Grandma Henke

Lynn’s working on my musing space … in the room we had to pack  a lot of boxes in before we went on our six month “Drive About”.    When we got home we didn’t have anyplace to put the boxes so they have stayed there until this week and I haven’t had my musing space.     I can’t wait to get my room back and so I can get really serious about writing again.     I have a new, challenging book idea that is dying to spew forth.    It will be more challenging than the others but I think it could be a good one if I can just figure out how to do it right.   Wait and see … patience dear friends and family who will be forced to read it one of these days.

Went to the doctor today for a smorgasbord of ailments and came away with a smorgasbord of prescription changes plus a 2 week trip of intense prednisone because my body has “inflammation” in diverse places and I am complaining loudly about it.   When in pain the world will know it … I don’t go down quietly.    But now we have another problem.  Prednisone keeps me wide awake 24/7.    I mean WIDE awake.   We’re talking really alert awake.  It also makes me really hot.   Not hot as in “hot mama” either.  Hot as in “hot flashes” (as if I didn’t have enough of those already!  Give me a break!)

I liked the new doctor today.   Female and friendly.   She’s probably younger than me but she could be my age I guess and just be really healthy which would make her look younger.   How would one know the age of a healthy person?    I hope she stays around and doesn’t move or retire like everybody else.    I even wanted to call her by her first name … but I didn’t.   I didn’t call her anything because it just didn’t seem like I should call her doctor after we’d become such bosom buddies (hypothetically speaking of course), and I didn’t really dare call her Kris yet.    Maybe by the 2nd visit …?

I’m back to pouring anti-fungal lotion in my ears.   What a crummy thing to have to admit, that I grow mushrooms in my ears!   Well, she didn’t call it mushrooms, she called it fungus but I figure it’s about the same thing.   I also have eczema in the ears … clear to my navel.    I sometimes lay in bed thinking things like “If I get so old I can’t take care of myself and/or communicate … how will I tell my caregivers that my ears itch?”   Sometimes I would like to get a bottle brush and stick it in one ear and pull it out the other and push it back and forth a while to stop the itching!     It runs in our family apparently … the itchy ears.   I don’t know if the others actually have a garden in their ears but I do know when we get together there is always a discussion about the itching.    That’s because we all inherited tiny ear canals.     We also inherited jumpy legs, our 2nd choice of talk topics.   When we tire of that we talk about not being able to sleep … unless we are trying to watch a move, of course.   When we run out of health issues there is always creeping underwear.

I found a really good sale at Wally-Mart today and loaded up … on valentines.   I don’t know why.   I got these cute little mail box looking things with 32 valentines tucked inside (14 of them).  Like I said, I don’t know why other than they were cheap … only fifty cents each … and that did include 32 valentines!    Then I saw the Maxwell chocolates in red heart tins.   What would you have done if you saw them sitting there for fifty cents each tin?    Each one probably holds maybe 4 or 5 chocolates.    I thought I could freeze them for next year and give them out to my friends and everybody in the family, but Lynn informed me that won’t work  because they will go funny.    Keeeeeerap.   (That’s a carry over word from my dad.   I figure it’s not really cussing because of how it’s spelled.)   So now I have … drum roll please … 48 little red tin boxes of chocolates.    Yes, I said 48, and that’s because I didn’t get 72 so don’t give me any lip.   I guess I’ll be handing them out a little early.    They don’t say “Happy Valentine’s” on them so does it really matter?   I mean, can’t we say I love you with a red box of chocolates other times of the year?  Like for St. Patrick’s Day maybe?

Oh, if you don’t have a disability permit thing hanging in your car don’t park in the disability parking!   I saw a parking lot cop leaving this gal a ticket on her car today and danged if she didn’t come RUNNING FULL THROTTLE across the parking lot to stop him!      But it was already too late.   The ticket was written in the book with multiple copies and it couldn’t be erased.     Now she has to go before the judge and show her permit (which was in the car but not hanging) or pay $100 in a fine.    That’ll teach ya little old lady with short term memory loss who could sprint fast enough to qualify for the Senior Olympics.    Don’t forget to hang the permit!

Poor little doggy is here beside me and she is so tired she keeps asking me to go to bed with her.    I told her she could go without me but she is so loyal she just can’t do it.     There is nothing as sweet as this little girl dog.    She has love written all over her and it shines out of her eyes like  … gee, I don’t know … like a goo goo ga ga lovesick teenager.    It is really pathetic, actually, how she can’t control her love.    Imagine if I were to act like she does every time Lynn walked in the door … panting, rolling around, wagging my behind back and forth so fast I can’t keep my balance … jumping up and down trying to get him to pick me up so I can lick his face!   True love if I ever saw true love.

I have to admit … it may be 3:21 in the morning but I’m feeling pretty dang good right now.   Better than I have in a couple of months.    If everyone wasn’t asleep I believe I’d start cleaning the house.  (Whew thank goodness they are!)

And that’s about it ….