Keep doing what you are doing…

I had a check up for my knee today.  Things went great.  The doctor was really pleased with how well I’m recovering.  I asked about some exercise but he wants me to wait a couple of weeks before I start that doing that. He gave me a prescription for Physical Therapy although he said he doesn’t think I will need it.

Slow and steady seems to be the plan right now.  I pretty much elevate it every night from the minute I get home until I’m out the door the next morning.  I have my cane with me pretty much all the time but it has been folded up and out of sight for the past few days.

I’ll follow the doctor’s words as he said to me today “Keep doing what you are doing.”

In other news, I have left LuLaRoe.  With my knee and interpreting, I was feeling overwhelmed and had to reprioritize things.  I love the LuLaRoe brand and continue to wear it pretty much daily, I just won’t be selling it anymore.  If you need help finding stuff though,  I know a few people that can help.

This weekend will be yet another weekend of staying in the house.  Not because of the knee but because of weather.  Hurricane Irma is headed to Florida and pretty much going to rain for everyone in the state.  whee…  We are off Friday and Monday due to the hurricane.  I wonder if it does come to Jax on Monday if we truly will be headed back to work on Tuesday.  I guess we’ll see.   Be prepared for boring rain pics on my social media accounts.

Walking in another person’s shoes…

This picture was from Tuesday, Day 10 before I went to the doctor to find out what the redness on my shin was all about. Turns out it is due to swelling.

August 5th, I took a fall and injured my left knee.  Twelve days in of recovery and I’m told to keep my knee straight and elevate it as much as possible.  Which is easy because it doesn’t bend on its own very well right now.

So why the need to pull out the blog writing today?  A week ago I had to attend a meeting to start the new school year.  The building was old.  I’m hobbling into the building, thank goodness they had a ramp to accommodate the 4 steps that I would have had to take, and make my way to the third floor.  So I’m walking with my cane, to keep me stable, and trying to open doors to get in.  Have you ever tried to open a door with only your left hand?  It’s awkward as you end up crossing your body with the door., I make my way through the main door, into the elevator and up to the third floor.  Great, another door into the office suite.  Why isn’t there a button to open the door automatically? I make it in and get to my meeting. I’m good, put my leg up on an adjacent chair and take in all the information.

Then, it happens, I have to use the restroom.  Ugh….back out the door, easier pushing it but not by much.  Again, would love an automatic door button to make it easier.  I get to the restroom and see three tiny stalls.  Not ONE accessible stall.  WHAT?!  How is that even possible?  What year is it?  I plop myself down and take care of things.  Thankfully, my husband had gotten me the cane the night before.  The cane was my savior in that tiny stall.  I was able to lift myself and my bum leg up but it wasn’t easy from a standard height commode.  I hobbled back to the meeting room appalled that the district I worked for had no restroom accommodations.  Maybe they do…maybe it’s tucked away in another part of the building.  I do know that no one offered it to me.   I hope there is one on that floor somewhere….

Day 12 and the swelling has gone way down. I’m tired of it though. I am ready to go!

I will heal,  My leg will bend again.  But things like this are what people with physical challenges handle every day.  I try to hold the door open for people as much as I can. I try to accommodate needs as much as I can.  I hope I’m not failing.  This little experience has really sparked something.  Never take for granted, walking across the living room with a cup of coffee and my phone.  Right now, I can do it in my house where there are plenty of “feel your way” helpers around the room and I can tuck my phone under my chin but at work, I must wear everything I need in a backpack or purse.  Leaving the house is a chore.  Carrying a lunch box and getting down the four steps that lead to the drive, I have to make sure I don’t have other things in my hand or I can’t manage the stairs with my cane.  So things get left home.  If I can’t carry it on me, I don’t need it.  Not practical but it will have to do…for now.



Flip my karma…

Up and at ’em seemed to be how we started our day.  We decided that today we would go grocery shopping early and enjoy the weekend.

The universe had other plans.  We were up before 8am, so our favorite breakfast spot Cool Moose Cafe wasn’t open yet so we headed over to Corner Bakery.  As we drove past the park at the end of our street we saw the tents set up for a run.  As we got closer to the Corner Bakery we saw a sea of people at the restaurant.  OOF! was only 15 minutes until Cool Moose was open so we headed back over.  YAY, I really wanted to eat here anyway!  I had the best banana, apple, and flaxseed muffin ever!!

We headed back over towards the sea of runners to do our grocery shopping at The Fresh Market.  In and out in a jiffy!  Now…how to navigate around this…race…walk…what was it?  I made a decision to go the back way to get to Publix.  WRONG!!  We followed the where the police were waving us to go and we ended up back where we started..kinda… Great.  After trying a few other routes I know, we were always met with police directing us back from where we came from.  They had split Riverside in two…and we needed to get to the other side.

At one point, we were stopped for 20 minutes as we hoped the “hold and release” traffic pattern would allow us to cross.  This gave me a chance to find that the event was The First Coast Parkinson’s Run. Finally, I found a map on their Facebook page and could find a route to get us to the opposite side of Riverside.

I’m all for fund-raising, but 45 minutes to get 4 blocks is crazy, especially because the police officers had us going in circles.  There should have been a race detour set up.

Despite all my complaining, I applaud the people participating in today’s event.  Just donated to National Parkinson Foundation.


Happy New Year!


Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual.  ~Mark Twain

I think it’s normal to look back on the year and reflect.  So as I sit in my living room, I look at my husband and kitty and think…I’m pretty lucky.   We have had a good year.

I was hoping to get our bathroom remodeled this year…ah well…we are lucky we have two bathrooms. Right?!

Work is good.  It’s a challenge this year but I never back down from challenges. I’m continuing to work towards national certification.  I hope to take the EIPA test again in 2015.  I’ve already set up workshops that start in January.  I love to learn!

As I look to 2015, I hope to continue working on becoming a better me.  No resolutions for me, other than to be kinder, more understanding, and a good citizen of the world.

I’m not trying to be trendy…

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I love bread, but it’s my Kryptonite.

I have decided to go Gluten Free.  I’ve been reading the past couple of months about how gluten can exacerbate Hashimoto’s symptoms and honestly I’m tried of feeling like crud! So here I go…

I was going to gorge myself with tons of yummy bread and fried yumminess last Friday but my better half reminded me that that wasn’t very responsible. So Friday’s dinner was my start of my journey.

The weekend was rough.  I won’t go into details, but let’s just say I had to stay close to the bathroom.  I finally gave in and took some Imodium on Sunday.  

Today, Monday….I’m feeling good-ish.  Yes, I feel like I’m constantly hungry.  I’ve heard that’s normal.  I know I need to drink more fluids, this is an issue I have anyway.  I know that drinking water will help flush the toxins out of my system and I’ll feel better sooner and it will help with the hunger pangs.

I want to thank the support that I’ve received from Google+.  If you aren’t a member of this social media, I would suggest joining.  The level of interaction is amazing.

I also want to thank my Facebook friends who also gave me some support.  Did you know that Chex makes a Gluten Free oatmeal?  Me neither, until a friend on FB let me in on that wonderful news.  🙂

There are tons of gluten free replacements out in the world. I could easily allow myself to simply replace bread with gluten free bread but I think I’m going to keep it’s simple, stupid. (KISS)  and eat real food for now.  Not that gluten free bread isn’t real but …you know.  Right now the only “gluten free” replacement food I got was my morning oatmeal.  I don’t want to get sucked into all of that….

So yeah.  That’s what’s going on with me and my thyroid right now.  I had an appointment and the doctor didn’t want to change any of my dosages so I have to take control another way.  I’ve know this path was there for a long time but kept putting it off.



Last week, one of our bikes was stolen from our carport.  They cut through the chain and took it.  They did leave us a replacement bike. Considerate, right?  We made a report and the Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office took the bike into their possession.  I was upset but honestly the bike wasn’t as secure as we could have made it.

…and it was outside.

This week however, they broke into our house.  We were lucky. Yes, things were taken.  Yes, we have repairs but they are being handled. Thank goodness for insurance!  The past couple of days I have been jumpy as all get out.  Every time a car drives up or parks near our house, which happens all the freakin’ time, I start to wonder.

I refuse to let them get the best of me though.  We have taken the appropriate actions to make sure we are safe.  With the help of friends we have gotten great advice on continued ways to make our home safe and secure.  Thank you, friends.  You know who you are 😉

I’m hoping that I can feel safe again soon.  Last night I was able to get more sleep but being in the house alone was …interesting.  I’m sure I looked like Gladys Kravitz all day.



46presentsToday I was completely spoiled by Jerry.

I should say that actually it started on Friday night.  When I got home from work I was allowed to open my presents.  SO FUN!  I love them all.  He is a great gift giver.

Today, woke up, went to breakfast at our favorite spot, Cool Moose Cafe.  Then because there is going to be a block party near our grocery store tomorrow we went food shopping.  Even that was fun!

A quick stop home to drop off the food and then back out to  go clothes shopping for me.  I hate shopping for clothes.  I think I’m on of the few woman who find this boring.  I might have to do with my size but I don’t remember being that into it even when I was thinner.  Anyway, I ended up buying more clothes then I expected.  Everything just seemed to fall into place.

Lunch was at Olive Garden.  I love their salad and that’s exactly what I had for lunch.  The only bad thing was that in a more than half empty restaurant we got seated right next to a small family of five with young children.  I almost asked to be moved but I didn’t want to be “that person”.  Most of the lunch was spent listen to the children yell…maybe talk loud… at their parents about being X for tic-tac-toe.  It didn’t dampen my spirits.  I was just thankful that we got to leave. (heh)

Back home, we participated in a beta test of a new game.  Well…Jerry did.  I got to press Login for two hours before I could get in.  I guess that’s why it’s beta 🙂

The night was topped off with an evening out at Alhambra Theatre and Dining.  It wonderful.  The show was Driving Miss Daisy, one of my favorite movies and the cast was excellent.

Jerry really out did himself this birthday.  I can’t wait for future birthdays to see what’s next. 😀

Happy New Year!

Just a few more hours left of 2012.  It was a pretty good year.  Can’t complain.

My families estate is somewhat settled.  Just a few loose ends but I don’t see that being resolved in the future and that’s okay.  Forgive, but don’t forget, right?  I miss Mom and Dad every day.  There are so many things that I want to tell them, or show them, that they would find cool.  They were pretty hip for being parents.

My health is pretty much the same. I really need to get a grip on this weight.  It’s dangerous and I know that.  Fruits and veggies, no sugar and if I do get breads it’s got to be very limited.  I think that I”m gluten sensitive but don’t want to have a bunch of tests.  I know I can do this, I just really need to commit.  The fear of death is real and I need to be smart.

Work is going pretty good.  Strange, because after this school year I’m not really sure where I will be placed. I hope I still have a job. I know a few others are moving on to other things so I’m sure there will be a place for me. I also need to get serious about this credential stuff.  I have DVDs to help me study my “student” reception skills.  I just need to get them back from the person that borrowed them from me and do it.

Home life is good.  Sure, I could use a trip out of town or two but that’s okay.  I have a wander bug that Jerry doesn’t.  It’s not a deal breaker.  We’ll be going to San Antonio in May and then I have Silent Weekend in Orlando in June.  I would love to get away for spring break in early April….we’ll see. I am a girl that loves a great hotel room.  (no clutter, someone else cleans it, no responsibilities)

I am a pretty lucky girl and always seem to land on my feet. I don’t expect anything different for 2013.

My kids…ok..they are cats..but…

We first saw Tabitha at a pet shop in the Orange Park Mall in 1996.  It was a few weeks after we were married and we headed out to find a pet.  They had a full litter of kittens and originally we had been looking at another kitten when Tabitha bound over the table to be with Jerry before the handler put her back in the crate.  We knew at that moment that she had picked us.

She was always a little timid and afraid of just about everything.  She did however enjoy lounging each night with us as we got ready for bed.  A nightly ritual that I absolutely loved.

This past holiday season, she just didn’t seem herself.  She had lost tons of weight but was still eating and evacuating so we thought it was just old age.  It was…and with old age comes kidney problems.

She had been saying her goodbye all weekend by cuddling up to us as much as possible.  On January 22, 2012 we took her to the vet and said our goodbyes.

I didn’t think I’d ever want another pet.  She was my first.  She was my baby.  Being childless meant that this cat that had been a part of our lives for 16 years was mine.

After many tears, (ugh, crying now) and thinking about how could I possibly love another cat that much I told Jerry it was time.  The house was too quiet with out a cat running around.


We searched online for various shelters and wanted to get a rescue cat.  There was a cute 8 month old that was ready for adoption but we wanted to meet her first.  The local Animal Care and Protective Services center was just around the corner so we headed over.  The cat we had looked at wouldn’t even give us the time of day.  This other cat across the way kept talking the entire time we were walking around.

She was older, 18 months.  Ok…so…keep looking around.  Meow, meow, meow…. Finally we approached her crate and she was loving and continued to coo and meow.  I was falling for her.  The handler put us in a room with her and she was friendly and curious.  Something we weren’t used to.  The heart was softening to a little bit older cat that I had thought.  Nutmeg was stealing our hearts.  She would let us pick her up, she was playful, she was curious, she was going to be ours 🙂

A few minutes later, some paper work filled out and she was heading home in a cardboard carrier to her new home.

She took to the house like she had been living her for a while.  Well, except for the carpet.  She still plays the “It’s hot lava” game.  Don’t know why she doesn’t like…*shrug*

After a week of being home she developed a sneeze, after a quick check up and a shot she is feeling better.  She has more energy then when we first brought her home…in fact she is driving us crazy.  Not really.

We have fallen in love with our young lady, Nutmeg.

I will be heard….

Yesterday after the Jaguar game, while waiting for the shuttle buses, I noticed, as I have in the past, several people ignoring the line and going to the front and slipping over to the back door loading area for the bus.  A normal person would have continued in line and then when reaching the point where you can break off, proceed.  No…these people cut in front of many people so they could get on the bus and would not have to stand in line.  This really irked me.  I started to talk loud and was instantly hushed and told to “drop it”.  I did…but now I’m regretting that decision.

Why should I allow such things to happen? Why should I tolerate people doing wrong?   Shouldn’t I be standing up against that?  Shouldn’t I be trying to help my fellow man learn the proper ways of civilization? Heck, to be civilized, because that behavior was not civilized at all.  Sure, you can argue that they were trying to “survive by any means possible” and that’s the order of natural selection.  Does that mean that civility takes a back seat to natural selection?  I hope not.

I was happy to hear the woman behind me talking about it too.  I heard the words “some people are just assholes” a few times.   This put a smile on my face to know that I wasn’t alone.