Hopefully, this week will be a little less eventful than last week. I began last week by having to be at the doctor’s office at the crack of dawn, to have blood drawn. That’s never a great way to begin a new week, and the rest of the week seemed to go downhill from there…
On Monday night, our youngest grandson, Evan, came down with the stomach virus. Ed and I were supposed to go over, on Tuesday evening, and take Evan and his daddy some supper, because Jennifer was working late. Needless to say, we changed our plans.
Next, we found out that our daughter-in-law, (and neighbor) Christina, had come down with the virus, as well. A couple of days later, Evan’s daddy and Christina’s husband came down with the virus, too. With all of the virus germs spreading around, we decided to postpone Ed’s birthday party for a while.
On Thursday, I had an appointment with a dermatologist, whom I’d been referred to by my primary care physician, concerning a scaly patch on the bridge of my nose. My doctor told me the dermatologist would probably freeze my nose or give me some kind of cream for it. My appointment was at 9:30 in the morning, and we live over forty-five minutes away. What was I thinking to have accepted such an early appointment? For sure, it wasn’t about having to get up at the crack of dawn again!
The dermatologist took one look at the scaly patch on the bridge of my nose, and told me it was pre-cancerous, and would need to be frozen. She also noticed a tiny growth in the crevice of my nose, about the size of a pimple, and asked me how long it had been there. I told her I didn’t know. She told me she would need to do a biopsy of that, as well as a small spot just below the base of my neck that I’d shown her. This visit was turning into a bit more of an ordeal than I had planned.
Can I tell you how bad it feels to get a shot in the crevice of your nose?! Can I also tell you how badly it feels to have someone freeze your nose with spray? The shot at the base of my neck hurt, too, but was a piece of cake compared to the face! When I left the office, my nose felt like it was on fire, literally! (Ed explained that freezing is a burning process, it just uses cold instead of heat.) The day after the process, my face looked like I’d been punched in the nose! Four days later, it still looks that way. My eyes are swollen, and my nose keeps oozing this gross, clear stuff out from under the huge scab that’s forming… Now I know why the doctor asked if I had any important plans immediately coming up before she froze my nose! Now, I have to wait for the results of those biopsies. I’d appreciate prayers that my biopsy reports come back good.
Ed’s 66th birthday quietly came and went…on Friday the 13th! The only bad luck we had was having to postpone his party with family because of the stomach virus. I cancelled the order for a large birthday cake, and opted to make him a small German Chocolate cake, instead. I bought some six-inch cake pans to make a cake that was just big enough to make about eight slices, because German Chocolate cake isn’t listed on a “heart healthy” diet, but– a man should celebrate his birthday with his favorite cake!
If all goes well, our family will be celebrating Ed’s birthday, together, a week later than we originally planned. It’ll be a good excuse to eat cake again 🙂
Ed’s been a little more tired than usual, lately. I’m hoping it’s just his body getting used to all of his new medications. Those blood pressure pills really seem to zap his energy because he feels fine until he takes those. Some mornings he takes a mid-morning nap, and that’s fine with me. Lord knows, I’ve had plenty of those kind of days, too. I hope his tiredness will eventually pass, and his energy will return.
Our weather was cold on Friday and Saturday nights, and I liked it! In fact, we actually had our first frost on Saturday night. The cold weather is supposed to be short-lived, however, with temperatures back up near 80 by mid-week. It was nice while it lasted. Unfortunately, the mosquitoes will be back out in force, again.
These days I’m keeping a food journal of what Ed and I eat for each meal. This helps me keep track of what we’re eating, and helps me decide what to cook (or what not to cook). Ed’s only allowed 3 eggs per week on his diet. I guess it’s a good thing the daylight hours are short, and our hens have begun molting, so egg production is down! Our 9 hens have laid almost 1700 eggs since January of this year! “Our girls” have earned a well-deserved rest! (FYI: We didn’t eat all of those eggs, we shared with friends and family.)
It’s shaping up to be a busy week around the house. I’m going to get a head start on my Thanksgiving cooking, and put it in the freezer. So many delicious dishes, and none of them are really “heart healthy”–but Ed has the hospital dietitian’s permission to enjoy Thanksgiving–in moderation 🙂 Which reminds me, since I’ve joined Ed on his diet (which is really supposed to be my diet, too) I’ve begun to lose the weight I gained while I was laid up with a bad back all summer. Hooray for that! Ed’s weight, however, has stayed the same. Hooray for that, too, since he’s already thin.
Have a great Monday!