Monday, November 10, 2014
From Wednesday on last week, I definitely got sicker as the week went on. So, I definitely got some different numbers.
I had more steps: 80952/78024.
Everything else was down a little: Minutes: 967/1031, calories: 3559/3974, miles, 15.77/18.26.
I was down a pound when I went to the doctor on Friday.
But I didn't have the energy to move much over the weekend. I can say that I did get through some paperwork. Not much else can be done when I'm not moving.
As I sat on the couch with the afghan on it that I made for Sherry who knows how long ago, I realized that the time to replace it was way over-do. From washing and drying it so much, it had little yarn piles on it like a person gets on a sweater. I'm now on the second skein of the new one,
I'm moving a little bit today. But it's 6 pm and my sinuses are yelling at me so it won't be a long night. I could always work on more paperwork or the afghan. Or I could get the Christmas cards out and start on them. Wrap some presents - no, that's maybe too ambitious at this point it time.
I know I need to make an appointment with my primary care doctor. The last two times I got sick, he was booked and I went to an Urgent Care. Allergies were mentioned both times. Asthma was mentioned Friday. Members of my family have both, so it's something I should look in to.
I had a follow-up at the dermatologist today. I have some nodules on my ear that he's working on shrinking. A year ago, both my thumbnails got funky and the previous doctor suspected a fungus. My left thumbnail cleared up after the first round of medicine. The right thumbnail got a little better but never cleared up, even after a second round of medicine. The dermatologist cut some of the nail off and sent it off to be biopsied. It came back as having both a fungus and some bacteria in it. So...more medicine to put on it.
I couldn't help but wonder if this had something to do with Mom being sick last winter. Before she was finally diagnosed, I didn't think to wear gloves when cleaning for her. Glad I did start. Now I know I will be more diligent in wearing them while cleaning, even my own house.
Today is the 28th anniversary of my Dad's passing. I like to think of him as looking down at me and that he's content on how I have watched after Mom for him. I know he's looking down at that little girl that I started my morning with this morning and just busting a gut. How could anyone not?