Looking forward to my mini vacation in Tampa. Going up Sunday, leaving Monday afternoon (it says here). Oh boy, dinner out and a night in a motel with my honey. And I love general anesthesia – what a relaxer.

Biked yesterday, saw my sis. Her short-term memory, following being taken off of the oxys (oxycodon, oxycontin) during her recent stay in the hospital, is still not back. I am led to understand that people recover from oxy brain daze. She is on a different pain med and her affect is better and she is looking better. But I told her what was going on with me three times in the past 8 days and each telling was news to her, a total shock, and she reacted with dismay and fear for me. I visit with her as usual but no longer remind her. There’s no point. Don, the f.b.i.l. (fascist brother-in-law) says that is probably best. He is benign until it suits him not to be. I go with the flow and withdraw when he is being difficult.

Being off HRT has made it easier for me to not gain weight. I have actually lost three pounds. No, this is not related to the problem. For there to be weight loss, one has to be in end stage. Next step, I will try to fit into those French jeans again, the albatross in my closet. I can zip them up but breathing is an issue.

Pat, one of our friends, will come over on Sunday and we will show her how to give Brunz his med and where everything is. She will be spending the night. I think the kitties will do better with an overnight presence and Nadine, who had planned to come over to administer the med, agrees that it's much better to have someone with them the whole time.

xx, Teal

P.S. I'm reading a book of one-liners. Here's a good one:
We have enough youth. How about a fountain of smart?