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Random Five Friday

It’s Friday! It’s random! Let’s go ….!

1.  Our trees are have peaked and with the rain this week many have let go.  There are still beautiful scenes to behold and yesterday I noticed another favorite of fall – that rich  autumn smell. The fresh smell of wet leaves and plants letting go of their summer glory.  The fragrance that reminds us all what Mother Earth smells like and all that she gives us.

Many scenes like this one right now google.images.com

Many scenes like this one right now google.images.com

2.  I’ve taken the past 3 days off.  Why?  Because after leading an 8 1/2 month project while also covering another’s duties for 7 of those same months, I hit the wall. Everyone around me asked the same questions: what are you taking time off for? Where are you going? Are you going away? What are you going to do with all that time???? And my answer was the same: nothing. I’m not committing to anything. I’m going to rest, read, rest and read, in that order.  And I have.  I don’t feel the urge to “fill up” every spare minute with more to do.   You?

3.  Heard this morning of that a friend’s Dad passed away last night.  That’s the stage of life we’re in now-a-days.  Most of us have (mostly) grown children + aging parents and there’s a whole lot of both. Tomorrow I’ll make up some soup & other foods and have Hubbs drop it off to the family.   Good thing I am rested and had that time off ~ see how that works?

4. Tomorrow marks 4 years of blogging. 4 years!  In my very first post “Who’s the turkey” I wrote about things that I still write today – Mom, cooking, traditions, personal, relationships, joys, life lessons, and faith.   Some topics can stand the test of time.

5. And this last photo is for my blogging buddy Dianna who writes at “These Days of Mine.”   She has a pair of wild swans who visit their yard in S.E. Virginia and when I saw this picture I had to snag it for her.  Taken in my home province of Saskatchewan, Canada earlier this fall, I call this one “Seven Swans a  Swimming.”   Millions of birds are very happy to summer “up north” where the world’s wheat basket is located.   And yes, there are only 68 days till Christmas!

photo credit: Owen Lasseur

photo credit: Owen Lasseur

How’s your week been?  Do you ever take time off just to “be?”  Are you seeing migratory birds in your neck of the woods?

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Laughter & tears

I came across that first photo tonight and laughed so hard it hurt. I know I’m overtired and stressed, and that I’m probably punchy to boot.  But then the cat photo surfaced and all you-know-what broke loose; you see, I’ve made the acquaintance of quite a few gnarly-toothed barn cats who looked like him and sounded far worse. So when the bum-in-the air elephant appeared next …  well that was it for me. I laughed and I laughed and I laughed again.  And it was good.

“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning do to do afterward.” – Kurt Vonnegut

Got a funny story or joke to share?  Please do (and please keep it P.G., thank you!)

*all Google images

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This post brought to you by Prednisone

This post serves a warning to you, my regular readers – all those kind and thoughtful peeps who pop in regularly just to say hello. It’s also for any who might happen by for a visit.

Why’s that, you say?

Well .. I’ve been to the doctor, again. This was my 4th visit in … 4 weeks.  Diagnosed with Bronchitis just before Christmas,  I was given a 5 day antibiotic + 8 days of Prednisone (preds).  Prednisone is a synthetic corticosteroid used as an immune-suppressant. Translation – it’s a man-made chemical that gives your immune system a stern talking to.  The dose starts out with 8 tablets per day, 7 the next and so on.  In my case, it was given to combat the inflammation in the bronchial airway (lungs); I needed its help to settle things down and let me breathe again.

"Hello, Immune System? Mrs. Prednisone calling. I have 3 words for you: Knock it off!" Photo guardian.co.uk

That was week one.

Week two found me back for a long-acting bronochiodilator  (translation – jaws of life for the lungs).   I was also given a short-term inhaler for those moments when my chest felt tight. Which was daily.    Things started looking up and I even blogged about the Adventures of Wonder Boy and Phlegm girl.

I went back to work in week three but found myself in trouble a few days in; Wheezing, short of breath, and exhausted.  The doctors prescribed another 8 days of preds.

I am in week 4 and thought I was all set. Except I’m not.  I’m still raspy, hoarse and wheezy.  I’m short of breath and honestly, I’m beat.  (Don’t ever Google those symptoms, you’ll panic; I did).  I was scheduled for a regular blood draw this morning anyways at my new favorite hangout (kidding) when Doc popped his head in to check on me (love that).  After a few tests and checks, I’m now on a 3 week dose of a higher amounts of preds that will taper off week by week.

Turns out that what I’d been given were effective but just not quite enough.  It makes sense now. I’d start the high dose on a Thursday, feel pretty good over the weekend, and by Tuesday (day 5)  I was hoarse, gasping and dragging again.

Why the warning?

High doses of Prednisone can mess with the body’s ability to make cortisol at the right times (think cortisone = think adrenal fatigue, which I’ve battled and beat before).  Cortisol levels being out of whack affect sleep quality, concentration and can increases the likelihood of gaining weight around the middle.  Fantastic!  Other possible joys in my immediate future? Facial swelling, anxiety, depression, mouth sores, general snarkiness and unexplained body pain. Super-de-duper!

.. definitely out of whack; google.images.com

So, if you’re looking for me, please know I might have to hide under the blankies from now till … I don’t know, March?  I’ll expect to breathe better soon but might only be allowed out to play with proper supervision.

I just want my Mom to get better ...

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