Holding on

 It’s Tuesday mid morning. I just got back from a walk around the lake and golf cart ride with Bitzi. My daughter texted me that her 9 year old German Shepherd, Lu, died yesterday. She is heartbroken. Lu was such a good girl. 

I’m going to trim Bitzi’s face and paws then go to the fitness center and work out.

High mileage

It’s late afternoon. We just went to Rookies and I had fish tacos and a fruit cup. I only ate one taco and brought two home. It was good. It’s going to storm soon. I had planned to take Bitzi for a long walk later but it’s supposed to storm soon. I took a water aerobics class outside this morning. Tomorrow I’m going to leave home before nine and drive a few hours. I’m taking my handicapped sister out to lunch then going to my daughter’s. I’ll drive home Sunday with my grandson then Monday we’re going to Door County for a few days. 

About two hours ago I started feeling like my right ear was getting infected - like a swimmers ear feeling. I also have a bad left wrist and knee that act up periodically and have to be wrapped and babied. I’m legally blind in my left eye from the detached retina. Both eyes are damaged from the lymphoma. My lower back is frequently uncooperative. I’m like some beat up old trick with 300,000 miles on her. Patch the tires, replace the oil and just keep driving. 

Two of my cousins are now close to passing away. 

I pray for their peace and end to their suffering.

Blessings

I am counting my blessings this morning. I know how lucky and blessed I am to be here.

This morning is still and calm. I’m sipping my coffee with the dog on my lap. My weight is an issue. I am hypothyroid and am taking a beta blocker that slows down my metabolism so 2 strikes against me. I try to keep active and eat healthy but obviously it’s not working. I’m adding fluff like a snowball rolling down a mountain. I need to change up some things if I want to live longer and stay active. You never see fat eighty year olds. Less weight means less stress on my heart, immune system, bones, joints. Less weight makes it easier to walk and stay active. I’ve had way too many high-dose steroids for years to fight my lymphoma. They have messed up my metabolism. I must overcome.