June 25, 2019

The Magic Of A Hug

Some days you just need a hug. Maybe even more than one hug.  And if you are blessed with someone in your life who can give you a hug on demand, you are blessed beyond words.

I am not blessed with someone who can always give me hugs on demand,  I mean the four-footed one has adventures to go and insects to sample.  She has puddles to splash in and grass to roll on.  In other words, she just isn’t always available to give me a hug.  Then there is that whole idea of wanting to give me a hug.  She doesn’t always want to give me a hug.

Sure there is Beloved, when he isn’t tied up wth work or travel or such.  And again there is that whole wanting to hug etc. But Beloved has a different way to supply me with hug.  You see he thinks warm drinks and soups are the answer thugs when the person isn’t able to give you a physical hug.

So Beloved made soup today.  He made potato soup and vegetable soup.  He made chicken noodle soup and dumplings.  I mean he just went crazy with soup.  And he made tea, bcause naturally tea is a hug as well.  For me, he chilled the tea, but for him he had it hot.  The soup, well most of that will be frozen until I, or he,mis in need of a hug.  Or are too lazy to cook.

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June 24, 2019

A Different Picnic Style

Beloved had decided to take the four-footed one for a walk with a picnic at the end before returning home.  I had planned on staying home and doing a whole pile of nothing.  Well not because I was lazy, although there is nothing wrong with a full day of nothing either, but because lupus was happily active and stealing my energy and health.

The four-footed one went happily enough with Beloved for the walk, but she was dead set against the picnic.  Beloved wasn’t sure if it was because the four-footed one has a love-hate relationship with ants or if it was bcause he failed to back a nice blanket for them.  At any rate she wasn’t having a thing to do with the picnic.  She was so against it that she was not even interested in food.  So they ended up just coming back.

The four-footed one decided that she did want a picnic, just not outside.  Instead she vocally advocated to have the picnic in the house.  On our bed which I happened to be resting on.  The fact I wasn’t interested in crumbs on my bed was irrelevant to her.  She was hungry and had been promised a picnic.  So she pulled out her puppy dog eyes to use on Beloved and I and she leaned against me as if to say “please let me have my picnic”.

Beloved gave in and picnic on the bed commenced.  And after picnic?  She was already on the bed so stretching out for a nap, was as easy as just stretching out.  No need to find a comfortable spot because she already found it.

June 23, 2019

Missed Message

Today was supposed tobe a nice and easy day.  You know the kind.  No real set agenda, and no need to rush anywhere for anyone. Perhaps maybe, with a bit of luck or magic, a wee bit of sleeping in might happen too.

Now the reality is, sleeping on did not happen.  Because the four-footed one is a creature of habit.  So sleeping in did not happen.  The usual walk took place with its complete absence of routine.  This was followed by her routine breakfast after which she threw all caution into the wind and went for a car ride wth us.  Of course the car ride included stops for her to stretch her legs and have a good  sniff or two.

On one of the stops, we picked up some food to bring home with us.  Another stop had us finding delicious fruits to bring home.  But even on an easy day, lupus sometimes fails to get the message.  And so the trip was cut short so I could go home, get out of the sun and the heat, get a book and rest.  Unfortunately we were further out than we had realized or lupus was acting fast bcause I went from feeling unwell to feel truly awful. 

So awful that it was all I could do to hang onto the four-footed as Beloved drive us back.  I knew getting into the house was going to be a challenge because getting out of the car zapped all my energy.  This meant Beloved had to deal with getting me, the dog and the purchased items safely in.  It also meant he had to put stuff away wh I collapsed on the bed for a bit with the four-footed one.

Still feeling awful and horrible swollen with a lot of pain.  But hopefully we managed to stop this before it gets worst.  Because sometimes lupus doesn’t get the message.

June 22, 2019

Pictures Don’t Tell The Truth

The four-footed one loves to have her picture taken.  Just tell her you want to take her picture and she will look up, all sweet and innocent, even if the moment before she was being a little devil.  I’m not really sure if she understands having her picture taken, but she seems to.  And she doesn’t seem to mind either.

I’ve never been a large fan of having my picture taken.  After I started tea tempt for luous it got even worse.  I mean it’s hard to want your picture taken when you feel awful.  It’s hard to be cheerful or smile when all you can think about is the brilliant red rash across your cheeks.  And please don’t ask me to smile of be anywhere near having my picture taken when I have had prednisone.  

Prednisone makes me look and feel unpretty, and hungry.  And it’s impossible to feel beautiful, or even okay looking when you have gained a lot of weight and have a huge, round face.  It’s just so hard sometimes. 

But sometimes you can’t choose the treatment that works with lupus..  Sometimes you have to settle for being so hungry you could and would eat everything in sight.  Sometimes you have to settle for a round face, weight gain and feeling unpretty just to save your organs.

But you can choose to realize that what is staring at you when you look in e mirror is still a beautiful person.  The vision in the mirror is just distorted.  And it’s okay because you have bigger things to focus on, such as your health and how incredible you are.  So let the distorted visit be in the mirror because it will disappear soon enough.  But your amazingness will stay and sometimes pictures don’t show it well enough.

June 21, 2019

A Delightful Surprise 

Have you ever spent time planning what you were going to have when you knew you’d be going to a restaurant?  We had made plans to go to a lace a week ago.  I checked the menus and pictures of the food.  I read reviews and took my time really reading the menu.  I had ideas of what I would eat.  

And when we got to the restaurant, I was feeling confident.  I knew what I was having.  Except the menu they gave us was not at all like the one online.  All my planning was for not.  So I was still left with that feeling of not being sure exactly eat I would have.  No pictures, no reviews.  Just go wth your gut and hope it’s all good.

The food was wonderful and to be honest I’m glad the menu was different.  I know that sounds silly , but by the time I was going to order based on what I made up my mind to have before, I was kind of blasé about it.  This was such a delightful surprise.

Not that I’m always thrilled with these types of surprises.  I mean there are times that I’ve really wanted something and planned for it only to be told it wasn’t available.  It’s a bit crushing to be honest.  I know, we are talking about food, but sometimes you can taste it long before you get it.  And when it’s suddenly not there when you really want, it’s rather hard to accept.

June 20, 2019

The Thief

A few years ago I lost my bed.  Well if you want to get technical I did not lose it so much as it got taken over by a the four-footed one.  Yes you read that right.  A wee dog, the size of a shoe box took over my large bed.  Don’t ask how because I’m still trying to figure that out.  I figure it’s dog magic of some sort!

To be honest I thought that was going to be the only thing she took over, other than my heart that is.  I was wrong friends. Oh so very wrong!  She basically fooled  me into a sense of false trust and what have you.  Something about puppy eyes and bidding her time.

She took over a quilt a few months ago.  Just randomly took it over by sitting on it and then just making it her’s.  So okay I could get on board with the quilt on account of the fact it was on a bed.  So it’s sort of similar to her taking over my bed.  Or maybe I’ve just come to accept that all things bed related may be fair game to her.

But now she’s taken over my chair.  Not just any chair, but the chair I use when I’m reading or working.  She just hopped up into it and curled up into a ball of cute, sleeping puppiness.  And each time she’s left the chair and I’ve managed to use it, she waits for me to leave so she could reclaim her throne.  Pretty sure this is not a game of who owns the throne, but you try telling her that.  Oh and if you could get my throne back for me…

June 19, 2019

Making Friends

The four-footed one is not shy about making friends.  Or rather not shy about running up to see if she can make a new friend.  She is a throw-caution-into-the-wind kind of girl.  Of course she is also a moody being at times so this making of friends is sort of hit and miss right now.

Today she decided to make a new friend, or at least tried to.  Except I got in the way of this budding friendship she was pursuing.  Yes I am mean that way.  Mostly because I didn’t approve of this new friend-to-be.  I didn’t like the look of him.

I know, that sounds shallow and petty, but it is true.  I kind of have a thing with legs you see.  Two legs are good.  Four legs, not a problem.  Beyond that, I get uncomfortable.  This new friend she was seeking had like a hundred legs with little hook like ends on them.  So yeah I didn’t approve.  

The way I see it, anything that is long with a segmented body and a hundred legs is not rally a friend of mine.  Can’t really trust it.  Besides it may be poisonous.  

And knowing the four-footed one, if she didn’t make friends with the many-legged creature, she would try to eat it.  And I suspect that wouldn’t go well.