Thursday, June 04, 2026
Thursday Thirteen
Wednesday, June 03, 2026
Not Dead Yet
Yesterday was my husband's birthday. The present I gave him? I didn't die.
He picked up a cold-like virus last week and passed it on to me. He's been sick a week now but still going. Still mowing hay and doing his chores.
I escaped until Sunday, when I started feeling a little puny. By Monday, I was in full-blown cold mode.
Tuesday morning, I had a lot of congestion and drainage. I went into the kitchen for another glass of water and started coughing.
At this point, I should also mention that I have TMJ, which is a problem with your jaw joint. Mine moves out of place almost every night. Most mornings, I just pop it back in with my hand, but some mornings it gets stuck in a place where I can't do that, and all I can do is not open my mouth, slip in some muscle relaxers, use ice and heat on my jaw, and hope it eventually unlocks.
Tuesday morning was a "locked and can't get it open" day. Having your jaw out of alignment affects your swallowing.
As I began to cough, my throat filled with mucus. I don't know if I coughed it up or if it came out of my head, but it lodged in my throat.
And I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't swallow it, either. Because I'd been coughing when this happened, there wasn't much air in my lungs, and I have asthma, too, so there's that.
I started seeing black spots before my eyes. My body took over and every muscle spasmed, and I turned around and threw up in the trash can.
That was my body saving me from passing out.
My husband got me a chair. As I sat there, I continued to cough, bringing up more congestion that I couldn't spit out, so my body spasmed and threw up mucus two more times. My jaw unlocked during the third spasm, thankfully, and after that, things settled down.
Panicked, my husband called my doctor's office, but she couldn't work me in. He wanted to take me to the ER but I felt like the worst was over. I agreed to a Teledoc call. The anonymous doctor that I spoke with over the computer called in a steroid, nasal spray, and cough medicine. She told me to use my inhaler regularly until this calms down.
Teledoc is helpful, but nobody can listen to your chest when you use it. That's the only thing I don't like about it when I have to use it for colds.
This morning my upper body muscles are sore from the coughing and retching.
But at least I'm not dead.
This is why I try so hard not to get sick. I seldom get "just a little cold." I get bronchial issues, near pneumonia, or possible death from passing out and hitting my head on the tile floor.
Monday, June 01, 2026
HACKS - All In, All Done
Sunday, May 31, 2026
Sunday Stealing
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Saturday, May 30, 2026
Saturday 9: Mystical Magical
Thursday, May 28, 2026
Thursday Thirteen
Tuesday, May 26, 2026
I'm a Summer
Back then, doing anything fashionable was completely out of character for me. But a work friend convinced me to spend a Saturday afternoon learning my "colors," a process which entailed taking off my makeup in public (a horror at that time) and having my physical self assessed.
This was a lot of trouble for a woman who believed in blue jeans and Cover Girl.
Other women from work had spent small fortunes to be analyzed and "seasoned" so their wardrobes would match their personal coloring. As usual, I was twelve steps behind in the fad department, but at least by now the cost had gone down.
Many things can be said for humbling yourself in public. My friend and I ended up seeing each other in many different lights as the consultant ran us all over the downtown store. She led us, with bare, unmade faces, to opposite ends of the building to determine the best light.
As it turned out, my colors were not so easy to find. My eyes were an indeterminable color. I always called them hazel.
Apparently, they are not that simple.
The color consultant said my eyes were like "cracked ice." When she looked into them, she said, a person kind of fell in and kept going. Every time she placed a color near my eyes, that color became my eye color.
She finally settled on some kind of combination gray-green-blue.
And what did I learn from this experience? I learned that I am a Summer and should wear dusty colored clothes. I also learned you're not supposed to take makeup off with soap and water, and that I should wear lipstick.
I did not then, and never have, worn lipstick. Lipstick has always bothered me, making my lips swell. I was a lip gloss girl, then and now.
The color consultant transformed my friend into a dashing sophisticate, a vision that fit her trim body and flowing hair. I thought she wore her makeup much better than I did. She bought a bunch of stuff to take home. I just paid for the consultation.
The true test of my new-found beauty came with my husband, of course. My face was tight, and my mouth tasted funny from the lipstick, but I needed his opinion before I searched for a washcloth.
He viewed me intently from afar. "Looks about the same to me," he said. He moved in for a closer look.
"Well, now I don't know. You've got it all smudged there in the corner," he said as he peered at my face.
I looked in the mirror. No, it wasn't smudged. It was applied as the color consultant had shown me, so as to accent a certain feature. "Move back and look," I said.
He did so, and admitted it looked all right from a few feet back. But up close and personal, where it really counts, all he could see was a smudge.
Looking back now, I have to laugh. I went through all that - the bare face, the comment about my eyes, the dusty Summer clothes, the lipstick that I could never wear - only to end up, years later, not wearing a speck of makeup at all. Somewhere my color consultant is weeping. But my husband? He says I look about the same.
Sunday, May 24, 2026
Sunday Stealing
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