Thursday, July 12, 2018
Yesterday was mostly about medical testing. I did work from noon to 4:30 pm, but I had an EEG at 7:30 am and an MRI of the brain at 10 am. I had gone to my neurologist concerned over periodic dizziness (I think now that it's vestibular, but we needed to rule out other concerns). I also expressed concern that my memory issues have gotten worse, and while it's probably normal ageing, I've done a lot of replacing words that I have had a hard time finding with the opposite, stuff like that. Now I have ADHD, the inattentive types, so maybe it's just partly that, and as we get older there's more information to juggle. But I've had several untreated concussions, and my family doctor and I wanted to rule out any chance of dementia or early Alzheimer's, a personal fear of mine given my great-grandmother's battle against the latter.
Anyway, the EEG--which was quite interesting, by the way--was negative for any of that. My brain's not slowing down, even though it sometimes seems that way. And the MRI was fine, too. I came home yesterday and looked at the MRI scans they'd given me at Lexington Diagnostic Center. Not that I know how to read an MRI at all, but you can kind of look for light or dark areas that don't fit the rest of it, and I didn't see anything. This morning my neurologist's office called and said it was fine. I did get put on a beta blocker that is good for essential tremor, a benign tremor that can make your hands shake when you hold a spoon or write, or hold a letter, or even a phone, say if you've got it above you in bed. :) Not that you should be lying in bed looking at your phone when you should be asleep, right? Anyway, it's a small dose and it's good for anxiety, too, according to my psychiatrist. It does seem to be helping. Otherwise, I got a clean bill of neurological health. I just am going to have to accept that my memory is not what it once was (and in truth, it was good when I was young, I didn't have to take notes in high school, but I dealt with a lot less information). Given my experiences with anxiety and depression, it's no wonder I've had some impact on daily life. And I tend to compare myself to YKWIA, who has an eidetic memory, rather than say, your average 51-year-old. :)
Today I won the parking behind the building (which is funny, as I'd reserved it yesterday since I was coming from my appointments, so I'm a little spoiled--I have parked there two days in a row), so I took Samantha, my co-worker to her car both days, but today after that I went over to the pharmacy for my pen needles (which are a pain to get anywhere else if you don't have the prescription on you, like you can shoot up heroin out of an insulin pen, thank you, Kroger). Then I went and got YKWIA from our friend's, the one he's helping who is battling cancer. Since my schedule has shifted a half-hour earlier and I hadn't had to go to my car on the shuttle, even with the trip to the pharmacy we were home about 5:30 pm. He was really beat, so he went to bed, and he's still there. I'm going to wake him in a bit to take his medicine. I ate, and then realised I was pretty tired, too. I worked very hard and very steadily today. I like my new job, but I can't ever say I'm bored. So I settled down for awhile with the cat about 7 pm after I'd fed the animals and brought the dog in--who actually wandered around the yard and acted nearly normal. I woke up at 9:45, started some bread making (now that the temperature and humidity are back to where they should be), filled the dishwasher, put away plastic dishes, washed the ones in the sink, took out the trash and recyclables, and took the Herbie and Rosie (the trash and recycling containers, respectively--we name ours here in Lexington) out to the kerb, and generally straightened up a bit. Now I'm listening to Pandora and spending some time on the computer. We're about an hour from bread. The cat's on my bed again. I think I'm going to put the flowered quilt back on the bed, as I don't have to worry about sweat stains now. But that might be a task for tomorrow morning--the cat is quite happy and quiet at the moment, and we like to keep it that way. So I have a task to do online and then I may lie back down till the bread machine beeps and listen to music. My phone turned off, as I let its charge run down, so I'm playing the music on the computer. I may do some brain exercises that go with an application on my phone that are pretty challenging, too. Just to help out on the memory issue--which I do fine with the memory tasks on that. So maybe it literally is just in my head. I don't know.
Alright, I am definitely getting some water and finishing up here. I also should work on a book review by the end of the week. And I just got another published. Yay!
Saturday, July 07, 2018
Meanwhile, the oppressive heat that means I felt like melting and dying over July 4th has ended. I actually woke up with a blanket on that I'd pulled up, for the first time in days or even weeks. We are waiting for the air conditioning repair company to call us back concerning a part. But I think it's okay that we won't get it fixed this weekend, anyway.
YKWIA is soothing the cat, who looked like his tummy might be upset.
I should get a shower, as I need to go by the pharmacy before they close and take him to meet someone/drop something off, and the pharmacy closes at 1 pm, but it'll probably be a couple of hours before he's had his coffee, etc., and gets ready. It takes awhile for him to get going.
Right now I just want to enjoy the pleasantness that is inside the house, though. :) Less than 72 degrees!
Thursday, July 05, 2018
Wednesday, July 04, 2018
On my Samsung Galaxy S7. Only issue so far is that the Gallery and Music applications weren't pulling from the SD card. I restarted it, tried pulling it out and putting it back in, but about the only thing I saw that it did was show the SD card in the File Manager application. So I went on to an image and opened it in Gallery, and they suddenly were all there, and did the same for Samsung Music. Now my music, which is on the card, is accessible. Simple fix, better than everything else I found online, so I'm including it here.
Monday, July 02, 2018
Sunday, July 01, 2018
So this morning we were at McDonald's (after all the trauma with the dog) and a nice young man, seeing his kids were dawdling at the drink fountain, urged them to hurry up because no doubt the old lady behind them needed to get a drink. He was talking about me. I've never heard anyone call me an old lady before. I know he meant well, but if I'd had a cane I might have whacked him on his shins. That was my first reaction - - which I realise is the reaction of an old lady. Sigh.
One of the dogs had to be put down today. The whole thing was sudden and traumatic. But we couldn't let her suffer. I miss her so much already. I was lying in bed feeling sad and the cat came and laid on my arm and purred. I think he's sad, too. He and the other dog keep looking for her.