Laughing His holy butt off...

Day 3 of the headache. 

Now, before someone has hysterics, I used to go to the hospital EVERY TIME I had one of these things (when I had better insurance).  I have seen and experienced a million "neuro checks" and I am fine.  No sudden paralysis, tingling, weakness, etc.  I know my name, date, and current events.  I can "squeeze your hand" and wiggle my toes, but I still don't know which foot is the gas pedal. 

That one freaked out a few doctors, until I explained I don't drive. 

My headaches are due, in part to genetics, in part to hormones (these days), and in part to medication.  That's just my package. 

Anyway, I dragged my butt out of bed, had my diet soda, and got in the shower.  I did my God Time later. 

I got dressed and we went to work.  I felt pretty lousy but we didn't need to do too much, happily. 

The headache crawled off about the time we left. 

We went to the bank.  We deposited some change I'd been saving for a while, and I got paid.  Yay! 

We left and came home.  I went to bed.  I was exhausted. 

I slept for a couple hours, having odd dreams but nothing awful, and woke up before my alarm went off.  We went to Walmart. 

Well, we did eventually, our ride was very late.  Ron had to call and fix the pickup. 

If we get there late, and our pickup is on time, then we have no time to shop, eh?  So they have to extend the shopping time. 

They did that. 

I looked for a massager for Ron.  Ron has these concepts in his head: I am a bother.  It is hard for Heather to shop with me.  It is easier if she leaves me up front.  He kept saying all this and I finally told him to shut up.  We never found the massager. 

Then I went and tried on a pair of knit shorts that didn't even have pockets!  What?  I had good money in my pocket for a couple pair of knit shorts with pockets and a drawstring.  Nothing.  Nothing. 

I went and got Gravy Lovers brand cat food.  Biscuit just had a good time with the Chicken Hearts.   Well, you might as well use the whole animal. 

Then I went and got some fruit.  I still have a ton of processed food in the freezer (I refer to the freezer attached to my fridge, I don't have a separate freezer).  However, I can start adding better things. 

I ate a couple of celery sticks with my dinner.  It sure didn't kill me.  The last 2 times I went to the doctor my blood pressure was in the low 150's.  That's too high.  Admittedly, I was under a tremendous amount of stress at the time, but still... 

Celery is rumored to help lower blood pressure, and it'll either work or it won't.  It won't hurt me. 

I like celery.  It's green.  It's a vegetable, and God knows I don't eat enough veggies.  It is also a lot cheaper than a box of energy bars. 

I also got a bag of easy-peel tangerines, I love those and sometimes Ron will romantically peel one for me.  Organic lemons, check.  I plan to cut them up and put them in water.  I didn't get the organic limes but I will next time.  What kind of shellac?  Wha?  On food?  Saw that after I got home.  I'll scrub them down before I use them.  I will also cut them up and put them in water. 

Although, when I was a kid, I enjoyed eating lemons off the tree behind our house.  It hung over the fence and we were allowed to eat "our" lemons.  I adore sugar snap peas, I got the "family" size bag.  I like to eat them fresh out of the bag. 

I would have gotten some baby carrots too, but I forgot.  Oh, well, next time, or I can go to one of the many grocery stores around here tomorrow on my day off. 

Am I manic for produce?  No.  I'm just trying to fill a gap in my nutrition.  I want to be eating real food and not things out of packages, at least as much as possible with my problems. 

The water with lime is good, and doesn't have the scary list of ingredients like my sugar free drink mix.  Well, except for the possible shellac (?!?) coating which I hopefully scrubbed off.   I'm going to use those up first. 

Anyway, everything's all put up and looking good. 

I can eat the stuff I got last time and free up my freezer space. 

Once that's gone, I can transition to easy to prepare meats and such. 

Speaking of food, I wanted to share a funny Easter story.  Years ago, at church, I was enlisted to play Jesus in a recounting of the last supper.  An adult stood off to the side reading Bible verses while we kids acted it out. 

I was about 12.  I said, I'm a girl, how can I be Jesus?  They said don't worry, you have short hair.  They made a toga out of a bedsheet and put it over my church clothes. 

All went well until "He blessed (the bread) and broke it". They had given me a loaf of what I now know to be Irish Soda Bread, as hard as a hockey puck.  I wrestled with it for a few minutes as the adults laughed awkwardly, until someone said "Maybe we should get a knife..." about that time I broke the crust and ripped off a chunk of bread, and the play proceeded. 

I'm sure Jesus was up in Heaven, on His holy throne, laughing His holy butt off watching my fight with that bread!