I Got Nothing ...
Sometimes I can't believe how time flies. And sometimes it seems to creep by.
My ankle is doing much better. I'm still wearing the compression wrap and can do without the air cast. I hobble a bit and it gets stiff and sore, particularly when it rains or when its cold. But overall, it's doing ok. It was a pretty bad sprain and since I'm such a veteran at this, I'm well aware that it will take a while to heal. For now, it's just a matter of doing the exercises and pumping the Ibuprofen on bad days.
A few months ago, I posted an entry about the problems I've been having with my eyes. Well, I'm glad to say they're pretty much back to normal. After two visits to the eye doctor and a good month straight in my glasses, I actually worked my way back into the Focus Dailies and they helped immensely. The doctor told me I had an immense amount of neovascularization, which I knew and is caused by lack of oxygen to the eyes, and I also had epithelial keratitis, which was caused by me wearing the same lenses every day. I switched myself back over to the Dailies and haven't had any major problems since. I was also taking some pills called BioTears which are a natural supplement for tears and eye film and they helped me immensely with the dryness of my eyes. So now I am a happy girl because I'm back in my lenses and don't feel like I'm walking around with windshields on my face.
In the same week that I started getting around on my sprained ankle without the crutches, I contracted a pretty bad cold and am still fighting it off. The weekend before last, I slept all day. I was pretty miserable and let Steve dope me up with NyQuil on the Saturday morning that they went fishing. I ended up sleeping until 2pm but rest always helps cure a cold. But it took it's natural progression from my face and my sinuses into my chest and I alternated between NyQuil, DayQuil, cough syrup and Tylenol. I was a very unhappy and miserable person.
The entire time I was laid up and unable to walk and then was laid up with the cold, my absolutely amazing boyfriend did everything he could to take care of me. From delivering what I asked for when I couldn't even hobble to the kitchen to buying me orange juice and cough syrup and bringing the pills to me in bed and just letting me sleep and be miserable. He didn't even freak out about getting sick and crawled into bed with me every night admist my coughing and hacking.
The worst part was that Steve's little brother was in visiting all last week and between my ankle and the cold, I wasn't really up to par. But we did get to spend a lot of time with him and show him all sorts of new sights around the Charleston area. And him and Steve got to spend a lot of mono y mono time together while I wallowed around trying to make myself better. I just wish I could've been a little more up to things.
So the holidays are coming and I'm really excited. I've already bought Christmas cards! Yes, I'm preparing early. Not that I planned to but I was in CVS and they were on sale and pretty so I figured I'd pick them up now instead of rushing around come December. But it'll be our first Christmas together and here in Charleston, so I'm definitely looking forward to it. Come Thanksgiving - Christmas music, 24/7! And we'll put tree up and go to the Festival of Lights (because it a family tradition). So so excited!
Before that, I'm going to be killing myself. I signed up to participate in Nanowrimo and I've been writing more than ever lately. I'm a bit behind so I need to get cracking because I've got 30 days to write 50,000 words.
That's about it for now. Just wanted to do a simple update. I'm going to try write here more (because I should've been smart like other people and signed up for NaBloPoMo like other) but I'm not sure how much will happen because of NaNoWriMo.
We shall see!
You are falling apart.
Keep it together.
I have a memory of my aunt and BioTears which kind of made me sad and kind of made me smile. That's the best kind of memory. Thanks.
I'm trying, I'm trying!
Should I be worried? .. Memories that make people sad with medicine sometimes aren't memories I want to hear.