Echhhh! Seven a.m. on a June Wednesday, here in lovely uptown Phoenix. WHAT A SWAMP out there.
Just back from walking the dog around the ‘Hood. For a change, not too many “ohhhh, they just wannna pwa-a-ay!” morons came our way, so I didn’t have to drag Ruby out of any fights. That was refreshing.
But “refreshing” ain’t the word for today’s weather. Hot and wet: the air so saturated it actually feels soggy against your skin.
So much for “a dry heat,” eh?
Oh well. At least we got our exercise walk. Doesn’t look like any of the expected nuisance visitors have showed up at the door. If they did, they didn’t leave any sign of their (brief) presence.
You know what that means, though…don’t you?
Yeah: it means that the minute I get a fresh pot of coffee poured and sit down to sip a mugful of it, we’ll get BING B-O-O-O-N-G!!! at the front door. Followed by ARF ARF ARF ARF YAP YAP ARF ARF!!!!!!
Shee-ut.
I can’t even remember what today’s nuisances are supposed to pester me with today. Recruiters for one of the old-folkeries, I think. Someone my son sent over, too…on the assumption that my marbles have fallen out my ears and are scattered all over the floor.
These people pass judgment on your mental grip…which means I have to get the house picked up, spick & span, so they don’t conclude that I’m too batshit to take care of myself. Which they will, if they see a mess in this place.
And y’know…I don’t WANT to clean house right this minute, at 7:15 in the morning. I want a cup of coffee and a bite of breakfast and time to rest from this morning’s tromp around the park.
Anyway, I figure the minute I get the coffee poured, it’ll be BING-BONG, followed by a gang of wannabe babysitters.
Fortunately, Wonder Cleaning-Lady keeps the house preternaturally clean. So all I have to do is make the bed and keep the litter picked up. That’s a helluva lot better than charging through four bedrooms, two baths, a family room, a living room, and a kitchen to clean up the zoo. First thing in the morning….
Weird new phenomenon: The peripheral neuropathy has faded to the point where it’s almost gone. Right now, if I weren’t pounding on a keyboard, I wouldn’t feel it at all!!!
What makes that weird? Well: I was told it cannot and will not go away. It’s permanent: misery to follow you for the rest of your life.
Huh.
Maybe it isn’t true that PN doesn’t go away? The Cleveland Clinic seems to claim that it can resolve…
So…gosh! Wouldn’t THAT be something? I’d resigned myself to a future of nonstop tingling and pain. But…either I’m getting used to it or it’s getting better.