We are driving down to Peoria this morning to attend a Christmas family decorating party at my sister Vicki’s group home for handicapped women. Parking at the house is tight and aside from the residents’s rooms the house doesn’t have much space for visitors but Vicki will be happy to see us. I think my sister Sallie is coming too.
I’m still fighting and feeling weary of my congestion and horrid coughing attacks. It makes me so tired, depressed and sick of it I don’t feel like doing much of anything. We had talked about going swimming in the big pool here at our main lodge in Sun City last night but when Mike got home I didn’t feel like going at all. Had I made myself go I might have felt better. The steam from the sauna and hot tub would have probably been good for me.
Since September I’ve had 3 different antibiotics and 3 separate rounds of prednisone for this. It just comes back....SO I’m just dealing with it.
I’m giving the grandkids money for Christmas. Most of them are big enough to have their own tastes and likes. Their moms can help them choose. No sense in me shopping and buying stuff they don’t want or like. My youngest daughter has miscarried twins so that was a sad thing the last couple weeks. I think she’s doing better now. They already have the three little boys who are a hand full to keep on track.
I’ve been doing ancestry search lately and discovering some cool things. My DNA analysis should be completed soon. It looks like most of my ancestors came from Gloucestershire and Derbyshire areas in England. Not a big surprise but still pretty fascinating to uncover facts about ancestors from the 17 and 1800s. I want to do this research and pass it on to my tribe.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and evaluating my life lately. It occurs to me that I have a lot of friends and old friends who are kind of leeches. I’ve realized it’s always me who makes the contact, communication, invitation, the effort. A few of them claim they’re plagued by “ panic attacks” and afraid to drive very far and are insecure about extending invitations. Well Jesus, we’re not dorky kids anymore. When you’re 60 that’s a dumbass assed lame excuse. I’m just fed up with the emotional vampires and users. These people will occasionally text about they miss you, we’ve got to get together but it’s always left for me to make the arrangements, do the driving, make the effort. Fuck that. I wish them well but I’m moving on. I want to surround myself only with good people who truly care and aren’t selfish users. Yes I’m getting more pragmatic and crusty in my old age. I will move forward with my family tribe and a very few rare jewels of friends.
I have to go throw some stuff in a bag. We’re staying over night in Peoria after we leave Vicki’s house. I have to pack my nebulizer and sinus flush water pik. I am higher maintenance now. Four years ago I was just getting out of the hospital at Loyola in Maywood after having been there for two weeks for the stem cell transplant. When I left the hospital I had to go to a nearby hotel for a week and come back to the hospital every day for check ups. When I finally was released to go back home I had to be in isolation for a few months or wear a mask if I went out in public and be very careful about germ exposure.....I guess I AM WAAAAY better off now considering everything!