January 1, 2018
I haven't updated here since September. Don't know exactly why, I guess because nothing's happening. Read the previous entry, multiply by the number of posts I should have made, and that's about it.
I'm taking the Femara every day, and I hate it. I always have had aches and pains all over (fibro), and this stuff makes more bone and joint pain, so for about two hours in the morning I move bent over like those ancient folks with the walkers. I'm going through a second menopause. My hair is starting to fall out again.
I am so tired all the time. I have no muscle tone anymore. By afternoon I can stand straight and walk pretty well, and I think I look ok, but lately clerks are being so gentle with me, packing bags lightly, carrying things out to the car for me and so on, so I think maybe I actually must look pretty awful. I don't mind. I'm too tired and depressed to care.
I know what I need. I need exercise. I need to get out more. I need to move more. I need to start seriously working on recovering. There's nothing else wrong with me, except that I have allowed the past year and a half to grind me down, and when I think about where I was physically before all this (before New Jersey got hold of me!), that's when I get depressed. I just have to work a little harder to get back to where I was once. At 73 it may not be easy, but it's durn well possible.
Well, that's all for now. I have a zillion things to do (2017 financial stuff that has to be wrapped up, mostly), and it seems like everything takes twice as long now as it should. But --- I'll try to get back into the blog habit. It's the only way I can be sure what happened when....
