Self-imposed recupe stretch

Mostly arbitrarily, but also due to some comments by the doctors and my own instinct, I set Feb. 1st as the day I'll return to full activity (which isn't all that much, so don't be impressed). I've been gradually picking up the amount of little chores I'm doing around the house, and it *does* so help with better sleeping!

The house is littered with To Do lists and Plans. When I have too much idle time, I get into trouble like that. Most of them will get tossed. And I just deleted all those recurring chores reminders from my calendar on my PDA (yes, I still use a Palm Tungsten T3), to simplify the look of my monthly calendar (see? too much idle time!) I *think* the urge to create a big, elaborate garden has passed. I need to decide if two tomato plants is pushing my luck, in much the same way I have to evaluate every thought of a glass of wine as to its threat to my sobriety (28 years now, thank you).

I had already decided before Christmas that what I need most nowadays is to get off my butt and keep working/playing at things as much as possible every day. So Feb. 1st, that's the drill. I have SO many things I want to do and there's no reason I can't do them all. (I'm hoping this also translates into more, and more interesting, blog posts. Even if I am the only one who reads them.)

And so this isn't totally boring, here's a picture of a cat.

Adams. Isn't it difficult not to attribute to cats a sense of humor, sometimes?

ETA (8:15 pm) I sat at the sewing machine for like, 6 hours today. My back hurts now. But I've made great progress on certain Sekrit Projecks! They're gifts so I can't show them off until the recipients actually, you know, receive them, and then OK my showing them off. 

It is necessary for me to go to a fabric/crafts store tomorrow. Fear is flowing through my bank accounts in waves...

Stamping and snorting in the starting gate

Yesterday I finished the last of the antibiotics. I'm hoping that means the painful heartburn will soon be totally in the past. It's not manifested today. Yet.

But I feel great! It is SO NICE not feeling cruddy, or in pain, or feverish. All this enforced inactivity has my bod wanting to boogy, though, and my mind obsessively creating To Do lists. I know my stamina isn't even at the relatively low level it was before I got sick, though, so I'm sharply limiting what I put on my daily list.

Last year, or maybe the year before that, I set up weekly chore reminders on my PDA. Rather like the old tea-towel embroidery mantras: Monday is Laundry Day, Tuesday is Ironing Day, etc. etc (except I rarely iron anything unless it's something I'm sewing nowadays) - one chore per day (Sundays off).

Which, honestly, I largely ignored. I did stuff when I felt like it.

While I've been sick I just deleted those day by day. I think I'm ready to pick up that schedule again, and ease back into a "normal" routine.

But it is so good to feel so good!

AND the past few nights, the moon has been shining directly in on me around 3, 4 a.m. (I generally am up for about two minutes in that time span. I leave the reason to your common sense.) I like the moon, and moonlight.

And I'm getting hungry for some socializing too. There may be two events in February when I get to hang out with some of my favorite people - I hope they pan out!

Good news

It wasn't MRSA. I'm on the mend now, after a scary event that found me in the ER and then in isolation for 24 hours. But they've chased all the bugs away (one more day of antibiotics) and I've been home for 9 days and feeling better every day. It's knocked my stamina for a loop, though. I'm getting very impatient, wanting to tidy and clean, but about 15 minutes of that and I'm all worn out, so I will remain inert.

I figure, I'll be up & slugging in February.

Brought more home from CA than I'd meant to

I've contracted what my doctor thinks is MRSA. So far while the few boils I've got haven't been really ghastly, they've been incredibly painful - I'd never experienced those before, and I don't want to. I was damn-near crippled yesterday. But, the antibiotic seems to be working, and I'm following his instructions - and I don't have anyone else here to pass the crap back & forth with, so maybe I'll weather this, get rid of it, and it will be just an unpleasant memory.

After I try to sanitize every square inch of the frakking house. God, I hate germs. And not in an OCD way. In the way you hate them when they've robbed you of years of living with the love of your life.