Bloofy

The Biscuit Day that wasn't and my good fortune turns 25

Bloofy. It’s what hydrocodone does to me. It makes me both bleary and goofy. Hence, bloofy. I’m not complaining as it does help the pain but it’s hard to know when to take it. I had a few really bad days with pain recently which is why I haven’t posted. I know some of it was my fault for not staying on top of the pain, when you let it get too bad it’s hard to catch up. Although I know that rationally, practicing it in real life is, like so many things, a bit trickier.

I’m trying to heed the words of kind friends who told me, “Don’t be a hero,” (thank you, Heather) and” All things in gradual steps, y'know? Do enjoy your successes! And take it easy trying to increase them,” (thank you Susan). I talked to my Health Alliance care liaison or whatever she is called (she’s very nice but I kinda feel like I’m talking to the enemy) and she expressed great surprise that I had made it to work and worked a few hours last week. She said that was amazing. I don’t know. Is it? I will say, it did take it out of me but damn, it felt good.

It was such an odd weekend that we didn’t have biscuits on Sunday and I forgot a visit from a friend that I had been all excited about.

HOWEVER, all is good, particularly because it is my beloved Leo’s 25th birthday today. He and Ernie are at Fries and Peanuts as I write, for celebratory fries. I just wasn’t up to it but it feels nice sitting here with a bit of breeze from the window so that’s ok.

My beautiful boy. I am so lucky.

Onward, bloofily, with love,
Cynthia