C: Infirmities!

Well, V and I haven’t been able to write like we usually do.  V had hand surgery last week. 

Here’s a word of warning to you all: V tried to shortcut her trips with groceries from car to house by carrying a bazillion  or so of those plastic bags at one time.  She broke her hand doing it!!

I do the same thing—try to cut my trips back and forth down. I usually end up dropping stuff (having to beat the dogs back from it—they think anything I drop is fair game).  I need to buy one of those little folding cart thingys MIL and my mother have.  In fact, now that I write this, I think I’ll go by the container store, where we got Mom’s, and pick up one for me and one for V.  No more spilled groceries!  No more back-and-forth trips!  No more broken hands!!

Anyway, the cast is driving her nuts.  And typing one-handed is frustrating for her.  She came over Sunday and we spent the day dreaming about improving our blog (we have soooo much to learn and we have old brains…bad combo) and eating snacks and watching a movie.  MIL came down to have a glass of wine and dinner with us.  Great fun!

And me?  I’m infirm, too.  I have had pink eye for going on two weeks now.  It is MISERABLE.  The thing I love most about this condition is that it is so  very attractive.  You should see me—not!

This picture to the left is exactly what I look like, including the swollen eyelids.  Well, not exactly—my eyes are hazel, not blue…

I am prone to this infirmity, and everyone in the office says, “You get this all-the-time!”

Yes, I get it more than my share, but “all the time?”  I tried to think back to the last time.  Then I remembered!!  I wrote about it here.  It was in October 2008.  (See how utterly useful blogging is?)  And that pink-eye episode was really  miserable on a whole lot of levels.  Remembering that time makes me a bit grateful for my current fix.

As I look back at that post, I realize that the pink eye was in conjunction with a cold.  I have been kind of feeling a little cold symptom or two this time, too. 

What I have learned about pinkeye from my vast experience and medical consultations is that the yucky, gummy eyelash kind is bacterial.  They can give you medicine to clear that up.  Mine, however, is not like that.  It just is watery with tears and red, red.  It hurts and is itchy.  This is viral.  You know what that means: no medicine, just ride it out.

Hmmmmm.  I’m wondering if my pinkeye virus just lurks in my body and pops out when I’d getting a little down from a cold or something…just a theory based on absolutely nothing.

Anyway, I am going about my business, explaining to clients that I am not a drunk and declining to shake their hand or hug.  Purell is my companion. But I don’t feel good.

Oh, enough moaning. 

MIL is in physical  therapy and, therefore, sore as can be, which we both try to explain by saying this must mean the therapy is working! She’s joined a Bible study and is gamely getting out for either that or three-times-a-week therapy.  So she’s on the road four times a week, which is a switch.  She may read this and shake her head at me, but I think this is a good thing; getting her out of the house.

Thanks for listening.  I’m tellin’ you, blogging is such a useful tool: it is great therapy to get to whine to those of you on the web, and it is a great journal of life, including illnesses, as my account above attests! Thanks for being there! C