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Gratitude
Over the weekend, I received a card from Sandy and Donâhigh school friends of Cindyâs who welcomed me to Crystal Lake when I moved here in 2007. Don and I shared running in common, which made it easy for me to break into Cindyâs network of friends. Over the course of twenty years, we developed a really good friendship.
Don and Sandy moved to Galena a few years back, and we still stay in touchâmostly because Cindy and Sandy always talk.
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Most mornings I wake up on my own, but just in case I donât, I still set a 4:00 a.m. backup alarm. Crazy, right? Well⌠I slept right through until just after 5:00 a.m. That never or rarely happens. And a certain someone who heard the alarm didnât want to wake me. So I met my eight hour sleep goal and then some.
Yesterday I started a new prescription (olanzapine).
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Yesterday we had a sibling lunch with my local brothersâTom, Tim, and Nickâand their spouses, MJ, Shawn, and Jill. The restaurant, a BBQ place in Lake Zurich called Barbecue Productions. We had an early lunch reservation for 11:30 a.m., hoping to beat both the crowds and the noise.
As soon as we parked and opened the car doors, that wonderful smoky, grilled-meat aroma hit us square in the face.
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I tooled around the neighborhood in the beast of a wheelchair yesterday. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and Cindy practically shoved me out the doorâotherwise I wouldâve missed it completely. Itâs far too easy for me to stay inside and avoid the whole production required to get outdoors. A little sunshine goes a long way, and Iâm sure the vitamin D did me some good. Thanks for pushing out of the house.
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ALS just keeps plugging along, and I keep doing my best to manage whatever that means on any given day. Some days it feels like Iâm adjusting to change after change, just trying to keep pace with a body that keeps rewriting the rules.
For instance at my âfeeding station,â in the kitchen. we added pieces of non-slip material on the floor so I can push my chair with my feet.
Good morning, everyone! Letâs talk about pets.
We have a mini goldendoodle named Bear, and he came into our lives during peak Covid. We originally looked at rescue dogsâso was the entire worldâso we turned to a breeder recommended by a friend. We put down a deposit and were told it might be a year before our name came up. As it turned out, it was half that. In December 2020, we drove up to northern Michigan and came home with an armful of curls, paws, and pure joy.
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Wow! Even though I didnât personally see the northern lights the last two nights, the photos have been incredible. Truly stunning stuff.
This morning I get to sit here in the quiet of the house, listening to the owls talk to each other. Theyâve been around for years, and Iâm glad they like our little wildlife buffet of rabbits, squirrels, mice, and whatever else wanders through. Cindy however, would prefer they wouldnât leave their kill on the sidewalk to the house.
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I bit the bullet yesterday and got my vaccines, two of them anyways, for the upcoming winter season of sniffles, sneezes, and soup. I got the flu shot in my left arm and the pneumonia shot in my rightâtrying to share the pain equally.
Well⌠thereâs nothing âequalâ about it. The pneumonia shot felt like getting jabbed by a rusty nail, while the flu shot was like a polite tap on the shoulder.
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Happy Birthday to my sister-in-law, MJ! đđđĽł
Sorry about the confusion on yesterdayâs blog postâwhere I accidentally titled it âSunday.â Amazingly, only one person caught it!
My brother-in-law Mark came over and installed the new Nest thermostat. The hardware swap was simple enough, but the software side gave us some headaches⌠thanks mostly to me.
Iâve been using the old Nest app to adjust our thermostat for more than ten years.
Good morning! Welcome to a new week. Hope itâs a great one for everyone.
Cindy went solo to the HOA board meeting yesterday. She gave me an out, and I took it. No need for me to labor through the financials and everything that goes with it. I stayed upstairs, and since I didnât hear any angry voices, I assumed all was well. The meeting wrapped up in just over an hour, and they even identified a possible replacement for me.
Good morning! Welcome to winter. Brrr đĽś
I had to crank the fan on the fireplace this morning. Hard to believe that on Friday I was outside peeling off layers because I was too hot. Now Iâm shiveringâŚthe heat didnât kick on overnight.
Which brings me to my complaint with Google. We have a Nest thermostat that can no longer connect to my phone⌠all because itâs âtoo old.â I was warned this would happen and that Iâd need to buy a newer-generation Nest to continue using the app.
Good morning!
Thanks for all the get-well wishes yesterday. I got past the stomach issues early in the morning, but I was tired the rest of the day. Iâm pretty sure that was the hangover effect from Thursdayâs ALS Clinic visit. Those days are long â physically and mentally exhausting.
We leave home around 11:00 a.m. for the hour-long drive to Glenbrook Hospital, and then weâre squirreled away in an exam room until 5:00 p.
Good morning!
Rough start today.
My mornings usually begin with the same ritualâŚa handful of pills (which are a struggle onto themselves) a few sips of water, and black coffee while I wait the prescribed hour before eating. But this morning, my stomach decided it had had enough. Within 45 minutes, I felt that awful wave rolling in that is made up of nausea, the rush of saliva, the pounding heart, the sudden warmth that makes you want to back away from the fire.
LGood morning, friends and family.
Four hundred and fifty days since this shitty diagnosis. Thatâs a lot of days. The number made me think of the Grateful Dead song Truckinâ and these lines:
Sometimes the lightâs all shininâ on me,â¨Other times, I can barely see.â¨Lately, it occurs to meââ¨What a long, strange trip itâs been. That about sums it up. Most days the light feels warm and steady, shining through all the support and kindness weâve been shown.
Good morning! And a big happy belated birthday to Jill! đđĽłđž
Continuing with my reflections about my dadâŚ
As Dadâs short-term memory faded, one of the first challenges that popped up was parking lots. Weâve all forgotten where we parked before, wandering up and down aisles pressing the panic button like weâre searching for buried treasure. Then one day up-north he had to call for help.
Like many seniors, giving up the car keys was not in his playbook.
Good morning!
I received a text yesterday with a memory about my dad, and it pulled me right back to our dinner-table ritual.
Dad was a quiet, thoughtful manânever the loudest voice in the room, but always the one you leaned in to hear. At the dining room table, he could hold court any night of the week, no matter who joined us (and we had plenty of guests). Politics, faith, travel, daily lifeâhis mind traveled widely, and we followed right along.
Good morning, all!
Happy birthday, Larry A.! đâ¨Larry and I worked together at IMC now Mosaic, and was a golf buddy when I worked in Florida. Definitely one of the silver linings of having to work in FloridaâŚespecially now, as we stare down the cold weather headed our way.
A few days ago, my cousin Mark emailed me a photo from our dinner together last September. It was from my trip to Baltimore, where I went for a second opinion on my ALS diagnosis at Johns Hopkins.
Good morning, friends and family.
Iâve been bouncing back and forth between the master bedroom and the guest room lately. The master is a bit of a hike to the bathroom, and the guest room route is more reasonably short. In ALS terms, it becomes a tactical mission every trip to the bathroom: slow, careful, deliberate stepsâŚwhile my bladder counts down like itâs launching a rocket. Two simultaneous goals need to be met, donât fall and donât leak.
Good morning!
Welcome to November â the month where we all pretend weâre grateful for the shorter days, losing ~ one hour of sunlight by the end of the month and a sun that will set at 4:20 pm on 11/30. Depressing isnât it!!
PSA Itâs that ridiculous time again â time change weekend. Supposedly weâre all going to get an extra hour of sleep tonight. Sure we are. At 2:00 a.
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Happy birthday, Di G.! đđĽłđžđâ¨I met Di back in 2005, when we moved to Lake Bluff so Nikki could finish up high school at Lake Forest.
Di has a son that is the same age as Alex. Peter was a standout swimmer at Lake Forest High School and a fierce rival of Alexâs when he swam for Libertyville. They traded wins back and forth over the years, and that friendly fire eventually turned into a deep friendship.