Sunday, September 22, 2013
The last couple of days have been a realization. Though my ass has been sore since I started walking my girls, and that eased up a bit the last week or so, I've had a severe pain in my ass for about four days. Seems I have a case of sciatica, which WebMD says is a symptom of a disk issue in my back. (Yeah!) 20 odd years of morbid obesity shouldn't make a disk issue a surprise, but it worries me more than other health issues I face. It worries me more than the possibility of diabetes or high blood pressure. A little advil today and the pain is better. (why I waited three days to take simple advil is a mystery to me but...) It's only my third occurrence of this condition in a decade but still it's disconcerting. (please don't urge me to go to a doctor. until obamacare kicks off I'm on my own.)
My second pain in the ass will hopefully be resolved tomorrow.
I've been a friend's bookkeeper for about 15 years and tomorrow is our second IRS audit. I've gone through plenty of them in the past but last time cost my friend to pay tax on $20,000 of additional income. His only reaction was "we're all human" and he's never mentioned it since. (He's a saint.) The year being audited tomorrow was a big year for us and so our books were casually audited by a CPA friend of mine prior to filing our return. This obviously provides a lot of confidence but IRS audits still suck. The irony of an audit coinciding with a case of sciatica though is simply too funny.
Otherwise, life is moving forward and my adapting mind is coming along nicely. I have been rather naughty with taking my meds lately. Somehow it's easier to keep on track with them the busier I am. My only measure for missing my meds is my level of road rage, and today it was up there. What could cause a three lane highway to be bumper to bumper midday on a sunday? well, I can only hope anyone in an accident further up the road, causing the traffic jam, was ok.
Time for more advil...
Monday, September 02, 2013
But, for some reason, sometimes things work out well when I throw things together.
It's the beginning of the month and my next day of work isn't for another week. My kitchen in near empty, which should be good for my diet, so I need to be creative with my meals. That's not easy as my title says...
But, I have some leftover chicken tenders that had to be used. I fear throwing out food and seeing dollar signs fill up my trash can. I wanted to recreate the chicken wrap from my favorite Alumni Grill but I have no mushrooms, spinach, pepper, or wraps. Instead I decided to make a simple chicken salad.
with a couple chicken tenders, some crumbled goat cheese, a teaspoon of mustard and a pinch of celery seed, a tasty chicken salad came together pretty quickly. I put it on some whole wheat toast, smeared with mustard, and finished it off with some basil leaves, instead of lettuce.
Obviously, I was surprised by how much I liked it. Just goes to prove, you never know until you try.
Friday, August 23, 2013
We all know things don't always work out as we plan. Seems that it applies to rescuing a dog as well.
As I'd planned on Monday, I went to the shelter. It had a shockingly small number of dogs, yet alone small dogs. I met three little ones and settled on a little min pin (miniature pincher). It was never a dog breed I'd thought of having but she won me over. She needed to get snipped before going home with me, so I had to go back on Tuesday to pick her up. Lucky me, they found out she has a heart murmur, a severe one, when they put her under for surgery. Needless to say, I couldn't financially give her that kind of care so I couldn't adopt her. Sadly this is the second dog I've wanted to adopt from this shelter that had severe health issues.
Though the adoption coordinator complimented me on being honest and patient with the process, by the time I got home I was on Petfinder searching for little ones. I found two at another shelter that I couldn't decide between online and went to see them. By 7pm, I adopted them both. They were a "bonded pair"; a mother and daughter Pomeranians that had been together for 7 years. Today is our third full day together and I'm so thrilled to have these wonderful dogs.
It often happens this way for me. My impulses are clear and true, and thinking it through and planning trip me up every time. I was ready to compromise to get a younger dog that ended up not being healthy but have lucked out completely with two older dogs. Something may be lurking inside them, which I'll find out when I get them to the vet.
As it stands now, they are obedient, playful cuddlers that have me thrilled to wake up before down to walk them. (That will surely change with the first snow of winter.)
I'm glad that I've waited to adopt them, though I've wanted to for a number of years. My weight is still revolving around the 300lb door, but walking my girls two to four times a day will certainly help my fitness, especially as we keep things going. Even my planning by searching SPCA, local rescues and petfinder paid off in helping me avoid rewarding puppy mills on Criagslist. Even the two failed adoptions made sure I'm able to keep my wits about me financially, instead of being over powered by my impulsive lonely heart.
I'm off to play with my two lovely ladies...
Sunday, August 18, 2013
When I logged on I'd thought I'd make a quick post on the message boards but found myself more concerned for others' and the posts they'd left. I've got to admit, a few of them brought me down quite a bit. But my day was destined to be a sad one.
Last night was a late night for work. It was midnight before I got home and I'm exhausted after 9 trips across the state (NJ - 75 miles each way) over five days, with my return trip looming today. After today this summer gig goes to weekends only. My income will be going down significantly and I'm a bit frightened. My personal history has proven that work comes for me when I need it and I'm certain it will again this time too. Worry often trumps patience, trust and faith when the rent is looming.
I'm trying to combat my worry by holding on to the anticipation I have for tomorrow. Yesterday I made my appointment at the local no-kill shelter to adopt a dog. It's been 11 years since I last had a dog and I wonder how different my life will be with someone else to love and care for. I got my last dog shortly after my marriage fell apart and I'm certain she helped me survive the depression that followed that event. I can still remember the day I held her as the vet freed her from her suffering, and I fear that day for the dog I'm yet to adopt. BUT, that will be a day long into the future for us both.
So, tomorrow I'll be once again experiencing the adjustment to a new reality of early morning o-u-t-s and walks, carrying a baggie for piles of unmentionable substances, late evening o-u-t-s, and hopefully lots of play, cuddling, and contently passing time together.
If it's a girl, her new name will be Sayuri, from The Memoirs of a Geisha. I'm not 100% on a boy's new name. Possibly Fury, after a childhood friend's nickname, or Dakota, to continue my Native American theme started with my last dog. Feel free to suggest other boy names. Previous dog names include Baron, Shultzy, and Cheyenne. Yep, not a Snoopy, Spot, or Buddy among them!
Enjoy the last of your weekends as I begin to wrap up my seasonal gig and look to the unknown.
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