Silver lining

What a day! I spent most of the afternoon in the emergency room, having x-rays and CT scans of my sinuses and lungs.

I have been suffering with sinusitis symptoms for months, often taking a course of antibiotics that would only offer temporary relief. I finally wound up going to a ENT specialist, who diagnosed the problem as chronic sinusitis. This was done based on my symptoms only, with no scans or tests. I was prescribed $350 of meds, which only helped while I was taking them. Once the medicine ran out, the symptoms came back.

After trying another antibiotic for a week with no improvement and constant fever, I decided that I might have pneumonia or something dreadful. The weekend made the emergency room the only real option.

The nurse practioner who handled my case was simply incredible; very easy to talk to and very thorough in her exam and questions. That’s a real rarity in today’s medical community.

All of the tests came back with good results, with the official diagnosis being allergic rhinitis. I had no idea that allergies could make a person feel this miserable. My whole body has been aching, and I’ve felt fatigued for weeks.

Anyway, I have another huge amount of meds to take, and was told that I needed to have allergy testing to find out what’s causing all the problems. That’s going to be alot of fun…

I have always hated taking medication, and have taken more in the last year than I’ve probably taken in my entire life combined. It’s so bad that I’m carrying around one of those plastic daily organizers that old women use. Talk about embarrassing!

As an added bonus, I found out the nurse practitioner is going into general practice in January, so I think I’ve found the regular doctor that I’ve been in dire need of. There’s always a silver lining if you look hard enough.

Thanksgiving

I had a great time at my mother’s over the holiday. Grandmama, Elizabeth, and I worked on getting Mom’s Christmas tree set up on Wednesday night, laughing and listening to music the whole time. My sister and her kiddies showed up a little later, and they wound up spending the night, too.

Thanksgiving morning was a little different, as I had to take Grandmama to the emergency room where she was diagnosed with shingles. We noticed a rash on her head and neck, and I had pretty much figured out what it was using the internet. We were still able to get back in time to have a huge meal and she seems to be doing pretty well.

Only one month ’til Christmas… my, my, my.

‘Home For The Holidays’

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This is my absolute favorite movie for reasons too innumerable to mention. Directed by Jodie Foster, it portrays an eclectic family that gather for Thanksgiving, only to question why they torture themselves with the tradition when it always seems to go so badly.

The doting mother frets that her children aren’t happy with their lives, the father is constantly eating junk food and playing his organ, the brother who has recently married his homosexual partner, a sister who’s obsessed with being perfect, and the main character (Holly Hunter) who has just lost her job and found out her teenage daughter is planning to go all the way with her boyfriend. What’s not to love?

The movie is well balanced with outright hilarity at the dinner table, followed by several poignant moments. In one scene near the end of the film, Holly is sitting with her father in the cellar as they watch old family films. He recounts a story from her childhood, and says it was the “great moment of my life, ten seconds tops.” That is sure to stir a little emotion in the most callous of hearts.

The real moral of the film is that no matter how different we are from our family members, we are still family and that is a bond that is very hard to break.

Saturday evening post

That title has a familiar ring to it for some reason…

What a great day!! We worked in the kitchen during the bazaar today, and even though the turnout was pretty light, we still enjoyed it. The food and fellowship was excellent! We scored some figurines at the rummage sale, which we gave to our neighbor, along with a to-go meal. Needless to say, she was thrilled.

We went out with some friends this evening, and had a wonderful time eating, shopping, and goofing off like old times. Life is definitely good.

Busy B

This weekend is shaping up to be rather busy!

I started off the day by getting John Mayer tickets, which is rather exciting. I didn’t even know he was coming to our area until yesterday. Honey and I are going to take a couple of our friends with us and we managed to score some really good seats.

Tonight we are going out with a friend for dinner and a movie. We are scheduled to work in the kitchen at church tomorrow starting at 10:30, followed by dinner with some more friends tomorrow night.

After church on Sunday, we are going to help serve food at the community kitchen. The meal is provided for the homeless or shut-ins who are on fixed incomes. This is our first turn helping with that, so it will be an interesting experience, I’m sure.

I guess it’s the time of the year for hustling and bustling, but I’m just thankful that I have the health and means to enjoy life with family and friends, no matter what the occasion.

A picture is worth…

bub_sisI spent a few hours yesterday evening with a scanner and some old family photos that I picked up at Mom’s on Saturday. They were once part of a wonderful scrapbook that she had spent weeks putting together with mementos and reminders of yesteryear.

Her divorce from Dad left her with no desire to look at all those painful memories anymore, and she took her anger out on the albums by taking them apart and putting the photos in plastic bags. She regrets it now, but the damage is done.

I rescued the photos and have decided to digitize and restore them to the best of my ability. This has included scraping sticker residue off the paper, taping some of them together, removing bend marks and scratches, and adjusting exposure and color.

Mom asked me if it bothered me to look at all those photos of times gone by, and I told her it didn’t. I have to say that after spending some time working with them that they do make me a little melancholy. More about the loss of time and family than anything else.

When I look at pictures of myself from eons ago (like the one above of my sis & me), I can’t help but feel that it isn’t even me. I often have no memory of the boy in the younger photos at all, and feel so removed from that place in time that there remains almost no connection. That beautiful little boy and girl have no idea what the future holds or how they are going to change.

Restoring these photos is a complicated process that will take a huge amount of time, but I think it will be more than worth it to save our memories. After all, sometimes memories are all you have left.