Meet Mr. Frothy pipe. He and I have become very close the last couple of days, maybe even dare we say intimate? As I have spent many hours puffing away lately. Thursday I felt great in the morning but by late afternoon out came the pipe. I will say that for the most part I completely ignore my asthma and it doesn't concern me. However, Thursday was a reality check for me. I realized this could be debilitating if I let it and I need to take better care of myself. Definitely more sleep. As I was on my third treatment in less than hour and half, I couldn't help but think about the things I detest. I detest the inhalers every day, the special tests, how long the treatments last, but mostly being held back. I love to hike, but will I be able to make it without huffing and puffing up the hill? I also detest the parents who take their sick kids everywhere, especially with the attitude "everyone is going to get it anyway"! They are why I feel the need to quarantine myself to the house for fours months out of the year. Ashley brings home enough crap from school, but when I see someone once a week at church and then I get their cold... frustrating! For me an average cold is not average. A cold lasts two weeks at the very least and maybe six weeks. Don't forget my other close friend I detest, mr. prednisone. Although, I have appreciated him the last couple of days. Without him I would probably be in the hospital now. I detest mr. prednisone, his taste, his side effects, but he sure helps. I hate watching the house work grow as I try to lay still and not have a coughing fit. I have pumped more drugs into my system in the last two days then I have in six months. I admit that I am in uncharted waters this time. I have let a sinus infection go way too long, another thing I detest the chronic sinus infections. Now I am sitting three days into a cold and drug wise I am a week into it. I have never deteriorated so rapidly and the look on Kyle's face said it all. Reality says I now need to catch up on house work ever so slowly, and bring my lungs back to a functioning level. I am learning and definitely taking it slower than normal, but the world and kids don't stop.
I finally pulled Ashley's tooth yesterday. I have been watching them move together and then overlap. Enough was enough and I yanked it. It was the easiest one by far. The other one will be coming out Monday. I always give her time to wiggle it herself. I know this will do no good since she has my teeth. All of mine were yanked and all still attached to the root at the time. But her front teeth are coming in and we don't want her to have two sets at a time like her bottom teeth. Which did move into place thankfully. We had a lovely visit from the tooth fairy last night, and no long lasting emotional trauma, yet
What would you do with 100 pounds of potatoes? Every year Donna is so nice to bring us potatoes, but this year she showed up with a hundred pound bag. We gave a couple of bags away to people we knew could use them. The rest of them I baked, cut up, and froze. I have done this before and they are great in stews and breakfast. This is just some of the ones I cooked. We filled up a shelf out in the freezer. I love the convenience though. They are already cooked (mostly) and I just warm them up with some seasoning or sauce and good to go. By the way, these are the giant yukon golds. So, what would you do with 100 pounds of potatoes? I could use more ideas.
This is my hula girl Kyle bought me for my dash. Isn't she awesome? She is the tackiest thing ever! I will be putting her up in my new car - when I get it. I just had to laugh when I saw her, she is so tacky! I love it!
