Wrecked

Date: November 5, 2004

      I tend to get up slowly in the morning because of all the driving and the new terminal at the new job that hurts my eyes (or is it the florescent lights).(Or, how about time for new eye makeup.)
     
      My eyes are glued shut and actually hurt if I open them before they have deemed themselves rested.
      This can cause difficulties.
      It will help to get to bed BEFORE 2 AM. No more midnight runs over the Dunbarton bridge.
      It is a sad day when your body parts dictate your lifestyle.
      My tailbone dictates my time sitting and I am stiff as a board when I go to stand if I haven't done it for awhile. I waddle like a duck.
     
      For the first time in my life, that special toilet seat - raising the seat up 4-5 inches - is looking good. So do handles on the wall.
     
      My hips, with orthodics, are better, but what about my high-heeled boots? And I am fat enough to have trouble crossing my legs. That's a new one. Geeech!
     
      My eyeballs also get gritty and dry at the office (Visine time) which I haven't had before.
      I actually cannot focus them!
      Driving becomes an adventure.
      I live on Advil or Aleve - which ever is handy - 2 a day.
      I spend 10 minutes a day looking for my eyeglasses and sometimes longer.
      I have other glasses to wear when looking for the missing ones - provided I can find them. I've taken to carrying them in my purse. The spare ones.
     
      I need to be lifting weights and back on the treadmill. I need to stay under 200 lbs. I need to get back to 135. I need to be back in the gym. I need help.
     
      Meanwhile, my son is coming home from the hospital tonight and I have to vacuum his room AFTER he is in it because I had so little warning.
     
      There are bug bodies all around the doors - where I spread Borax - it dries them up. Spider balls and a few other creatures that thought that living in my house was OK. Somewhere under the bookcase is a chameleon. He's OK - he eats spiders.
     
      Meanwhile, Little Bit - the hellion cat, apparently eats food (near the door) but hasn't allowed herself to be seen. (Ooops - saw her running like a low-slung tank when I surprized her at the food bowl.)
      It's time for a cat hunt.
      My hips like me walking at the time I am walking, and then complain about it later. Ditto yard work which is backed up and overdue. Funny, Thanksgiving always has me mowing the yard.
     
      I can still bend over and touch the floor but now it takes a few minutes.
      Where did it go? What happened? Besides gaining weight since they reduced my thyroid. Besides camping on hard hospital chairs.
     
      As soon as the warranty repairs on the car are done, blower motor, head rest gouged by the detailers, and the paint peeling off the hood of the Tacoma, it's my turn.
     
      I already sent for an Rx for Retin A and a referral to a local doctor.
      My face looks like a tank ran over it. I'd like to be able to go back to putting on makeup without holding the eyelid out of the way. I will not tolerate wrinkles on my upper lip. My face is falling and it can't get up.
     
      My belly fat could fit on the VW. I am OK from the front but from the side I look like I am due any second. I am contemplating wearing maternity pants. I swear. Something about the Titanium abdominal wall that holds it all in at the bottom and shoves everything up against my lungs at the top. It is a spare tire.
     
      The VW needs new tires anyway.
      My hair is coming out by the handfuls and they (my doctor's office) already mentioned that it means the thyroid is too low.
     
      Duh! You think?
      And while we are at it, put me back on a higher dose of estrogen.
      I need those PMS surges. I get a lot done during them.