She’s up, swearing at her stacked-up mail, the tax report, the credit card account (somebody charged about a hundred dollars on one of our cards just after us at a service station), the balky printer, the location of her pill bottle, life, the universe, and the stack of to-do’s that’s gotten out of whack while she’s been down…it’s good to hear! 😉
It is the little things that bother us so much when we are healthy and hale, that help us to realize that we are alive and well once we get on the mend. It is a good sign that Jane is looking after these little things that bother her. I have been following Jane’s issues and I am happy to hear that she is free of serious illness, I will send good thoughts your way to help speed her healing.
Patrick
Swearing is the sound of life when you let the clutch out and the gears engage. She’ll be back up to speed soon. I have faith.
We aren’t totally out of the woods, but Jane’s taking a hefty dose of B12 and an iron supplement, and she’s staying warm-hands and pink enough she’s re-dying her hair.
They say a person can die of grief, and I used to pooh-pooh it, but when she lost Efanor so suddenly, and because we humans have the burden of saying it’s time, that week she went into a spiral: I think her blood situation was there, but that put the final push on it. She went classically wan and pale, kind of yellowish, to tell the truth: her skin became cold and such an odd color that she dyed her hair Titian gold, saying it might go better, and a day or so later she nearly fainted on me when we were working in the yard. The night (a day or so after that) she got the transfusion, her face became pink and clashed with the hair color—but her hands stayed yellow, and I had to follow her everywhere to be sure she didn’t lose things, fall over, or leave a fire on—that sort of fog. Then, over time, and as she’s taken B12, the hands have slowly turned pink again, and she’s in the process of re-dying her hair the dark burgundy red it’s been for years.
She gave me a sincere scare—she gave OSG a scare. But she’s tracking on all circuits now, noticing things, cleaning up anything that doesn’t fight back, bending and pulling weeds, cleaning the fish filter, you name it, and it’s only 9 am.
Yay that she’s better and good that she has you to watch over her! Don’t let her work too hard!
I’m glad to hear that she’s on the mend.
Was it because the CC at the gas station didn’t clear out of the reader, or something more nefarious? o_O I hope that’s the last you hear of any more credit card shenanigans! Neither you nor Jane needs that.
oh, what a relief – good old vitamin B12!
Very glad to hear that Jane is feeling better!
I would definitely check with the bank on the card situation. It may have been a one-off, but you can’t be too careful with this.
I remember reading that grieving does strip away our B-vitamins and vitamin C. If I recall, we can’t store the water-soluble vitamins and therefore do we not have reserves. And losing one of our “babies” is so hard on us. I am very happy to hear that Jane is feeling a bit perkier. Sounds like those weeds’ days are numbered!
Hmm, I’d recommend swearing in Sebacean or Firefly-Chinese. Or try swearing in Klingon. Or Vulcan. Try getting ’em to raise *both* eyebrows!
Huzzah for Firefly Chinese! Actually, #2 son says (after 2 semesters of Mandarin) that Firefly sports pretty good Chinese–the actors learned it phonetically, which he says he can tell (but he more likely read it in the show’s Wiki). I’m having him teach me (phonetically!) how to say a couple of phrases for the next time I go there on business (China, not Firefly, dammit).
I have a couple of friends who know Vulcan and/or Klingon; I shall have to inquire. While Klingon lends itself quite well to some toothy, pithy curses, I wonder if Vulcans wouldn’t consider cursing somehow ‘illogical’.