Jun. 18th, 2017

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It's a whole new ballgame today as our overactive minds dream and scheme to make our fantasies come true. The conceptual Aquarius Moon forms an intellectually powerful Grand Air Trine that places logic over feelings. A Mercury-Jupiter trine encourages communication, while aiming our thoughts into the future. Meanwhile, Mercury's dynamic square to nebulous Neptune muddies reality. We're not afraid to go out on a limb in the pursuit of happiness.

It's as if you are riding on a freight train of words today, without knowing where it might stop. Interpersonal communication takes up much of your time, yet it's about to become even more important. You could receive some sort of good news, but it's tricky to discern it from all the other incoming emails, telephone calls and conversations. Pay careful attention to every little detail so you don't let a golden opportunity slip through your fingers. Your next adventure is waiting for you to say yes.


Today is Monday and it is the first day of the week that Peter stays in the Rehabilitation Center on the second floor. I didn't make it to bed because Peter left for the hospital at 9:00 pm last night. I can't sleep without Peter beside me to keep the bogeyman away. I managed to get an hour's worth of sleep at my desk instead of going to bed after talking to Mom on FaceBook at midnight. Oh well, we will see how it goes tonight.

I spent all day dressed up in my bathing suit a la Jungle Jane costume. I know it is at least a decade or more in age, but it is in good shape and looks nice as far as I am concerned. So, the result of all of that sunshine means that I have bright red sun burns all over except my face and forearms. I will have to coat myself in Aloe Vera. I should go from bright red to a vivid green in colour, eh?

Peter will be spending three more weeks including this one in the Rehabilitation Center for the program of Thrombosis Rehabilitation that goes for a full month. Peter gets to have the weekends at home because I am disabled and need his care for certain things like brushing my hair and doing my pills for my weekly pill box. It is a small thing that I can manage to get around in one way or another. I miss Peter.

The place had a major cleanup today by washing the couch and then wrapping it in plastic. The idea was to have a small battle against an invasive force that was relentlessly taking over the place we call home. Then after visiting with Peter the second time, it was a continued battle all evening long of scooping up agents of the enemy and dropping them into a little glass bottle. So many times I felt like I was losing the battle. Today was just another day of the battle continued as I did what I could to clean and otherwise destroy the enemy when and where I found them.
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We're still picking up on the positive vibes of the friendly Aquarius Moon, especially as she receives a new wave of support from the lighthearted Gemini Sun. Furthermore, the Moon cooperates with hardworking Saturn in inspirational Sagittarius, bringing a healthy dose of stability into our lives. We're able to envision a future that's different than the present moment, yet we do it in such a practical manner that we can actually realize our dreams.

You might wake up with lofty intentions today, aiming to be methodical about accomplishing your goals. But as the day wears on, you could become increasingly lackadaisical and fall further behind until you just give up. Don't be too self-judgmental if you find yourself on the wrong end of the stick now; give yourself the gift of reprieve. Scheduling additional time off can be accomplished without comparing your actual production to your high ideals. Focus on your potential, not your limits.

Today, which is actually now yesterday at about 5:00 am on the fifteenth of the month of June in 2017, started off in a reasonable enough manner. I was up at about two hours early before having to leave to visit Peter in the Rehab unit of the General Hospital. I was in a good mood and set about getting everything ready to go. Uhuh.

I fussed about trying to get everything ready for the backpack that included two little jars of ointment for Peter’s skin condition and two Thermoses of coffee. I also packed half of the remaining Tuesday Chicken Tenders and Wedgies for Peter to snack on. It all doesn’t seem like much but time was a wasting and slipping by far too fast. I would up being half an hour late by the time I locked the front door and headed out to the hospital. Why is that? I didn’t want to be late and yet half an hour seems such a long time.

My eyes are sore and my feet are swollen puffy red and sunburned. They are tender just to sit with my feet on the floor. I should be hungry but I am six pounds heavier than when I weighed myself three days ago. Where did three days go? I don’t think it was already three days and there it is, gone on the big calendar in the kitchen. I have to shovel off my desktop because it is so dirty and cluttered with stuff and my to do list.

Last night I sliced and buttered two hot cross raisin buns and set them on my desk to eat. I fell asleep before those little buns made it into my mouth. And, that little bit of Kahluah in my Thermos coffee didn’t please Peter nor I. The flavour was just a little off enough to be distasteful. Oh, my gums are sore from biting into the stiffly dried out little hot cross buns. Another reason to think why is that happening? ed
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We may land with a hard thud today as karmic Saturn enters the cosmic picture. The Sun's annual opposition to Saturn throws obstacles into our path if we've been avoiding our responsibilities or seeking shortcuts to success. A harsh Venus-Saturn aspect can create disappointment in love or a financial shortfall. Nevertheless, the Moon's shift into imaginative Pisces at 6:17 am EDT reminds us that a reality check doesn't mean we must stop dreaming.

You might wake up with lofty intentions today, aiming to be methodical about accomplishing your goals. But as the day wears on, you could become increasingly lackadaisical and fall further behind until you just give up. Don't be too self-judgmental if you find yourself on the wrong end of the stick now; give yourself the gift of reprieve. Scheduling additional time off can be accomplished without comparing your actual production to your high ideals. Focus on your potential, not your limits.

Last night I fell asleep at my desk and slept right through until about 5:00 am without talking to Mom. I missed talking to Mom and it made me mad at myself. I know how much we both share our need for talking and sharing what we talk about. So, thinking I had maybe an hour extra to prepare for my morning, I organized and did some typing. Is it typing or texting when using a personal computer instead of a typewriter? I don’t know. Typing. Texting.

At about 6:00 am, I started to make coffee and ate a dried out hot cross bun from last night. I was still dressed, but I decided to change my outfit to match the coolness of the morning. A pair of slacks and a long sleeved shirt were what I found to wear. I then decided to take along my bathing suit just in case the weather improved enough to tan. Then I looked at my feet. They were swollen and bright red in colour. Not good.

There was a little sample bottle of body lotion on my night table. I liberally spread the thin white cream all over my burnt areas. My feet were first to get an application of cooling cream. Then, I paid attention to my legs and thighs before I buttered up my face and neck areas. I didn’t know how good the thin white cream would be but something was better than nothing.

It was 6:30 am when I felt the first pangs of needing to go to the bathroom. I made my way from the desk through the kitchen, dropping off an armful of things along the way. When I turned on the bathroom light and sat down, two cats vied for attention. Dory was first but Twister was more important, so I coaxed her in to lay on the mat at my burning feet. I have to say that my attention was divided between two cats and my urge to purge.

At about 7:15 am, I finally finished combing and petting cats besides cleaning up myself. I didn’t know what the time was. I did know that I was way over the time I had allowed myself as extra time to spare. I sat down to my desk when my phone rang. It was Peter who phoned to find out what I was up to and where. I told him that I was late and had to go fast. He told me I should have left fifteen minutes ago and to get a move on. I already had a move on and was about to dash now. Bye.
I went as fast as I could go up to the General Hospital. I knew where I had to go and how to get there. I rolled straight up to the crowded waiting room of the module I was supposed to be early for. I didn’t even know what time it was when I registered as present at the reception’s window. All I do know is that within a few minutes, I was called into the testing room. Within five minutes, I was back out and done with the breathing test as it is applied to me. There are no sounds, no prompting, and nothing untoward to set me off. That nurse is so kind and understanding, at least to me after my latest tale of woes I told her.

The breathing test usually is a complicated measuring of your breathing process that takes about half an hour or so. Repeated testing is done over and over with the very loud prompting by a female’s high pitched yell. I can’t do that. It sets off my rage and I have to bash something as hard as I can. It scares everyone when my eyes turn beet red and I start shaking with surges of pure adrenaline. It’s war. Do you want to play again?

I admit that I have had a life that nobody would possibly want. I know I have trouble sleeping because of buckets of sweat and bouts of kicking and swinging arms. Peter knows he is safe as long as he doesn’t move from his prone position at his side of the bed. I can’t get help because I would be committed at the least and imprisoned likely. Peter doesn’t want to lose me nor do I want to lose him. Oh well, I try as best I can to keep the peace quietly.

Peter and I played a game of crib to start the morning off. I had lost the two previous games and was ready to win a game. The crib game went very fast. I skunked Peter, who groaned and moaned about the loss. So, we played a second game of crib. Would you believe that I skunked Peter again with a double skunk score. Peter was not happy at all about the two losses in such a manner. I smirked a bit but merely asked Peter when had I ever beaten him like that before. His reply was that I had done so a few years before out in Vernon when we crossed Canada. By then, it was time for us to go to my appointment at the other side of the hospital.

We both climbed onto our electric wheelchairs and left the ward of four beds. It was a short trip to the appointment so I was able to stop along the way for a smoke. Peter patiently waited for me to do my thing. Then we rolled on to the sixth floor where the appointment was. The receptionist was kind and smiling as she did the paperwork for my appointment. Within a short time we were sitting in room 7, a spacious examination room for doctors with wheelchair bound patients.

Our doctor was a short little timely woman who bubbled over with positive energy. She was into a lot of local projects that were intended to help the poor people of the downtown area. Fortunately for her, she was able to enlist help from various media to further her intentions of spreading word of the help by the program she funded.

Our inspired little doctor was bubbling over with positive affirmations of various aspects of health motivated facts. Cut down and even quit the habits of drinking coffee and smoking. Change diet to avoid salt, sugar, and starch based foods. Most over the counter drugs are not helpful for the reasons why they are taken in the first place. We already knew that, but she wanted to say it as if for our benefit anyways.

I had numerous aliments that needed to be addressed, but not by her. There were other professionals in the health industry that were more likely to be of use to me in attending to my ills. There wasn’t much use she could be to us in helping us cope with our COPD afflictions. Perhaps she could see us in a time of about three or four months from now. With that said, she handed me two forms, one a prescription for a referral to a specialist doctor and the other a form to get an appointment at a later date.

I should have made a copy of my morning breathing tests. It would have told me that my breathing had shrunk 400 ml less than the last test at Christmas time. The tests also informed me that my breathing was operating at about 59 % of what would have been considered normal for my lungs. My breathing was actually not all that bad considering that it was my back causing me most of my disability.


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