February 1st 2021

Just was not meant to be

My kinda day.

Could not sleep last night,

So was not up early,

And felt "off" .

Got dressed,

Grabbed a cider and my "necessities"

 And headed out the door.

First stop: Food Basics.

John inadvertently used 

The tex Mex cheese I bought

For a recipe.

Grabbed that and some boullion

For mom and got out of there.

Second stop: Wendy's.

I made Caesar salad last night

And overdressed it.

Mom hates lots of dressing,

So I bought her a salad 

For her lunch today as an apology.

Third stop: Mom's.

Dropped off something she forgot

Last night, the boullion

And her salad.

Rang the bell and drove off.

Now I was off to London.

Fourth stop: Let's Mills.

I had a short sewing supply list

For this next 2 weeks of lockdown

So I ran in grabbed the items

And left a little disappointed

As they did not have

The scrapbook I want.

Fifth stop: Fast Eddies.

It is my guilty pleasure 

on Remicade days to treat myself

To a chicken burger combo.

Extra mayo and max fries.

I have to eat before my infusion

As it helps with my

"Feel the need to pass out" issue

When they are putting the IV in.

Sixth stop: clinic.

I sat watching the snowfal eating,

And doing some searching,

For a few items I need to get

To finish some projects.

By the time it was "time"

To head in - my eyes were burning

And I was tired.

Got past security and checked in,

Made myself comfortable,

IV went in, bloodwork taken, IV started.

Naturally today would be a weird reaction day.

The pre-med was running when

I noticed my forearm was very sore!

From my finger tips to my elbow.

Everything looked fine,

It just really really hurt!

We wrapped my arm in a blanket

And i fell asleep while the IV ran.

I woke up exhausted.

I drove home.

Made a quick pick up and parked...

2 weeks at home now.

A quick online chat

With other happiness workers.

I tried to stay awake,

But alas,

I ended up sleeping until 7pm.

John made the stir fry recipe.

Yumm. I had seconds.

Then he laid down as he has to work.

Epic error as he woke up miserable.

The router box appears to have died

In the living room.

He was irritated by everything

And was verbal about it.

I tried to be positive...

But I was positive we would end up

In a huge fight, so I am in bed again.

Probably for the best as I am still

Very tired and need rest anyway

And my arm is still tender.

Some days aren't awful necessarily,

They just aren't the greatest either!

Good night from John Street