It all started yesterday when JB Magoo asked me what I would like to do.
"I'd like to clean the apartment to within an inch of its life, change the bed, flip the mattress, do the laundry, put the Christmas decorations away, deep clean the fridge, freezer, and pantry, organize the studio, read the paper cover to cover, finish my book, stitch, and take a nap."
And then we laughed and laughed and laughed.
I finished my second cup of damn good, sat in the Happy Chair for a minute, and then proceeded to accomplish the entire list.
(Pause for reaction.)
I had no earthly idea where all of the energy and motivation came from until Magoo pointed out that it seems like every OTHER Saturday is good. This was a little strange until it dawned on me why that is.
Every other Friday I get a big fat dose of a drug called Mycera. This is used to boost my red blood cells, because my type of kidney disease causes anemia. I used to get the Lance Armstrong drug called Aranesp, but apparently my insurance company got tired of paying $22,000 a month for it, and demanded that I go with the cheper alternative.
Anywhoose, this drug apparently makes me feel like an Amish Wonder Woman, because the taking of it seems to correspond with a day long cleaning frenzy that results in a very happy Sunday.
Which brings me to today.
I woke up to a clean apartment, had my damn good, made cinnamon rolls, and lit a new Yankee candle called Cozy by the Fire. I read the paper, got my blanket situated just right, picked up my stitching, and announced "Today is starting out to be a very good day."
For all I know the new head meds have kicked in, but I'm not going to question it. All I do know is that happy and calm and feeling well sure beats the daylights out of hurting and feeling terrified at the bottom of the well.
Beading on Red Velvet Cake has commenced! I was trying to remember the last big beading project I played with, and I think it's Vaceila/Angel of Love. I do like the beading, but I am struggling with finding a comfortable way to hold the project and negotiate the beads at the same time. Today, I might try to rig up the floor stand and sit in the recliner to see if that helps.
So that's it for me today, Dearies. It's cold and snowy and a bit blustery outside, but we are warm and safe and dry and well fed with lots of tasty leftovers. I was going to make a big pot roast today, but we are expecting significant snow tomorrow, and it occured to me that coming home to a hot meal out of the crock pot might be wonderful on a dialysis Monday.