Working Backwards .. part 2

Where was I .. oh yes last weeks visitor.  It was great to spend the time together, chatting, stitching and dvd watching.

The week before that I had a rotten head cold.  I hate having a cold.  As my Muscular Dystrophy affects so many muscles, I cannot blow my nose successfully  and my lungs and diaphragm are not so strong so coughing is not so good either.  I have always had troubles when I get a cold, my mucus gets thick and super sticky [could rival wallpaper paste] and I frequently end up on strong antibiotics, decongestants and nasal sprays.  Ugg, or as someone might say uggo.  I also become incredibly anti social, I also get irritable – I know hard to conceive init.  I loose my appetite and just seem to get bogged down with it.

I dosed myself up, double dosed sometimes, with remedies and sweeties and room infusers, luckily this time it did not settle anywhere or thicken and after a week it buggered off, but lingered in my ear canals just to let me know it was doing me a great favour and could stick around if it wanted to.  I tried that new menthol lemon beechams hot drink gunk … let me tell you, let me advise you, never ever, no matter how ill or how dulled your senses are breath-in anywhere near the mug!  It is the vilest, most disgusting, utterly indigestible stuff known to man, which makes it highly effective in medical terms, lol.

Which takes us back to the new year, I do not like new year.  I just feel like everyone is waiting around for the clock to strike 12 so we can all go to bed which is really what we wanted to do hours before.  This year I think I may have got to the root of my malaise over this change.  People in general look forward to a new year, they decide to make changes, quit a habit, eat healthier or get fitter, change job or are just looking forward to what is planned, such as a vacation.  But for me, I just wonder what I will loose in the coming year, the ability to stand, to hold my own weight, to maintain bladder control, what changes will my condition enforce upon my existence.

Christmas .. now that is a different kettle of satsumas … I am at my sisters for days, we chat, eat, relax, plan, play games, laugh and just be.  This year was Tyler’s first and he was adorable!  Bless him, he had a chesty cough, we think his teethes are starting.  He squealed at the inflatable christmas decorations [we got them so he could handle them and not the other decs], he grizzled at his Daddy for starting the unwrapping, he bounced and crawled off in his cute Santa suit.  He was head of the table for dinner and merrily munch on his veg and shred ‘granddads’ trifle an ice-cream [poor granddad so used to having it all to himself, lol].  Eventually I was brought home on the Tuesday, it took me  few days to get back into being in an at home mind set.  Must get working on the christmas video and snaps I took – another things, one of dozens, on the to-do list.

 

Damn that boy it just too cute!!!