleep and didn’t wake until 9:30 AM.
… who glibly said she thought taking iron was helping just the other day.
… who looked at the multi-vitamin she was taking and … drum roll … there is no iron in it!
… who got lab results from her blood work.
… and is anemic.

So there you go. Ice chewing? Yep. That’s me. Tired? Double check.

I wrote to my doctor and received a message back: “I’m out of the office until Monday.” So there you go.

But no more sleep aid, than you very much. (What IS it about me and meds?)

In other news … while I’m playing, I think, just fine, I’m having these frightful fears of failure, complete confidence collapses, and all sorts of scary stuff.

But I know how to be alliterative and I think that is what matters most. Right?

Blood work. (No, nothing to worry about … just routine.)
Second Hep B shot.

I’ve never really had any trouble with blood being drawn, but today HURT. Then, to add to my sorrows, the Hep B shot hurt as well.

Hmmm.

Is it all in the delivery? Last time I had the Hep A, Hep B and Tdap shots (yes, all three in one day) not a one was a problem. Weird.

Ah well. At least I’m getting these things taken care of. Working around college kids these immunizations are really a good idea, don’tcha think?

Because I told a friend that I am sleeping now that I am taking iron I have been restless, gotten up and taken a hot shower, tried to go back to sleep, and now I’m back up.

It’s 4:51 AM.

I should never tell anyone I’ve “found the answer” to my RLS or insomnia.

… is empty.

Jameson went to UCSC on Friday. He doesn’t start classes until the 27th, but it’s welcome week for freshman, and I’m guessing he’ll be learning the ropes this coming week, along with doing things like taking a music placement test. (Hmm. I wonder how I’d do on the test!)

It’s possible that I could run into him on Tuesday, as that’s my first day on campus. Time will tell.

But I miss my kids. All three of ‘em. :-(

No, I don’t have a tattoo. And at 50 you can bet I’m not about to get one unless I hit the high seas and become a sailor. But news suggests that there are a lot of folks out there who are now having them removed. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. And the guys that are removing them charge EXTRA for anesthetic, wouldn’t you know? Kind of adds insult to injury. Or injury to insult. Or something.

Anyway, it is one more think I think some who are pondering tattoos might keep in mind.

“It feels like a bee is sitting on your back stinging time and time again. Afterwards, the pain does go away and you’re a little sore for a few hours.”

No thanks!

When I finished teaching my second (surprise! I didn’t know she was coming) student yesterday I heard Dan say something about “Jameson is doing yard work”. I laughed and said, “Right”.

Well, he really was doing yard work!

Finally someone here got fed up with how our backyard looked. Who would have thought it would be our 18 year old?

So I went out and worked with him, and we might do more today.

Of course he leaves on Friday, wouldn’t you know, or he and I could become a yard work team. Ah well. I can’t do it on my own. Or maybe I won’t do it on my own. (Truth be told, though, there are some things I just can’t imagine tackling.) So now we wait until I earn enough $$ to hire a team to come demolish the rest. Then I hope we can plant some non-water guzzling plants that are somewhat low maintenance. We’ll see.

I know the Mercury News charges per word or letter or some such thing for obits. But I’m wondering if they are doing that elsewhere as well. I just read this on the front page:

Is no need to panic about Poco Way?

Hmmm. A “there” would be nice, but that’s five letters, two of which are vowels. I’m guessing vowels cost more? Oh … but if I go to the full article the first word is “there”. Maybe they only get so many “there” uses a day? (And yes, I know I should put the period inside the quotation marks as every good American should; I guess it’s just the wee bit ‘o England in me or something.

I’ve noticed more and more errors in the Merc. I know my blog is far from error free, but no one is paying to read it.

Oh. Maybe people would like to pay? Do tell!

So mom and I are sitting in her family room. She’s having her pudding and I … well … I’m obviously blogging!

I tried sending an email to family, but to no avail, after trying several addresses. Ah well.

Sometimes computers are a puzzle to me. At Kaiser I could access websites, but couldn’t access the pages to create posts, some pictures wouldn’t load, and then suddenly couldn’t access any websites at all. I couldn’t send email via the planet, but I could send via .mac. Here? I can access all things web but forget email.

Ah well.

The chemo went quicker than we thought it would. Mom is doing just great.

I suddenly got this craving for a hamburger.

I haven’t had red meat since, I think, about 1977. Is this bizarre or what? And what in the world does this mean?

I really enjoy The Closer. A lot. But seeing a congresswoman, acting as herself, on the show was a surprise.

I’m not sure if I should care. But I guess I’m thinking, “Gee, does she want to be an actress, or does she want to be a politician. Or are they synonymous anyway?”

I dunno. Just wondering.

Meanwhile, if anyone read my oboe blog this evening you know I said something stupid and wish I could eat my gossipy and not even substantiated words. Alas, it doesn’t work that way.

When will I ever learn?

Or WILL I?