It's that time of year again.

Summer is half over (! How did THAT happen?) and the deer are headin' into town, looking for tasty tidbits to help out with the massive amounts of food they need right now, the rut is soon. The fellow below looks like he is saying: "Hey! This is MY patch...get lost!"

Techno stress

You may have noticed that my "Chatterbox" for comments has vanished...I don't know what I did, but hopefully my friend Rhiannon will be able to find it and return it to it's rightful place. I wasn't even AT Blogger when it happened, I was in a whole other world of computer-ness.

Until such time as I have it back again, please feel free to leave comments the old way.

"Technological progress has merely provided us with more efficient means for going backwards."
~Aldous Huxley.

A Dizzy Dame

Last week I took 2 "sick days" off from work. We don't actually get any sick days, per se, but I have never...and I mean quite literally, NEVER taken time off work due to illness. Not at any job. I was sort of depressed at ruining such a great record, I never even missed school due to illness. I missed a half day in grade 8 for an eye appointment, and that was it. Not that I am never ill, I had measles and chicken pox as a kid, but always during summer or Easter holidays, I get a cold every few years, but it only lasts a day or 2, and I've never had the 'flu.



So, this was quite an event for me. It was an inner ear thing, and it started like this:



I spent Saturday feeling a little "off", my ears had that airplane feeling. I lay on the couch and felt dizzier and queasier as the night went on. Next AM I thought I should hop into the shower and "wash those ailments right outta my hair." Imagine my surprise when my knees gave out and I had to sit down in the shower. I managed to rinse the soap off of me and bundled up in towel. I seemed to have no sense of balance at all, and I weaved (wove?) down the hallway to start the coffee. When I realized that the thought of coffee was revolting, plus the fact that I couldn't move my eyeballs with falling over, I phoned my boss and told her I was too sick to work.



I crawled back to bed and as the day went on, I progressivly become worse until Steven told me he was taking me to the hospital. I was lucky that the on-call Dr. was Steven's old Dr.(who doesn't have office hours anymore, so we don't ever see him) although he did a double take when he saw Steven; "You look FANTASTIC! So tanned and you've lost so much weight...wonderful!" and shook his hand and looked up and down and this specimen of health, as I lay there thinking: "Scuse me....sick person here, trying not to vomit...".



Anyhow, he looked in my ears and gave me some antibiotics, but more importantly, he gave me a huge shot of Gravol....oh bliss.... I slept most of the day and all night, and next AM went to myDr. who agreed with the diagnoses and flushed my ears out as well.



It ended up taking a just about a week for all the dizzyness and upset tummy to go away, and now I am back to normal, but I will never "pooh-pooh" people who have vertigo or any sort of balance problem again...that was THE WORST I have ever felt.

"Health is the thing that makes you feel that now is the best time of the year."
~Franklin Pierce Adams.

Well, this is my first post in a few days, I have been busy with the sorts of things that everyone deals with, you know, housework, yard work and regular "pay me every two weeks " work. I have also attended the funeral of my cousin Jim, who died while waiting for a liver transplant. We were SO sure that a liver would be available, I couldn't quite grasp what was happening when Steven told me that Jim had died.

It's been a year of ups and downs so far. I went to Paris, my father died, my brother in law died, we went to Las Vegas, we had a big family reunion (Steven's side) and then Jim died. At Jim's funeral, one of the songs that played was Louis Armstrong's "It's a Wonderful World." I am not so sure about that anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm not falling into a depression or even a small funk, and I feel like I am one of the luckiest people that I know, but I'm not so sure about the state of our world.

I don't want to be a hypocrite, because I DO spend money sometimes in a foolish way, when I know that there are people elsewhere who's lives could be changed dramatically if I gave them the money that I spent on something that I could live without, but on the other hand...I have worked all my life and I think I have the right to treat myself now and then. I'm not really sure what sort of point I am trying to make, it's become an odd world that we live in, that's for sure.
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