Okay, So ...

so I didn't post again yesterday. I've been sleeping strangely, even for me, and I was sooo tired.

Did I mention the other day that when I saw Dr. Resnick he said to continue my current routine for another three months, and the best way to get the *ahem* stuff through airport security was by packing it in my luggage. (This is a flat box which contains a foil pouch which holds your basic week's worth of little pre-filled enema bottles on a plastic tray.) Uh ... right. I did not reveal to him, as I have to you, that I am packed packed packed, am not re-packing again, and anyway, there's no room in there for that. Or in my carry-on, for that matter. So I will be using that extra back-sack. Will they confiscate my *ahem* items? We'll see. If they do, I'll either get the prescription filled in Florida, or do without. It won't kill me. But I don't expect a problem at security, although there may be a laugh or two. And yes, my carry-on is fully packed now, too, all except my wallet and the my phone and charger.

Not much today, except a long nap, which left me feeling achy and headachy. The arthritis is very annoying, and I don't yet have a reasonable plan of attack for it. There may be none. It's at its worst when I first wake up, although it did keep me awake for a few hours last night. It's my arms that hurt, mostly my elbows, and hands. Something else to deal with.

I had found some slides in among my mother's pictures. We were never slide takers or showers, so I don't know who took these, but I want to scan them, too, and boy, that is not easy these days. I tried a whole variety of approaches last night, and finally one that worked, a little -- I used my phone as a light box and took pictures with my camera in macro mode -- and then today, a coupon came, of all things, and it turns out they do it at Costco. So I'll go there one day after my trip. Some of these are pictures from my sister's wedding. There's one of me in a rocking chair with my sister's baby twins on my lap, which is something I did nearly every day after school for their first year or two, stop there on my way home and rock them and sing to them to give my sister a break. (My father would come by and take over so I could go home and make dinner. I was just married, remember.) And I think there's a picture or two of my college boyfriend. That should be interesting, because I ripped all his pictures out of my college photo album long, long ago. Not that I don't remember what he looked like -- think Joe Dirt, but not blond, mullet not quite that long -- but I'm sure my kids will get a chuckle out of it. As will you.





watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2102
READING: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers