Monthly Archives: June 2008
I’m not going to lie – we live in the middle of suburbia. Our cats are normally entertained by rabbits, birds, squirrels, and prairie dogs. Oh sure, we have had raccoons on occasion.
In the past week, this creature has been seen in our backyard on multiple occasions.
I have seen many foxes near where I work, but that’s an area that is wooded and near a creek. Again, we live in suburbia. Really. (And the cats are quite entertained!)
What is real?
Every now and then reality flashes upon on the computer screen like a severe weather warning interrupting a favorite television show.
I have this one condition that is completely under control as long as I keep taking this one little pill once a day, as soon as I wake up, as long as I wait an hour to eat breakfast. Yes, I need periodic blood tests to check to make sure the dosage is correct, but other than that, no big deal.
I have this other condition that calls for more attention. It is more obtrusive than the other, requiring that I watch what I eat and how much I exercise and that I take even more pills each day.
Then there’s my eyes. I’m always watching out for them, no pun intended. Before my medical vocabulary included hypothyroidism or diabetes (and before I could even read), there was myopia and astigmatism. Between the four of them, there’s a lot of things that could go wrong with my eyesight as I grow older.
Earlier this week, when I was seeing a fiery red triangle in the corner of my left eye for nearly twenty-four hours, I freaked. I couldn’t miss work and go see the eye doctor for something that was probably nothing, not after being out sick a day last week. I couldn’t justify doing that when so many of my previous problems, have turned out to be nothing, just stress-related minor ailments such as ocular migraines and eye strain. Then again, the hypothyroidism and the diabetes weren’t so minor when they were discovered…
Was I really being a hypochondriac or were my symptoms real? It’s hard to know when you’re dealing with chronic illness. (By the way, I like Jenni‘s suggestion of the twenty-four hour rule with symptoms. But if the fiery red triangle makes a reappearance, off to the eye doctor I go. I swear.)
Out of the ordinary.
Upon witnessing my fairly straight-laced “soccer mom” co-worker sing along to more than one radio song filled with sexual innuendo, I declared:
“She had a little too much ‘star’ in her ‘bucks’ this morning.”
No more Ventis for her.
Ten years in Colorado.
Ten years ago this week, I left everyone and everything I’d ever known to take a chance in my relationship with Greg. With scenery like this, can you really blame me? (This photo was taken last week along US285 between Salida and Buena Vista.)
Certainly, I miss the Chicago area, where I spent the first twelve years of my life and where my parents grew up as well. And I even miss the areas of Wisconsin where I spent my adolescence and college years, though you will never find me cheering for the Packers.
But Colorado has become my home.