random thoughts – Day 2,202 (Saturday) – diagnosis and disappointment

On Thursday, I hoped my throat would be better on Friday. It was not. On Friday, I hoped my throat would be better when I woke up on Saturday. It was not. The throat was still swollen. The throat glands were even more swollen and hurt.

Beautifully not crowded.

Mom drove me to the urgent care I didn’t know was located barely two miles away from home. The place was not crowded and things moved efficiently. Insurance info was provided. Paperwork was completed. After a few minutes, my name was called and I was taken to an exam room. There were the usual blood pressure and temperature readings and a bonus throat rapid swab that triggered the gag reflex with an assistant. Yee-haw.

In a few more minutes, another medical professional appeared and informed me that it was definitely strep. I think the last time I had strep was half a century ago when I was in high school. Seriously, who gets strep throat at my age? And how? Anyway, the penicillin regimen of three times a day for ten days has begun and will be my friend.

The sacrifices are mounting. The first two days of feeling poorly meant I never left the house and included missing the Friday opening of Cherry Hill Ice Cream, and ice cream is usually the only opening day I’m interested in. The two days of invalid life were not enough to ward off the damage. Day three of unwellness meant I missed two dance workshops in Arlington I was signed up for. I already excused myself from dance group on Sunday morning because it seemed wiser than waiting until morning and spinning the wheel of fate to see how I felt.

Fun time culture swap room.

The throat glands feel even larger this evening than they did this morning. Ramen as the primary food source is losing its thrill. A can of cream of mushroom soup, bought on a whim last week for a recipe became supper. It wasn’t as good as I remember from my high school and college years when it was my go-to food. And strep throat is turning out to be worse than I remember.

random thoughts – Day 2,201 (Friday) – still swollen

The sore throat of Thursday was not “just a memory” on Friday as I had hoped.  It was worse. The throat was still red. Still swollen. And I was as weak as a wet dishrag. 

Multiple times during the day there was dizziness and lightheadedness when I stood up. Once, I had to race from the bathroom to the bed to lay down before I passed out and hit the floor. Another time, while boiling water for ramen, there was a race from the kitchen to the couch for the same reason.

The sleeping nearly all day on the couch part was pretty nice. At 4:00 I woke up and sat up for a while and it seemed better. I really wanted some ice cream, but the closest thing in the house was a Luigi’s lemon Italian ice.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better. Fingers are still crossed.

random thoughts – Day 2,200 (Thursday) – oj and couch time

Just like so many times in junior high and high school, I woke up with a sore throat. Several times overnight I woke up and couldn’t swallow. When I finally got up, hours later, it wasn’t worse, but it also wasn’t better. I did the thing with a hand mirror bouncing the light into my mouth and saw it was bright red and swollen. A long adolescent acquaintance with sore throat ailments led me to check for white spots (none) and to check my neck for swollen glands (not found). I didn't feel sick enough to stay in bed in pajamas all day so I dressed in jeans and a hoody.

Kiki at the window.

For some reason, when my throat is aggravated, I want orange juice. Luckily, there was orange juice in the fridge and I went for it. Logic seems to indicate that OJ would be too acidic, but it feels nice and cool on my throat. 

After drinking juice and later coffee, there was a lot of laying around on the couch. The day's lofty plan to start the big dance skirt was postponed and the home sweatshop remained closed for the day. Kiki stationed herself nearby on the windowsill and gazed upon the outside world until I stood up for a second and she ran to the bedroom.  

As a student, while home sick from school with what was usually diagnosed as strep throat or tonsilitis (often with a bonus ear ache), I would hunker down in my bed for the day with a book. My favorite book for being at home was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Today, I considered reading the book about the dancer/choreographer Martha Graham that I started last week and carried it over to the couch. 

On the couch.

Instead of reading, I picked up my phone and played Words with Friends, read news and emails, participated in several text conversations, and played at least a dozen games of chess in Duolingo (and won more games than I lost). The phone usage was so heavy my cell had to be charged twice.

The daylong absence of exertion seems to have worked, because by evening, the throat looked less fiery and was less swollen. I never once thought to check my temperature and by the time I thought of it, it seemed pointless. In any event, my throat is already improved and with luck, by tomorrow, it will be just a memory. Fingers crossed.

random thoughts – Day 2,199 (Wednesday) – started and done

Underway.

The black and gold top for the costume for the June show was started. The tissue pattern pieces were smoothed and altered to be longer. The fabric was folded and spread on the dining table. The pieces were pinned down and checked. Then they were unpinned moved around to be set tighter for less waste.

There was plenty of fabric for the top, and I tend to set pieces close to each other, so running out of material was never an issue. After cutting out the pieces, the piece of fabric that remained was larger than what I used. That means I can make something else someday to go with the top for another costume.

Most of the day was invested in making the top. Test strips were sewn to check the machine’s thread tension and stitch length and then, it was off to the races. In the past, I avoided sewing with stretch fabrics because I thought they were tricky to work with, but this project was easy. Lesson learned.  

Some of the time was spent reading and re-reading the pattern instructions and consulting “The Readers Digest Complete Guide to Sewing” for tips on working with knit fabric. There was also the search for things like ball point needles and seam tape to stabilize the gathered center front and the shoulder seams to prevent stretching. I couldn’t find my seam tape so lengths of ribbon were cut to use instead. Somewhere along the line of checking for needles and seam tape, a kitchen counter and the top of a bookcase were rearranged, and some cabinets were dusted because, well, side quests happen.

Done!

The only rush to complete the top today was personal satisfaction. The job search is essentially dead in the water, and I'll take any victories I can snatch. The sewing project expanded to fill the time available which in this case was pretty much all day. 

Suddenly, it was the last step of tying off and trimming loose threads and it was done. Fini. Finito. Acabado. Now the skirt can be started.

Now that the top has been made once and the lessons were learned, I could probably knock another one out in an hour or two.

random thoughts – Day 2,198 (Tuesday) – fixin' to start

It was another lightly snow dusted morning, and once again it melted off by midday. The forecast for tomorrow is 51 degrees and 65 for Thursday, so maybe spring is fixin' to start acting like spring a bit more and that is something to look forward to.

A trip to the grocery store for green grapes and grape tomatoes was partially successful. There were just a few bunches of grapes left and they didn’t look great, but the tomatoes were good. And so did the crackers, New York Cheddar cheese, Greek yogurt, half-and-half, and a few other items in another example of overachieving.

Fixin' to sew.

The afternoon saw time dedicated to beginning a new black and gold stretchy top for the June dance show and the dining table is now officially covered in fabric and tissue. The pattern pieces were cut apart today and tomorrow the layout onto the fabric will begin. And maybe the sewing.

The top should be a quick project. My favorite lesson from production operations management class in grad school is: “Do the quick jobs first.” That way, they can come out of the queue and move to the next step. Turns out it works well in non-work scenarios as well. So, I'm fixin' to start the top that requires one yard of fabric and three pattern pieces. Once made, the thrill of success will propel me to start the skirt with the 25-yard ruffle on the bottom. Easy peasy.

random thoughts – Day 2,197 (Monday) – spring snow and cooking

Morning dusting.

Another ripple of spring snow rolled in and this morning the yards looked like a batch of pastries or candies covered with powdered sugar. It was pretty. By afternoon, the snow had melted off the lawns, just in time for snow to start falling again.

It was a quiet day at the house with no commitments on the calendar for most of the day The litter box was cleaned and the trash went out to the curb. The coin belt cleaned the other day was touched up and loose rings were tightened.

Fresh baked quiche.

A crustless quiche was made with American and sharp cheddar cheese, spinach, broccoli, asparagus, and mushroom because on gray weather days I seem to be inspired to cook. This works because regardless of the weather, unless I am ill, I am nearly always inspired to eat. 

Unfortunately, the inspiration to eat is not always accompanied by the wisest, healthiest dining and snacking choices. Today’s wise, healthy snacks of grape tomatoes and green grapes were later offset by my ravaging of the rest of the Devil Dogs. To make myself feel better, I chocked it up to “balance” and resolved to try to do better tomorrow. It will require a trip to the grocery store to restock both the grape tomatoes and the green grapes, which has the dangerous potential to become a much larger shop.

random thoughts – Day 2,196 (Sunday) – rodeo party

It was an off-week for dance group which worked out great for me as I had a family event to attend. Baby G turned one year old the other day and there was a rodeo themed party in his honor starting at noon. 

It was great to be around family, extended family, and friends, some of whom I hadn't seen since a couple years ago at the wedding. A photo wall featured pictures of Baby G and milestones of his first year. Eight teeth! Favorite music is the theme to Law and Order. This wee lad is fascinating!

The rental hall looked great with tables set with wood and cow print layered table cloths, centerpieces, western hats, rodeo/western themed word search puzzle, and adorable little favor bags with a sticker featuring Baby G in western garb, a horseshoe pin, and a cute cow. 

The star of the day was attired in jeans and a shirt printed with his name and age. Some of the guests dressed to the rodeo theme with western boots, hats, fringe, and denim jeans and jackets, and there were plenty of hats planted around the room for anyone who wanted one. I dug out the bolo tie and a big belt buckle with a longhorn steer on it which I forgot was even in my collection of big belt buckles. It was once my wish to find a platter-sized rodeo prize buckle in a thrift shop to be the crowning piece in the collection, but finally lost interest in the search. Today was the first time in a decade I even thought about the buckles I used to wear all the time. 

Snack bowls featured Chicken Feed (Chex mix), Hay Bales (Rice Krispie bars), and Bugles that had a thematic name I have forgotten. The catering was delicious with salads, fries, and burger sliders, all with thematic menu names. 

We all gathered around the high chair and sang the birthday song to Baby G and he tore into a cupcake. I imagined what it must have looked like from Baby G's perspective with a room full of giants staring at him and singing out of tune and then laughing. It seemed like the seeds of a nightmare. After that, I tore into a cupcake topped with the rich and creamy frosting that I love.

Birthday boy.

The guest of honor made the rounds in parental arms throughout the day and visited with all the guests with a big smile. He smiled all day, and even when he got fussy, it lasted barely a minute and then he was back to beaming. 

After a couple hours of socializing, Baby G was zonked out asleep on his beautiful Mama’s shoulder. I get it little guy, socializing is exhausting. And napping is wonderful.

Happy birthday Baby G, it was great to party with you!