It’s the end of February already, can you believe it? Time is flying by, for me anyway. I can’t wait until spring-I’m really, really, tired of snow. Also, I’m excited to see what comes up in my flower beds-in the fall, I planted something like 180 bulbs, mostly crocus, daffodils, & tulips of differing varieties, and if the squirrels haven’t taken too much advantage of the “buffet,” I should have quite a display of colorful blooms. I’ll be sure to share some pics, too.
I’m still in a splint, and the tendonitis is getting better very slowly. It’s frustrating, all the aches & pains I get, and it irritates me that I’m so impaired from time to time from them. I’m also still struggling to get back on track after being off my meds for a little while. I may have to increase my weekly dose of methotrexate as we had decreased it prior to my getting sick in November, and I felt the effects of that then very slightly; now, I’m just not bouncing back like I should.
I’ve been tanning lately. Usually every winter around this time, I find I need to get into the salon for some UV, it seems to perk me up. And it seems to help my RA a bit too. I do have to be pretty careful, the methotrexate makes me very sensitive to sunlight. It’s nice to get a little color though, too.
I’ve been trying to back off of the darvocet lately. I’ve been taking it a lot more frequently than I ever have before because I’ve been so painful, but I’m starting to believe that it’s making me depressed. The next day, I always feel “off” and just very down. And not very clear-headed. Next time I go to the doctor, I’m going to see if that’s a side effect, and if it is, maybe I can switch to something else.
We went to my Dad’s this past weekend. Because we hadn’t been in so long, we decided to drive up Friday after work and spend the entire weekend, rather than just Saturday night, which is what we usually do. Big mistake. We had a nice visit and all, I guess, but more than an overnight visit is just too much to handle. He’s just too miserable. As soon as we walked in the door, it wasn’t hugs and “nice to see you”—it was “What’d you do to your hair?” He had not one good thing to say. We brought presents-some framed prints of us & the animals, as well as some recent photos for him to peruse—he wanted no part of either, refusing to open the presents or look at the pics. He did open the gifts the next morning before we got up, which we thought was weird, and then didn’t really acknowledge them after that. He looked at the pics later that afternoon. After a tense breakfast Saturday, Craig and I escaped to the mall, just to get away. We ended up purchasing my dad a new teapot, which he had requested along with some new earmuffs, though we couldn’t find those. We found ladies’ earmuffs, which I thought if we got plain black he’d never know the diff, but Craig insisted he would as they are more “fluffy.” Whatever-earmuffs are earmuffs, right? They were black…
Anyway, Saturday night, we went out to eat at Red Lobster. *happygrinsigh* Yumm. I got “The Lobster Lover’s Dream” entrée, which consisted of a good-sized rock lobster tail, an equally sized Maine lobster tail, and pasta with shrimp, crab, & langostinos. So delish. The guys both got steak and rock lobster, which they enjoyed as well. Afterwards at home, Craig and I continued on with a dominos game we had started earlier while my dad dozed on and off in the chair while pretending to watch TV. Sunday morning was spent getting ready to leave and loading the truck, then at noon we took off in Dad’s car for the chicken barbeque we go to every year at the firehall. He sees a lot of his buddies down there that he used to work with and bowl with and what not, and it’s nice to see him get out of the house and socialize, so we make it a point to go with him every year. Also, the chicken is yummy! One of his old pals invited him to do some stuff, and was inquiring gently as to whether he gets out of the house much. My dad was, no surprise, miserable, and rebuffed every invitation and inquiry. Afterwards, as Craig went to bring the car around, I suggested very sweetly to Dad that maybe it might be nice for him to get together with his old friends a couple times a month or so, and he got very upset with me and yelled at me on the sidewalk. Craig and I left very shortly thereafter. It was sooooo nice to get back home.