Ed’s interest in dinner is constant, almost worshipful. My interest in cooking it waxes and wanes. Because my efforts take a lot out of me, I need encouragement. So when I say, “Dinner tonight will be baked chicken breasts – are you okay with that?†what he might say, is “Yeah, whatever,†in a dispirited tone, that I think he has trained himself to use so as not to overly excite his near and dear and have them expect too much. So today I poked my head into the bathroom where he was shaving and said, “I would like it when I suggest an entrée, if you would do a joyful little dance. Can you work your way up to that?†So he did the funky chicken.
I wrote recently that my doctor had prescribed a muscle relaxant and Tylenol with codeine, should I need these for my back. Since my back is very much better, due to my genius massage therapist, I don’t anticipate having to use them very much, but today I did feel pain as I started out on my walk, and I did go to the park and go through my stretch and jump routine. By the time I got back, I had more discomfort, so when I got home I took one Tylenol w/c. Although I am not experiencing euphoria, the pain left almost immediately. I adore the miracle of modern medicine.
I had to stop taping my mouth shut at night (to prevent breathing through it) because the adhesive has caused a sore akin to a cold sore. I had that once before and it is very hard to get rid of. So I am using prescription strength cortisone on it. Instead of the tape, I cut down an ace bandage and am using that around the lower half of my face. Of course, I remove it while sleeping because it is annoying. I realize that all these revelations are diminishing my affect as a desirable female, but then, what would I write about? Anyway, my doctor also gave me a nasal spray prescription that I used last night for the first time, overcoming the urge to run screaming from the dispenser after I read the “must reads†and warnings in the accompanying literature. I haven’t foamed at the mouth, yet, a good sign.
xx, Teal