Saturday, January 13, 2018

accepting reality...

So the FLU has arrived at ELC’s country casa. My Sweet Hubby (aka MSH aka Pa-Pa) began to feel bad Wednesday afternoon. I got home from TLC’s around 5:30. He was in bed. Thought it might be a sinus infection or upper respiratory issue.

Thursday morning? I knew it was the flu. He didn’t want to accept the truth. I had to force him to go back to bed. He promised me he wasn’t feeling as bad as he’d ever felt. I haven’t had flu in years. Maybe 30? Or 35! But I vividly remember the two times in my 63 years that I had it. I knew. Immediately. Both times I had no doubts: I’d never been so sick. And both times I begged God to just go ahead and let me pass on. I meant it. I was ready to be out of the pain.

I have, though, nursed MSH and TLC through many cases of flu. Never have I contracted it. It is quite amazing to me. To all of us. I’m praying my record continues through this current ordeal.

I thought I should call our doctor and get Tamiflu yesterday. MSH begged me not to do it. I realized he was afraid they’d tell me he had to come in and he could not tolerate the idea of sitting in the doctor’s office for maybe two hours. (If he was lucky. Could be three.) A trip to town? With a wait for our doctor? Then another wait on a prescription to be filled? Could end up being four hours. I understood. The whole suggestion was overwhelming.

During the day he actually seemed to be rallying. I decided that the (virtually useless) flu vaccine he’d had in October might keep him from having a truly awful case this time. But early Friday morning—when I went to check on him (I’d been sleeping in TLC’s old room—as I wasn’t interested in taking a chance his germs would attack me when he coughed and whilst I slept inches away from him)—I could immediately see he was in distress. He confessed he'd had high fever all night. When I took his temp? 103.

I called our doctor’s office at 8:30. The receptionist said she’d ask our doctor about a Tamiflu script. I also said I’d like to know what I should look for as we went through the weekend—in terms of deciding if and/or when to take him to our ER. If he didn’t improve.

By 11:00, his fever had gone down to 100.6 and I was headed to town to pick up his script and one for me! I had no idea I could take Tamiflu as a “preventative” measure against the flu. My doctor offered it to me. I happily accepted! Who knew that little detail?

I also had to pick up a $45 “ear” thermometer after MSH complained about my “old school” thermometer dating back, more than likely, to the 90s. When I got home with our prescriptions and the new thermometer? It showed his temp to be exactly what my old one had been measuring. 100.6. Sheesh. Mine doesn’t require batteries.

In the past 75ish hours, I’ve made several cups of hot tea for him—with lemon and honey. Taken many bottles of water to his nightstand. Gatorade. Have fixed him soup and bowls of fruit. Toast. Taken care of Buddy Bear the Dog and Hunter the Cat. He’s been genuinely grateful and has told me many times what a fantastic “nurse” I am! I could actually never repay him for all of the “nursing” he’s done for me—and TLC—over the years. It’s not even possible.

Tonight he’s in still in pretty pitiful shape. Y’all know we always feel worse as the sun goes down. Dangitall. Why is that part of so many illnesses? Why is that necessary?

TLC and I will be praying non-stop that tomorrow he improves significantly. It’s sad to see our strong MSH/Pa-Pa be sick. Extremely sorrowful.

PLEASE DON’T GET THE FLU, Sillies Everywhere! Stay healthy. Rest. Drink lots of water. Eat right. Take your vitamins. Stay far away from people who are coughing and telling you they have a fever. Trust me. You’ll be glad you did. Here's a thought: STAY HOME. Sick people. Non-sick people. Stay home.

Bye for now…


Wednesday, January 10, 2018

catching up...

Happy New-ish Year!

We have had a whirlwind holiday. I need a nap.

The week before Christmas, we learned our Sweet Baby Elle was fairly far-sighted and needed glasses. This came as quite a surprise, as neither I, nor my Hubby or Little Leighton, wear glasses. We picked out the cutest, little, pale pink pair, and she has ROCKED them. It was pretty hard to tell her "no" before her specs. Now? It's virtually impossible. I had worried she wouldn't "warm up" to them--in fact, the ophthalmologist had told me if she wore them for 10 minutes the first day, to consider that a success. Yikes. But, y'all, she hasn't missed a beat. It's amazing. I think she is genuinely excited and grateful to SEE and that brings me immense joy (and also makes me a bit sad that we don't know how long she hasn't been able to see well). For Christmas, our darling cousins gifted her a Cabbage Patch Doll wearing glasses! TWINS. I cried. Truly the most wonderful and special gift.

Both girls had a magical Christmas! Here we are, cozy on Christmas morning, as we unwrapped our gifts:

The lightsaber LL is holding was a HUGE hit. Girlfriend loves Star Wars, despite having never actually seen it.

Speaking of LL, she LOVED every second of Christmas. She brought extra "fancy" into our home this year. I couldn't adore it, or cherish her, more.

After Christmas, we took LL to the Gaylord in Grapevine to ice skate for the first time. I was BEYOND impressed. She was brave and had a BLAST. I hope this becomes a new family tradition. Sweet Baby Elle truly wanted a turn on the ice. Maybe next year!

Cheers to 2018, y'all! May this year bring lots of grace, fun, adventure, happiness and good health! (I'm so skeered of the flu, guys! EEK. I'm loading us up on probiotics, Vitamin D and praying hedges of protection around every inch of my girls. Every. Inch. Wash your hands! TTFN.)

Saturday, January 6, 2018


So I told TLC I’d post Thursday evening. Then I said I’d post Friday. Now it’s Saturday morning. Close to noon. Not starting off our 2018 blog with flying colors, am I? Sheesh.


Here IS what I’ve already done right since January 1st:


1.     I learned how to use the “Power” button on our microwave! Y’all. This is BIG. H.U.G.E. We’ve had this dadgum microwave for 17 years. SEVENTEEN. And I could never, ever figure it out. (Yes. I was acting like a man—no offense to men—refusing to find and read the instructions .And, no. I never asked My Sweet Hubby—aka MSH. I don’t know why. No reason.) But I’ve been buying a Jimmy Dean breakfast muffin for 3-4 months that needs to be put in the micro for 90 seconds on 30 Power. I tried just taking one out of the freezer and adjusting the “regular” power and time—it simply did not work. I was persistent on January 2nd and VOILA: GOT. IT. DONE. Now I feel so…well… POWERFUL. Ha.

2.     I’ve begun 2018 forty-four point four (44.4) pounds lighter than this time last year! And I’ve already committed myself to staying on this FABULOUS Weight Watchers’ program hopefully for the rest of my life! This coming Thursday I’ll weigh at the Stephenville meeting for my official title of “Lifetime Member!” I’ll then get the program and MARVELOUS App FREE. I love anything FREE. Saving myself $45 per month. (Which I will soon transfer over to help pay the increase in my health insurance that has gone from $600 per month 4 years ago to $900 per month this year. Not to mention my $7250 deductible. Haven’t met a deductible in said four years. Haven’t even been close. There’s a good thing about that, though, right? It means I haven’t had to go to the ER or had a serious illness. I’m grateful for that. $18,000 grateful? Since that’s what I’d have to pay before this lovely insurance would cover a cent of anything medical in my life. I guess my answer is YES. I’m $18,000 grateful.)

3.     MSH and I have now kept Baby Elle (aka Belle) totally by herself at our country casa! For the very first time. Which has been a bit odd. Considering we always kept Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) by herself very frequently almost from the time she was around seven months old. It’s been different—with two TLC daughters. (Probably the biggest thing that has kept us from keeping Belle only is the fact that Princess LL has NOT WANTED HER TO COME by herself to our house. Winky. Wink.) With LL’s school schedule, birthdays, family events, holidays, other conflicts, etc., this past week was the first time we could get it all worked out. By the way: Biscuit was given three different opportunities to make the decision to come by herself FIRST this new year. Each time she opted for “Mama Time.” So there you go.  Biscuit then had a slight meltdown Tuesday morning when she realized that was the day we were meeting at a Hobby Lobby parking lot in Weatherford to make the “exchange,” taking Belle home with us ala carte. Teeheehee. (TLC and LL had 48 hours of quiet, peaceful, lovely “Mama and Biscuit Time!”) Everything here went GREAT. Well, Belle slept marvelously—naps and nighttime. She didn’t want to eat everything we fixed—but she ate enough. She certainly didn’t starve. And we couldn’t play outside because of the frigid cold weather we’re experiencing in North Central Texas. Other than those two small issues? MSH and I had a BLAST with Belle and can’t wait to get her again! (LL is next, naturally. If she can work us into her busy life, that is!)

Hope each of Y’all has begun a year of fun and/or important/helpful accomplishments! It feels good to moi to have conquered a few small to big goals.

Have a Sweet Saturday—wherever in this World Y’all are!



Monday, January 1, 2018

a soft heart...

In honor of this New Year’s Day, 2018, I share a prayer I think is important. For our futures…

From Prayers with Purpose for Women, by Jackie M. Johnson:

Living in the Present

Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care. Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts.
PSALM 95:6-8

Lord, I have been camping in the past too long. Pull up my tent stakes and help me to move on. There is so much to live for today! The past is over and the future awaits. Today I choose to worship You, my Lord and Maker. When I hear Your voice, may my heart be soft—not hardened or jaded by the past. Today is a gift; I celebrate the present with You, Lord.
In Jesus’ Name, I pray. Amen.

TLC and My Sweet Hubby (aka MSH) would be tickled at me choosing this prayer. Because I am so far from being a “camper” it is not even funny! MSH? Loves camping! Even though he hasn’t been in quite a while. TLC? Ummm…pretty much like her Mom, me suspects—not too interested. Although I do believe she—and I, for that matter—would do anything Little Leighton (aka LL) and Baby Elle (aka Belle) wanted to do as they grow and experience new adventures! Somehow I’m feeling LL is going to want to at least try it someday! I’ll do my best to be up for it. Sigh.

TLC and MSH would also tell you I do have some difficulty with letting go of the past. I’d defend myself by saying that the reason I can’t let go—too often—is because the “past” seems to (sadly) STAY my present. And then seems to become my future.

I’ll continue to do my utmost best to work on this personal issue. I swear. I’m determined to try even harder this year—2018—to learn how to let go of those things that literally crush my soul. Make me stressed. Make me frustrated. (In the interest of time, I won’t specify what those things—or people?—might be. You’re welcome. Winky. Wink.)

Sending each of Y’all my sincere hopes that This New Year is wonderful for you and your families! That you find strength, courage, laughter, success, happiness and love around every corner you turn. And that, on December 31, 2018, you can honestly say:

I did my BEST to live each day with "a soft heart.”