Post 769: rainy day blahs…

Today is a rainy day. I went for groceries, put away the perishables, and left the rest in their sacks on the floor. No gumption at all today! None. Nada. 

Similarly, the boys wanted to play with cat toys, but gave up after a short time. Today is a day to laze, take a nap, put off till tomorrow anything one can. And we are!

How many things can you see in this photo that I could take care of if I had the gumption? Won't happen today, I guarantee!

How many things can you see in this photo that I could take care of if I had the gumption? Won’t happen today, I guarantee!

The most Andy can manage is to gaze out the dining room window…at nothing, just rain. No idea where Dougy is or what he’s up to.

Blah-blah-blahdy-blah. Such a blah day the kitties say. I agree. I should get on the stick and put away groceries if nothing else. That dining room table is a disaster. I see tops of things could stand a dusting…. But not today!

54 thoughts on “Post 769: rainy day blahs…

      • Hey, when you do not feel well then housework is the last thing you feel like doing. I never use my illness as excuse for anything but this time, I use it to excuse myself from the drudgery of housework. There is so much else I would rather do with my limited energy as I am certain you understand. So, do not be so hard on yourself, we have a very good reason to forgo the passion others have with keeping their homes spotless. I feel satisfied if nothing is growing in the corners or critter crawling across the floor! 🙂

        • I’m pretty much the same way. I’ve had mobility issues that past few days, general muscular weakness in the lower legs, that make walking or standing problematic. In this situation, a little dust and cat hair on the carpet can be endured!

          • The practical aspect of this is I tend to trip over my numb right foot when I’m dealing with this weakness, and taking a fall isn’t high on my list of things I need to do!

          • I agree wholeheartedly! Every time I fall I end up hurting something worse than it was in the first place. My spine is deteriorated due to 40 years of rheumatoid arthritis so I have been experiencing severe weakness in my legs and all other kinds of lovely side effects of having your spinal cord squeezed and pinched. When I came home from the hospital at the beginning of the month, I got out of the car and immediately fell. I do not know what I was thinking because the strength in my legs was depleated. Thankfully, my sister and bro in law were there but I had to get myself up because there was no way they could lift me. I have found that now I have an extra sore knee that gives me more to distract me. I am now using a walker but I am not complaining because I should be bed ridden by now so God is good to me. I still have use of my hands, which I shouldn’t. Only someone with chronic illness understands what a low priority house chores are to folks like us. I am looking into home health aide because I realize I cannot do things I used to do.

          • That’s the hardest thing to deal with, I think: adjusting one’s attitude to accept and to live with the new realities health places on one.

          • Counter intuitive as it sounds, I have a better time adjusting to health degrades due to the length of time I have lived with it. I have found folks who develop these serious ailments later in life often are completely devastated. I have seen it destroy marriages, cost people to take their lives, and thrust others into deep destructive depression. Not that I am not negatively affected but I think I am able to “bounce” back more quickly than I was when I was younger. There will come a time when that no longer happens, when I am unable to do anything that human life demands. Of course, as you know the lower functioning is only one slice of the pie as there is so much more.

          • My health was excellent up till I was 55. Then it took a serious nosedive! I think you are correct in how people perceive these circumstances. I know some people feel sorry for me, but I remind them I don’t feel sorry for me, that I basically do what I want, just more slowly!

          • Good outlook. Having pity parties are necessary at times but one must never dwell there. People say the most insensitive and inappropriate things when they discover you are seriously ill. It isn’t as if you broadcaste it everywhere because people will not understand, will not react well, and then offer unsolicited advice. I once had a woman to try over the counter pain cream for my RA as it works so well for her. Or other “concerned” folks, who ask stupid questions that focus on their own concerns rather than your welfare. Such as your cats being “stuck” with you in the event of your demise. Its difficult to cope with all the surprises that come along with what most interpret as their bodies betraying them. I hope you continue on an upswing.

          • The nature of WG/PGA is you don’t necessarily “look sick”. If I didn’t use a cane, I wonder if my issues would even register with others. I doesn’t make any difference, really, if people even know I have the disease unless they have expectations of me I can’t meet for physical limitations the disease places on me. Everyone with it has different levels of impairment and issues. I seem to be lucky in that I don’t have an active case of it. Others I knew with it died. (I win on that level!)

          • Doug,

            You have my fervent prayers that your disease stays on the “calm” side even as bad as that is because the alternative is much worse. At least, for the rest of us if we should have to say a premature good-bye. Until obtaining this walker, no one ever could tell I was sickly either. Except for the ulcerations from the vasculitis. I hope you having a great day, my friend.

          • Thanks! That’s all I can hope for. I’ve been in remission since May of 2005, so am celebrating a 10th anniversary this month. Some weggies go for decades without having flares; others never go into remission. It is a pernicious disease.

          • I understand the precarious nature of chronic illnesses. Congratulations on your remission and I pray it stays that way. When I was diagnosed in ’75 the docs told my parents that most kids “grow out of it” by the time they become teenagers. Still, the docs recommended my parents relocate to warmth of the southwest and put restrictions on my physical exertion such as ‘no steps’. The docs knew very little about juvenile rheumatoid arthritis and the lay population knew even less firmly believing it was an ‘old persons disease’. Of course, it never went into remission, my parents could never have relocated and we lived in a 3 story brick home. Our bedroom was in the attic so steps were the norm but I am grateful for that, for I was not raised as a disabled kid. My mom’s own chronic illness left her little choice and my dad was a steelworker so there was no babying in my family. Only during flares or when I developed pneumonia was there any difference noticed between my sisters and me. I would not be as strong as I am without the way in which I was raised so I cannot complain.
            Doctors, although they may think they are God and know best, are not and do not. All of our technology and the medical field seems to be lagging in its advancement. I know that sounds ludicrous given all of the innovations within the last 100 years, but there is so much they do not know. I guess it is the the patient’s fault for developing such complicated and in your case, very rare diseases. Be well and stay in remission! Do something celebratory for your 10 year anniversary! You deserve it and it isn’t as if you have been left unscathed just because it is in remission so celebrate loud and proud with as much energy as you can muster then be sure to supply yourself with TLC and lots of cuddling with your furry boys!

          • Being alive is my celebration! At one point, WG was pretty much a death sentence because they had no clue as to cause (still don’t) or treatment (which they are doing wonderful things with now). Untreated, something like 60% of people were dead in two months in the bad old days. My own doctor, a pulmonologist, told me what I had and noted “…and you will be dead within two years.” On the third anniversary of coming down with it, I reminded him of what he said. 🙂 Though it now is called GPA instyead of Wegener’s granulomatosis, I continue to refer to it by the old name. Dr. Wegener has been discredited because of his Nazi past. Somehow a potential fatal, always nasty disease should be named after a scoundrel, a nasty Nazi!

          • How very appropriate to have a vicious disease named after a Nazi. Vasculitis, too, used to be an automatic death sentence but they are making some progress in this area as well. Lets hope and pray they continue to make progress!

          • Yes, many, many discoveries were made through dubious manners by doctors in the concentration camps. Dr. Mengle was one such doctor. He was a true monster experimenting on twin children. While I agree the discoveries made by these doctors should not be wasted as they cost many innocent lives, I do not think the doctors themselves should receive any kudos for the discovery. I know nothing about the doctor who identified your ailment but my skin always tends to crawl when doctor and Nazi are used in the same sentence.

  1. Oh man same here-busy for a while and then nap day. Have a good rest of the week. Ali is pouting as she got to go see the vet this afternoon for a check up and she is doing great.

    • I’m pleased Ali is still doing well! I think about how sick she was not that long ago, and think you lucked out finding such a caring, competent veterinarian for your kitty!

  2. Was lucky, no rain here, just a bomb. They found a 250 kg bomb (undetonated from WW II) at a building site in the quarter of town I live in. I was REALLY lucky, as I did not get evacuated (Just the first house out of evacuation zone).

    • I remember people having to defuse found WWI and WWII shells found various ways in France, Belgium, and Germany while I was stationed over there, and it is shocking that there still are these nasty things still around to threaten the safety of people. Lucky you not to be in the evacuation zone!

        • That would be a problem for me, too. I live close enough to a railroad that I can imagine having to evacuate because of a derailment of hazardous materials….

          • It is not so much getting them into the carrier – but unlike a dog the cat cannot be led out to do “its business” – and you cannot take a cat toilet around together with two cat carriers and something for yourself – and even if I could – how was I to make sure, my cats would not escape while being offered a cat toilet?

          • Travelling with cats is problematic, for sure. I guess the smart person leash-trains kitties when they are little so you can take them out for a toilet break…!

          • When I got my FunTom he was 10 months – and he is very shy. Not the right for leash-training, I’d say .. and my Kessy was one and a half, when I got her – not directly a kitty – and she avoided me for 7 more months … I always take the shy ones, it seems.

    • I did put groceries away, mostly because that was how I found the bagels I intended to have for breakfast and some cream cheese I remembered not putting in the refrigerator up to that point…! (The bagel and cream cheese were great with peach preserves and a cup of strong black coffee!)

    • No, though both my cats are very interested in what I do in the shower, even to the point of getting a drop or two of water on them before they decide they’ve seen enough!

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