Showing posts with label #begrateful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #begrateful. Show all posts

Friday, September 30

Stay in’ Alive

5:53am

My rooster crow obnoxious alarm went off at 5:00. I’m trying to ease myself in to the habit of getting up early so I can get back in the routine of morning workouts again. I’m not going to work out right now, just getting used to waking up earlier for a couple days first. Baby steps. Today makes three weeks since my heart attack. Next Friday I go have the stress test to clear me to start twelve weeks of cardiac rehab. I’m considering it all in boot camp to improve my life. Everything happens for a reason. I’ve been encouraged to fill out my advanced directive papers in case the big crash comes. So that thumped me on the head thinking about that again and final wishes and arrangements. 
I did a vigorous water aerobics class yesterday without any problems. I’ve been walking a couple miles a day BUT just never know when your time is up. Your number just pops up and you’re GONE.
Just keep swimming as long as you can! 
















I’ve done a lot of thinking the last couple weeks. We always seem to think there’s plenty of time to wait to do things. We always think everything will be fine. Until it isn’t. Until it’s too late to say and do the things you needed to.
I feel like God has thumped me upside the head really hard this time. “ Wake the hell up!”

Sunday, September 18

Onward and upward

Mornings are my favorites and I’m enjoying my silent time this morning.I just ate my oatmeal with walnuts, took my new meds, took and recorded my blood pressure and pulse for the log to show my cardiologist next Friday. I’m going to get dressed and go for a walk shortly. Mike is still sleeping. I love to walk in the cool moist morning air.
We have a new granddaughter, Charlotte, born last week. She was born last Saturday. We haven’t seen her yet as Mike and I have had a cold/ allergy stuff.



My oldest granddaughter Lola is a sophomore and went to her homecoming dance last night. 

Baby Mable, 8 months old, discovered spaghetti for the first time yesterday. 


Milo, 12, is playing football. 


Yesterday I helped run our neighborhood bocce ball event with about 50 people playing. 





















Thursday, July 7

6:30am Thursday

I’m awake in a hotel room waiting for my grandsons to wake up so we can get ready to leave and drive home to my house. It’s a good day and I’m looking forward to the fun we’ll have. There has been a lot going on the past several weeks and I haven’t had much time for the kids to come stay this summer. We have construction going on at home and I’ve had a lot of other things to tend to.
Family and health are the most important things. I need to keep working on both. My grandkids are Lola, Milo, Waylon, Oscar, Hennessy, Arlo, Jackson, Aiden, Oliver, Connor and coming soon in September Charlotte. Four are from Mike’s kids and the rest are from my kids. If Mike and I had had a child together I’m sure it would have had a big head and big eyes.
The boys want to go fishing when we get home. They’re pretty crazy about fishing now. 

Friday, June 3

Staying afloat

It’s 3:30 on Friday. I’m sitting in the bedroom. The flooring installer guy is out working in the main parts of the house. Mike is back in his office working. Most of the stuff from those rooms getting new flooring is piled up in this bedroom. I haven’t been feeling well the last couple days and my fever is back and I’m still congested. I’m so sick of this I could just give up and die. 















Monday, May 9

5-9-22

Today is Monday. I’ve been up for a couple hours and outside three times. I have the back sliding door open to the screen door letting fresh air in the house. There are lots of lovely sweet bird sounds coming from the marsh down the hill from the back yard.

This afternoon I have an appointment at the Cardinal Bernadine Cancer Center at Loyola Medical Center in Maywood with my new oncologist Dr. Scott Smith. This is my first time meeting him. Dr. Stiff retired at the end of March. He was the greatest doctor ever. I’m hoping Dr.Smith is great too. I’m assuming he is. It’s just a routine check up but I’m going to request to have a brain MRI. I haven’t had one since 2017 and you just never know…..I had the big seizure out of the blue in 2015 because my brain cancer was back but in 2013 I was told I was cured and didn’t need any more MRIs….so….

Tomorrow I’m driving to Lewistown to babysit until Thursday then driving home around 1. Friday I am subbing and then subbing the next two weeks. The flooring installation starts the week of the 23rd. 

The guy who does all the high school sports coverage for the newspaper that works for Mike had triple bypass surgery and is recovering. Mike is doing his own job and helping fill in for the other guy too so has been super busy at work. 

Autumn morning fog