May 6th, 7th & 8th

Days 127, 128 and 129 — Must be the nice weather that’s keeping me from keeping this up daily.  Which isn’t such a bad thing.  Better to be outside enjoying the sunshine than cooped up inside in my dark little office tapping away at these keys.

Pretty eventful 3 days — 3 women in Cleveland who had been held hostage by a sexual predator were found alive on Monday.  Thank God.  Actually, one of the women risked her life to escape.  It’s an absolutely horrific and fascinating story.  I hope the bastard that had them suffers mightily.  And I hope those 3 women — and the little girl that one of them had by her captor — can heal and get back to the joy of living.

I’ve come to a decision in my life — a good one — more to come on that later.

My leg is healing — slowly.  I get out for a walk every day — a little bit further each day — and I don’t think it will be too much longer before I’m back on my treadmill.  I do need some kind of therapy, though.

Tim resigned from his Inspector’s position Tuesday.  He’s feeling relieved, but also a little down.  Time will take care of that, I think.  He’s getting to that point where he realizes it’s time to retire.  He needs to explore his options, though, and he’s having a bit of a struggle.  It will all work out, I’m sure.

We went from a temperature of 32 degrees on Monday to a temp of 14 degrees on Tuesday.  Had a hell of a wind storm Monday night.  Made me think of tornado’s.  But, in the morning all was calm and, of course, cool.  Yesterday was a bit better and today we’re heading for 24 degrees.  Yay!

May 2nd & 3rd

Days 123 & 124 — Yesterday morning while I was doing my exercises — faithfully, I might add — I pulled/popped/tore something in my upper right leg.  Doing a warrior pose stretch, something I’ve done countless times.  I bent over, left hand to right foot and suddenly – snap! – I heard it as well as felt it.  Knew it wasn’t good.  No. No. No. I thought over and over, just walk it off, just walk it off.  And then, things really got weird.  I started to black out.  Got myself to a chair, I remember thinking how ridiculous this all was and then, the next thing I remember is waking up.  Very strange feeling.  Called my husband to let him know and said I thought he should come home.  Got some ice, got into bed, knew I was in shock and just got under the covers and went back to sleep.  Tim got home and by that time I was starting to feel somewhat normal again, though my leg hurt like hell.  Called the doctor, couldn’t get in, I relayed my experience; they said they’d get back to me.  Finally, around 2:30 they did.  Just ice it, take Advil and tensor it.  Rest.  The black out wasn’t anything to really worry about.  Well, I was worried.  So, I called my sister Lori, a nurse, and asked her advice.  She basically said the same thing, so I relaxed.  But boy oh boy was I tired.  Slept practically all day.  Lori said that was likely from the drop in blood pressure, which was what caused the black out.  She called it a vagovasal response.  Isn’t that just the coolest word?  I kept thinking it sounds like ‘basil bagel”.  But anyway. . .  So, now I’m nursing a sore leg (it is feeling a thousand times better than it did yesterday) and wondering how soon it will be before I attempt warrior pose again — if ever.

And yoga is supposed to be good for you!

On a lighter note — the weather has been sublime.  Tim and I took a drive late this afternoon to run a few errands and then go to the pool so I could soak in the hot tub.  I wished I was feeling up to going for a walk it was so nice.  Tomorrow I’m going to have him get the deck chairs and loungers out so that I can take a book and sit outside while I baby this stupid leg.  We stopped on the way home for ice-cream.  Went to Marble Slab.  Very dangerous.  Not just because it’s probably the most expensive ice-cream on the planet, but because it’s so damned good.  I had a sundae made with French Toast ice-cream, crushed KitKat chocolate bar, hot caramel sauce, whipped cream, peanuts and topped with a cherry.  I didn’t eat the cherry.  Hate maraschino cherries.  I let Tim have that.  Might have saved myself 1.5 calories out of about 1500.

Who cares?  I enjoyed it.  And after the scare I had I think I damned well should.