Yep…unbelievable! The days just pass so quickly, don’t they.
So, today, February 2nd, will see people congregate in a little town in Pennsylvania, to watch a groundhog being pulled out of his comfy bed. Then some human in a weird hat will decide whether the poor creature saw his shadow. Or not. And that is a very scientific way, of course, to determine whether spring will soon be here or if we will endure a longer winter.
This particular February 2nd is also the first Rheumatoid Awareness Day.
However, although I used to live in Pennsylvania and am used to the Groundhog’s predictions. And although I also have Rheumatoid Arthritis and other related health issues, I have to tell you, that for me today is just another…
It’s’ my weekend on duty. And Saturday is usually a late shift for me, unless they need to switch shifts for some reason.
So today, I type this on my notebook, while lying in bed. Very lazy. Soon, I’ll be preparing for work…and almost forcing myself by the end of the work day to keep moving.
And at some point during this day I will do at least a couple of rows of knitting, or throw some stitches into my cross stitch project… or read a page of my book…
Or maybe I’ll just stare into space like a zombie!!! lol
What are your plans?
Whatever they are, I hope you have a wonderful, healthy, pain free day!
Sometimes, life seems so hard. Just a few days before Christmas, I was started on Methotrexate. For the RA, you understand. That’s fine. I can deal with it.
Next thing you know though, I’m going down with the mother of all colds, which ended up with me having a visit to the doctor on Christmas Eve. She announced that I was sick because the MTX walloped my immune system to shreds. Ok..I can deal with that too.
Antibiotics started. Olbas oil was inhaled. The drippy horrible part of the cold came and went. I dealt with it.🙂
But it’s the blasted cough which is driving me insane. It is now, what, the 13th of January. and I’m coughing more and more, and harder and harder. It’s exhausting me. And I’m meant to be at work tomorrow?
Somehow I doubt it. Somehow I feel another visit to the doctor coming on. But then at the same time, I’m increasingly worried about the fact that my employer may turn around and give me the unceremonial boot.
So, really I am just thinking out loud here. But here’s my question:
How on earth can anyone ever say that they are bored?
It seems just lately, that I see on Facebook the status “Bored, dot com”.
When there’s books to read, knitting to do (well, ok, that’s my thing, but there’s lots of other hobbies), cross stitch, baking, gardening, letters to write, .. oh heavens, you name it…
I just don’t get it. It makes me want to shout out.. PEOPLE! KIDS! STOP STARING AT THE COMPUTER! It’s a bit like that old kids telly programme from my younger days.. Why Don’t You…. remember it?
A good song for a Sunday, don’t you think? My ex would always tell me that I was a hippie for liking music like this. Hey so be it. Peace Man… :)x
I have been very lucky really, in that I have met a lot of lovely people through using the internet. Twitter in particular.
Dawn and I both knit…tweet…do Facebook…and both of us also go nuts over the same four legged man known as Badger-Boo…
Like I said at the beginning…I’m very lucky! Friends are the spice of life.
I was out the other day, messing around in the front garden. So now I have these two pots planted up, each with about half a dozen miniature tulip bulbs, and violas on top. Hopefully, they’ll come up healthy and colourful in the spring. :)
I was quite proud of myself really to find the bulbs and violas on sale. Well, ok, so the violas were on the clearance shelf at Homebase..but they look healthy enough, so who cares if I only had to pay 60p for 4 pots of them? (Tightwad? Me?? No way!!)
I “inherited” both of these baskets from my aunt and uncle this year, when they moved house. I had trailing ivy geranium in the top one, and a fuchsia in the bottom. Now they are also planted with the violas. Would have been better with trailing plants, I grant you, but even so, they should look ok.
The geranium and fuchsia plants weren’t actually dead.. I’ve cut them right back, with the thought that maybe…just maybe… they might live and be ready for next year. A girl can only try, huh?