Complaining

I am really grouchy today. Mostly because I have had fever for most of the last 22 days. Also because the specialist doesn't seem to think my symptoms match my personal diagnosis and doesn't have another explanation or seem to feel the need to look for one. Also because my symptoms go away when I go to the specialist but that's the only time they go away (other than a few days on the cruise). And probably also because I was at the hospital from midnight to 2AM this morning to be told that 1) I don't have fever (for the first time in a few days) and 2) I'm fine.

And just to put some icing on the cake, rather than using that stretchy, non stick tape after taking my blood last night, they used commercial grade adhesive to attach that cotton ball and it has changed the landscape of my arm. Last time the same hospital took blood, the plebotomist didn't put any pressure on the cotton ball at all, which resulted in a large bruise where there is now less skin. And I'm scheduled to have surgery at that hospital at the end of September. I am calling my primary care doctor for a second opinion/new doctor tomorrow.

I'm also grouchy because the big dog had to be inside all week due to our fence being down and my puppy, aka my serotonin enhancer, has developed a disgusting crush on him. This may not sound like a big deal to you but I have had to be inside most of the week due to having fever, the big dog had to be inside all week due to the fence being down, and the puppy who would usually be a source of laughter and enjoyment has become a source of grossness and constant need of correction.

Okay, so apparently I'm going to have to just adjust my attitude.

Let's see . . . I made a new smoothie recipe today. It was pretty good and could be great with a lot more sugar. I also found a recipe for a melon martini that I plan to try very soon. Tomorrow I am making a new crescent roll, egg, sausage roll recipe for breakfast and later this week I'll make a new slow cooker recipe for supper. So, all of this house time is going to be good for something. We may get fat but we'll be happy.

. . . And the big dog is now in his crate, which he likes, and the puppy is curled up contentedly beside me, which I like. The big dog can spend more time outside now that my husband fixed most of the fence and put a barrier up for the fence part that Lowes and Home Depot were out of - there has been a rush on fencing around here thanks to a crazy straight wind storm that blew through while we were on our glorious cruise.

Remember the cruise? Ah, yeah mon! Just thinking about Jamaica makes it better . . .