Well, I’m back to work again after another really excellent weekend. Monday’s always kind of a bummer, but I’m counting down the weeks until my “mandatory” extended Thanksgiving break-only 4 more weeks to go! I’m really looking forward to it!!
This weekend was really all about the slack. I had to take it easy because of my RA flare. We watched some TV, a couple movies, played on the compy, slept, etc. I baked a couple of apple pies-my first ever, and they turned out really yummy. We gave one to our neighbors, and kept the other for ourselves. I was really surprised at how well they turned out and was super excited about the fact that I actually made pie! *sillygrin* Of course, Craig had to help stir things, as I’m not really able to do that for very long anymore. Making the crust was not too bad, getting it in the pie plate without tearing was a little difficult, even with Craig’s help, but we did a good job nonetheless. Making the filling was easy too! I’ll try and post the recipe tonight.
We also started Bishy on sleeping outside of his crate at night. He’s doing really well, and settles down on his blankie as soon as we turn the lights off. He’s a really hard sleeper, so he’s not up and down all night like the cats-he just conks right out. The only downside we’ve found is that on the weekends when we’d like to sleep in, he wakes up naturally around 8:30-9am, and so will wake us up with little nudges & licks. Other than that, it’s really nice as he gets to spend more time out of his crate. He seems calmer, I think, and if we can get the animosity between him & the cats ironed out, I believe it won’t be long before he can just have free run of things. I don’t think amnesty between species is a lot to ask, do you? *chuckle*
I’m through my RA flare, for the most part anyway, thank the Gods! This last one was horrible!!! My wrist and hand were completely swollen, and red, and painful-I tried wearing a splint to help rest my wrist, but after a couple days, the inflammation was so bad I just couldn’t. I even had to take off my rings as I was scared they would start to cut into my skin. I switched to wrapping the area with ace bandages, which seemed to work well, and I think really helped get me through it. I think if it hadn’t been wrapped or splinted, I might have continued to aggravate the area just by regular use, especially at work.
Of course, people at work who noticed were compelled to ask me what I did to my wrist. I hate that. Nosy people are the worst. I told most people it was just “sore,” and wouldn’t get into why. Quite frankly, it’s no one’s business, however people are compelled to question, and it doesn’t seem to make much difference whether they know me well enough to even ask or not. I don’t tell a lot of people I have RA; I just find it’s easier unless they really have to know. Most people don’t know what RA is, and after asking for an explanation, they quite often stop listening-they don’t really want to know. My experience has been that a lot of people are just really ignorant when it comes to discussing it. They hear “arthritis” and think they have it all figured out-“just take some advil, you’ll be fine.” They don’t understand that RA is actually an immuno-suppressant disease that cannot be cured. A disease that affects not only my joints, but can also affect internal organs such as the lungs and heart, as well as affect my general health & well-being. The meds I take to help combat the RA compromise my immune system even further. Because my immune system is so compromised, I have to be uber careful about germs, and infections, and getting sick. Regardless of how I might “look,” I am very often in pain, and more often than not, extremely tired or just not feeling well—just because I’m not using a walker or in a wheelchair yet, does not mean that my disease does not warrant some seriousness and understanding.
My dad’s being a jerk again-big surprise there. We’ve been planning an upcoming trip to Tennessee to visit with Craig’s parents for sometime now, and Dad’s known about it for quite a few months. A couple weekends ago, he called to tell me that he was planning with my aunt to have a family reunion in PA during that same time period, though plans were not “firm” yet, and he demanded that we change plans nonetheless. He feels that his plans for me should supercede any plans we’ve made for ourselves. As usual, nothing I said even got through-he wasn’t listening to me at all. Needless to say, an argument ensued, as always *eyeroll*, and I was told that I was selfish, and that he wanted no more of my “unsolicited phone calls,” whatever that means–he called me. Anyway, I hung up on him. Haven’t talked to him since & he hasn’t called me. I might call him tonight.
What I think this is all about is that he’s irritated that we haven’t been down for a visit in awhile, but we managed to entertain Craig’s parents for a weekend about 3-4 weeks ago, and he’s mad about it. I also think he forgets what it’s like to have to work five days a week, he’s been retired so long, and I don’t think he understands that sometimes the weekends are all we have in order to get things done around the house. He acts as though we should just drop everything the moment he says so, and come a-runnin’. We visit him for the weekend when we can, usually once a month or every other month, and he usually calls me every other weekend, and I call him on the off weekends. He does expect us to do all the work as far as visits go. He won’t drive the two hours up to visit us as he says it’s too hard on him physically, but he will drive two hours one way to go out to dinner at a nice restaurant-go figure. *droll look* The man has never seen our house-apparently lobster tail & prime rib rate higher than I do.