HOLEY SCHMOLEY

Oh my goodness, I am so very much out of sorts, Dearies!

I think it's the universe's way of smiting me for walking around smugly declaring that this quarantine thing has been no big deal for me and that I don't know why everybody is complaining about being able to stay inside with nothing to do and nowhere to go.

It's not that I actually want to go anywhere (let's face it...I never do). It's just that I am so completely out of whack with my eating and sleeping and stitching and doing. Nothing is organized or familiar, and whatever semblance of order I had imposed is right out the window.

So much for relaxed control of my life, huh?

It certainly doesn't help matters that I am battling major waves of nausea, and that nobody seems to know why or from whence it arrived. One doc thinks it's allergies, one thinks it's low blood pressure, and another thinks it's me being me and/or Crohn's related.

What I do know is that the waves are a big pain in my heiney, and I would almost rather do anything on the planet than nausea.

Blech.

I confess that I have also been "shopping" like a crazy drunken sailor. I scroll and scroll and scroll and fill up shopping cart after shopping cart full of the weirdest stuff. Eyebrow pencils and exercise equipment and personal portable air conditioners and anything that pops up on Insta as the latest and greatest gadget. I've only indulged once or twice, and only if the resulting order is less than a few dollars, but it certainly makes for an interesting discovery when I open the delivered package.

Yesterday's shopping was, however, totally different. I discovered Costco delivery! Oh my gosh....I went a little crazy, but I am happy to report that we are now very well stocked with fresh vegetables and other healthy things to get us through several weeks. My task tomorrow will be to sensibly divide, prep, and store these things (sliced peppers in bags frozen, etc) as well as cook the slab of Fred Flintstone dry rub ribs that somehow made their way into the cart.

(What can I say? A spinster cannot live on salads alone.)

Thank you for all of your diet suggestions and recipes. I have to say....my complaining about eating bad is probably a bit overstated, since I am well within transplant guidelines and all of my bloodwork is looking very good. I do, however, want to get back to actively losing a pound or two a week and get below 200 pounds by the end of the summer. That, I am positive, would make a huge difference to how I feel, since I don't think I've been under that number in my adult life.

Stitching wise...I just need to put the screens away and get in the chair and get needle and thread back  in hand and quit fooling around. I'm growing increasingly tired of pitting my head on my pillow and thinking that I should have stitched instead of scrolled Instagram for three hours.

So there you have it, Dearies. Your spinster is, as usual, a hot mess of sloth, indecision, queasiness, and frustration. If I were a two year old I would send me to bed with my blanket and a fuzzy book until it passes, but alas, there is dialysis to do and people to annoy.

I hope that you are ready and raring for a fabulous weekend! I might take my own advice and try to accomplish just one or two things to make me feel more productive, and I will definitely get in some serious stitchy time!

What's on your agenda?