Fun art by toothpaste for dinner
I completely missed that yesterday was April Fool's Day. As I flipped through channels, I thought something was weird; props falling over on the Price is Right, stuff blowing up on the Ellen set. Still, I never put it together; today is joke day--the day people are fooling each other.
That's one of the strange parts of being sick; subtleties are lost on me. Time is no longer measured by minutes or months. Everything lives in milestones; when pills run out, insurance claims are due, test results come in, or when we need more spinach.
Days now divide into systematic sections: the morning routine--which consists of swishing, eating breakfast, taking pills and potions, and sorting mail; the afternoon routine--which consists of dry brushing, sauna and/or bath, lunch, taking pills and potions, and researching; the evening run--which consists of dinner, more elixirs, reading, and tv; and the late evening run--which I spend with Angel, sometimes watching a show, reading, sipping hot milk, and always taking more pills.
In between (depending on how I feel), I blog, nap (or struggle to nap), deal with medical issues, go outside, read, and visit on line support groups (are you bored yet??).
Except for the sauna, I rarely go out alone these days--something I miss now that I think about it. I also watch WAY too much tv: The Talk, The Nate Show, Survivor, American Idol, Celebrity Apprentice, Top Chef (I almost tweeted Holly Robinson Peete yesterday to ask if she knows about the link between Lyme and Autism. If you see her, can you please pass that along?).
Meanwhile, life just keeps rolling: hubby plays flag football, Meeno (our cat) loves her new spot on my knee, and my dog REALLY enjoys healthy, gluten-free cooking (pumpkin cookies and artichokes... who knew???).
Just two more episodes of Celebrity Apprentice before my next doctor's appointment (and hopefully a diagnosis). In real time, that's 9 days or 216 hours. But hey.... who's counting???
Happy April 2nd.
Altered Today: Celebrating foolishness, getting out of the barrel (and hopefully bed).