Today is the officially the first day of spring - on the calendar, that is. I'm not really sure if Mother Nature agrees, though. While our forecast here in Illinois is for temps in the low 60's with a lot of clouds, there is also a winter storm front just to the west of us that is predicted to drop another load of snow. So for now, I am cautiously optimistic that spring has indeed come. At the end of my entry last August, I mentioned that the squirrels' tails were getting really bushy, which meant a long, hard winter with a lot of snow. Looks like Grandpa was right again. After that major snow storm we had in February, I think this past winter qualifies as long and hard. The only really good thing that came from all of that snow is that the fields will be plenty moist for the spring planting. Hopefully, the farmers will have better crop yields this year after the horrible heat and dryness of last year. Anyway, enough about the weather. Let's talk crafting!
I found out last week that there will be a Fairy Fest at Pilcher Park again this year. Our Head Fairy Darla, though, will not be with us anymore. She took a new job and has left the organization of the FF to the rest of the staff at the Nature Center. Since I know early enough that there will be an FF, I have already started making my beaded/beribboned fairy headbands. I want to make sure that I have a lot more of them this year than I had in 2010. I went to last year's FF with about three dozen headbands, two dozen flower and star wands, and about 50 pieces of Fairy Bling (jewelry made using beads and stretchy cord), and I sold out of everything but one wand and a couple of bracelets by noon. Unfortunately, the FF lasts until 2:00, so I had to pack up early and go home.
Don't get me wrong. Last year's FF was a huge financial success. It's just that I could have sold a whole lot more if I had made more stock. So this year, I'm starting early. At this writing, I have already made five headband bases. I need to do a run to Michaels for some supplies, though. I need more 1/4" dowels for my wands, some sparkle felt for the stars, and I used up most of my ribbon supply last year, so I have to replenish that, too. I should be able to get everything I need for about $30. I'll make that back easily. Nothing on my table is marked more than $4, and I think that's why I sell so much. The headbands, wands and Fairy Bling are shiny enough to attract the attention of the little girls and priced low enough that the parents/grandparents don't mind spending a few dollars at my table.
Anyway, the FF will be my first craft show of 2011 and I am really looking forward to it. I also am working with my class reunion committee. The Central High Class of 65 (along with the classes of 66 and 67) will be holding their 45th class reunions in July. We started doing the joint reunions five years ago. It seems that none of our classes can get enough folks to come in order to make it financially feasible. Joining the other two classes lets us enjoy the company of people who were at school with us, while keeping the overall costs down, which in turn gets more folks to come. That will be something to look forward to during the summer and I can't wait to see everyone. But in the meantime, I'll be here working on my Fairy Bling for the Fairy Fest in May. Happy crafting, everyone!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Bad Start to a New Year
It's been a while since I posted anything here. Primarily because I had a really bad December and January. You see, I caught a cold right after Thanksgiving and it hung on for a while. I was starting to feel a lot better by Christmas, but that changed really quickly the last week of the year.
It was a very cold Monday and I got dressed and went to the post office for the mail. I was wearing my hat, gloves, and winter coat. I didn't realize just how cold the air was or I would have also added my scarf. But I didn't have it on, and my first breath in of the frigid, icy air started my sinuses dripping big time. It was like someone had turned the faucet on high and I was not only constantly blowing my nose, but I was always coughing, too. I had a miserable Monday and when I got up on Tuesday, my temperature was over 100. I took whatever cold meds I had in the house and hunkered down to try to get rid of what I believed at the time was a major cold.
New Year's Eve came and went, and I was still running a high fever. I was only eating soup and some bread and jelly once in a while. I felt so bad. I went out on Friday to get more OTC cold meds and cough syrup and drops as well as more tissues (I had gone through two full boxes in four days). I also stopped to pick up a few groceries and headed back home. I was coughing so hard that I started getting traces of blood in my phlegm.
On January 4, I called my doctor and told them what was happening, or at least I was trying to tell them. By that time, I had lost my voice and was barely able to say anything. Anyway, the doctor called in a script for an antibiotic for me and, for the first time in 2011, I left my house and went to Walgreen's to pick up the medicine. The doctor also wanted to see me the following week as a follow-up. I called Walgreen's two hours after the doctor's office called in the script, but it wasn't ready yet. They told me it would be another 20 to 30 minutes. I told them that I would be there.
I got dressed and drove the 12 miles to the Walgreen's. I waited in line for about 5 minutes and got to the window and asked for my script. Guess what? It wasn't ready. I croaked out that I had been told that it would be ready in about 30 minutes and that had been an hour earlier. I asked them to please get it done soon and went to sit down. At first, the lady said it would probably be another hour, and since I couldn't yell because of my throat, I started to cry. I told her that I didn't think I could last an hour and they had already promised it to me earlier, so she should push the pharmacist to get it done quickly. After all, I was running a temperature and was very contagious. So I sat there coughing and coughing and coughing. No one would come near me and I'm sure that a few folks complained to the pharmacy staff about me sitting there. The result was that they had my script ready in 15 minutes and I was finally able to head back home.
The doctor had given me Clindamyacin which I started taking twice a day as soon as I got home. I was still going through a lot of cough medicine and tissue. At one point, I pulled out a roll of toilet paper to use for tissue since I was once again out of the tissue. Anyway, the antibiotic did help a little during that week and on the following Monday, the 11th, I went out of my house for only the second time that month and headed for the doctor's office. My appointment was late in the afternoon and I was late getting there, so they made me wait until everyone else was taken care of before they got around to me. I just sat there in a corner of the office, coughing and blowing. At one point, I was coughing so hard that I couldn't catch my breath, but eventually it eased up, and I was finally taken to an examine room.
They did the usual routine - took my weight, did my blood pressure and asked me if there were any changes in my medication. They also asked what brought me in to see the doctor. I just looked at the nurse and started coughing and blowing my nose and croaked, "I have this really bad cold which I think has gone into bronchitis and my left ear is now blocked and I'm having trouble hearing." She said, "I'm sorry, I can't understand you." I just shook my head and looked at her. She was a pissy little bitch and was set on teaching me a lesson because I had been late. I let it go 'cause I was just too sick to really care. Anyway, she left me alone in the room and said that the doctor would be right in.
Forty-five minutes later, I opened the door and asked one of the nurses if I had been forgotten. She seemed to be surprised to see me, but said that doctor would be with me shortly, and he was there within 5 minutes. I can't prove it, but I think PLB put me in the room and failed to let the doctor know that I was there. If I could prove it, I'd have her fired. Anyway, the doctor came in and checked me out. He said that he didn't think I had a cold, but that is was a severe sinus infection. He changed the antibiotic to one he thought would be better (bactrim ds) and referred me to an ENT for the ear problem. His office couldn't set up an appointment for me with the ENT right then since they had kept me until after 5:30 and the ENT's office was closed. So they called the next day and set me up with an appointment that Friday with the ENT's audiologist.
I went into the ENT's office on Friday, where they tested my hearing and made me repeat words (I still had no real voice) for 30 minutes. The audiologist said that the doctor would have to see me, so she took me to an exam room where I waited for almost an hour (55 minutes) for the doctor to come in. My original appointment started at 8:45 and the doctor finally came in to see me at 10:55. He told me that he was going to put a spray in both nostrils to numb them and then he would be able to use a camera through the nostril to examine my throat. When the numbing agent was put into my nose, I started having a panic attack 'cause it was also numbing my vocal chords and throat. It took me about 5 minutes or so to get myself back under control and the doctor was able to feed the camera up and see my vocal chords. The upshot was that all of the coughing had indeed done some damage. He gave me some aerosol saline to shoot up my nose several times a day and told me to buy a 12-hour Afrin, too. He wanted to see me back in two weeks. It was almost noon when I left his office (three hour appointment).
I headed over to the Walgreens to pick up the second antibiotic and the Afrin, more tissue, cough syrup and cough drops. Then it was back home for more sleep and some food, and, of course, more meds. The following morning, Saturday, I got up for the first time in three weeks without a temperature. Of course, it went up during the day and was back over 100 by the time I went to bed that night, but I felt that I had finally turned the corner. The saline spray seemed to be helping a lot and the Afrin was drying up the sinuses nicely. Once I stopped the sinuses, I didn't cough as much and that led to my throat feeling better. By the time I returned to see the ENT on Feb. 4, I was pretty much over the worst and on my way to finally getting better. That appointment was only the 4th time this year that I had been out of the house.
I am now pretty much back to normal and have made it a priority to get out of the house three or four times a week. I'm working with my high shool reunion committee and that has given me a reason to really get moving again. It is surprising how much muscle tone you can lose when you don't get out of the house and move for a month. Here's hoping that the rest of the year continues in a much better vein than January. I really do have to look into moving somewhere with warmer winters. It's apparent that my body will no longer tolerate those sub-zero temperatures without rebelling. Maybe next year.
It was a very cold Monday and I got dressed and went to the post office for the mail. I was wearing my hat, gloves, and winter coat. I didn't realize just how cold the air was or I would have also added my scarf. But I didn't have it on, and my first breath in of the frigid, icy air started my sinuses dripping big time. It was like someone had turned the faucet on high and I was not only constantly blowing my nose, but I was always coughing, too. I had a miserable Monday and when I got up on Tuesday, my temperature was over 100. I took whatever cold meds I had in the house and hunkered down to try to get rid of what I believed at the time was a major cold.
New Year's Eve came and went, and I was still running a high fever. I was only eating soup and some bread and jelly once in a while. I felt so bad. I went out on Friday to get more OTC cold meds and cough syrup and drops as well as more tissues (I had gone through two full boxes in four days). I also stopped to pick up a few groceries and headed back home. I was coughing so hard that I started getting traces of blood in my phlegm.
On January 4, I called my doctor and told them what was happening, or at least I was trying to tell them. By that time, I had lost my voice and was barely able to say anything. Anyway, the doctor called in a script for an antibiotic for me and, for the first time in 2011, I left my house and went to Walgreen's to pick up the medicine. The doctor also wanted to see me the following week as a follow-up. I called Walgreen's two hours after the doctor's office called in the script, but it wasn't ready yet. They told me it would be another 20 to 30 minutes. I told them that I would be there.
I got dressed and drove the 12 miles to the Walgreen's. I waited in line for about 5 minutes and got to the window and asked for my script. Guess what? It wasn't ready. I croaked out that I had been told that it would be ready in about 30 minutes and that had been an hour earlier. I asked them to please get it done soon and went to sit down. At first, the lady said it would probably be another hour, and since I couldn't yell because of my throat, I started to cry. I told her that I didn't think I could last an hour and they had already promised it to me earlier, so she should push the pharmacist to get it done quickly. After all, I was running a temperature and was very contagious. So I sat there coughing and coughing and coughing. No one would come near me and I'm sure that a few folks complained to the pharmacy staff about me sitting there. The result was that they had my script ready in 15 minutes and I was finally able to head back home.
The doctor had given me Clindamyacin which I started taking twice a day as soon as I got home. I was still going through a lot of cough medicine and tissue. At one point, I pulled out a roll of toilet paper to use for tissue since I was once again out of the tissue. Anyway, the antibiotic did help a little during that week and on the following Monday, the 11th, I went out of my house for only the second time that month and headed for the doctor's office. My appointment was late in the afternoon and I was late getting there, so they made me wait until everyone else was taken care of before they got around to me. I just sat there in a corner of the office, coughing and blowing. At one point, I was coughing so hard that I couldn't catch my breath, but eventually it eased up, and I was finally taken to an examine room.
They did the usual routine - took my weight, did my blood pressure and asked me if there were any changes in my medication. They also asked what brought me in to see the doctor. I just looked at the nurse and started coughing and blowing my nose and croaked, "I have this really bad cold which I think has gone into bronchitis and my left ear is now blocked and I'm having trouble hearing." She said, "I'm sorry, I can't understand you." I just shook my head and looked at her. She was a pissy little bitch and was set on teaching me a lesson because I had been late. I let it go 'cause I was just too sick to really care. Anyway, she left me alone in the room and said that the doctor would be right in.
Forty-five minutes later, I opened the door and asked one of the nurses if I had been forgotten. She seemed to be surprised to see me, but said that doctor would be with me shortly, and he was there within 5 minutes. I can't prove it, but I think PLB put me in the room and failed to let the doctor know that I was there. If I could prove it, I'd have her fired. Anyway, the doctor came in and checked me out. He said that he didn't think I had a cold, but that is was a severe sinus infection. He changed the antibiotic to one he thought would be better (bactrim ds) and referred me to an ENT for the ear problem. His office couldn't set up an appointment for me with the ENT right then since they had kept me until after 5:30 and the ENT's office was closed. So they called the next day and set me up with an appointment that Friday with the ENT's audiologist.
I went into the ENT's office on Friday, where they tested my hearing and made me repeat words (I still had no real voice) for 30 minutes. The audiologist said that the doctor would have to see me, so she took me to an exam room where I waited for almost an hour (55 minutes) for the doctor to come in. My original appointment started at 8:45 and the doctor finally came in to see me at 10:55. He told me that he was going to put a spray in both nostrils to numb them and then he would be able to use a camera through the nostril to examine my throat. When the numbing agent was put into my nose, I started having a panic attack 'cause it was also numbing my vocal chords and throat. It took me about 5 minutes or so to get myself back under control and the doctor was able to feed the camera up and see my vocal chords. The upshot was that all of the coughing had indeed done some damage. He gave me some aerosol saline to shoot up my nose several times a day and told me to buy a 12-hour Afrin, too. He wanted to see me back in two weeks. It was almost noon when I left his office (three hour appointment).
I headed over to the Walgreens to pick up the second antibiotic and the Afrin, more tissue, cough syrup and cough drops. Then it was back home for more sleep and some food, and, of course, more meds. The following morning, Saturday, I got up for the first time in three weeks without a temperature. Of course, it went up during the day and was back over 100 by the time I went to bed that night, but I felt that I had finally turned the corner. The saline spray seemed to be helping a lot and the Afrin was drying up the sinuses nicely. Once I stopped the sinuses, I didn't cough as much and that led to my throat feeling better. By the time I returned to see the ENT on Feb. 4, I was pretty much over the worst and on my way to finally getting better. That appointment was only the 4th time this year that I had been out of the house.
I am now pretty much back to normal and have made it a priority to get out of the house three or four times a week. I'm working with my high shool reunion committee and that has given me a reason to really get moving again. It is surprising how much muscle tone you can lose when you don't get out of the house and move for a month. Here's hoping that the rest of the year continues in a much better vein than January. I really do have to look into moving somewhere with warmer winters. It's apparent that my body will no longer tolerate those sub-zero temperatures without rebelling. Maybe next year.
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