Do NOT tell me what my blood pressure is . . . it is a Catch 22 at best. I take my blood pressure because the cardiologist wants me to keep a daily record. I try to sit quietly, uncross my legs, take deep breaths but the fact that I am taking my blood pressure give me major anxiety so no matter what I do it is going to read high.
Should I loose 50 pounds to help lower myBP ? YES !! Should I change my diet to eliminate red meat and salt and processed foods? YES !!!! Should I get my butt out of the house and walk walk walk every day ! ABSOLUTELY !!!!! But it is so much more entertaining to do none of the above and then have daily panic attacks when my BP reads 193/104 . . . And besides, now I have a topic for todays blog.
WE are back in Florida and I am finding all sorts of things to stress about. I told myself I would feel better and my BP would settle down once I was "home" and close to family, friends and familiar doctors. That didn't work quite as planned. First off, there was the entire stress filled 4 days of travel which I might have mentioned in my last blog. Now we are home and the house if filled with all the stuff that I brought back with us. I had Keri and Finn put EVERYTHING from the car into the guest bedroom so I can shut that door and not have to look at the mess in there. But I know what's in there and it calls to me every day AND night. "Come clean us up!', "I'm waiting to get put away!", "Helloooooo . . . !" I hear these calls and I know I can just ignore them for now but I just can't settle down until things are back to "normal".
Add to the mess in the house, (Did I mention the 2 boxes of apples that are still sitting on the dining room table?) I also have the whole moldy, smelly, rotten car that is mine. My wonderful car that I love is totally destroyed with mold that has eaten the two front seats. I mean literally EATEN the fabric on the seats. I didn't know mold could do that but apparently it is one of the perks of having a car filled with toxic spores. I had really hoped that MAYBE I could get another year out of my car and then sell it before next summer but I NEED to get rid of it ASAP !! Even though it was de-molded it stinks and the back door leaks so it is only a matter of time before it begins to turn green again.
I was up at 6 AM this morning on my computer filling out information for "CARVANA" . I have been told by reliable sources that this is a good way to get rid of my mold mobile. After putting in all the required info it looks like I may actually get a few bucks for the poor thing. WE shall see. The reason I was up at 6 AM doing all this research was to avoid EXACTLY what happened at 8:00 AM when The Man found me in front of the computer in mission control. (AKA spare bedroom/ junk room/ pig sty.). The Man stood in the door way asking what I was doing. When I told him I was getting a quote for selling my car he asked how much they offered. I told him and his response was, "And you're going to take THAT?" I thought it was an excellent offer ! The car is 9 years old and is a rolling Petri dish. Carvana is offering me more than half of what I paid for the car 8 years ago. So when The Man put his two cents into my plan I almost bit off his head, chewed it up and spit it out !!! It was not one of his smarter moves and it was not one of my calmer moments. I just want this car GONE !!!! I asked him to please stop talking and leave me alone to finish what I was doing so he wandered back into the kitchen to await the explosion or the calm . . . with me it's always a crap shoot as to which way a day can go.
I had hoped that all would go smoothly but God is testing me. The title on my car had my old address so I crossed it out and wrote in my present address. That apparently is a BIG "NO NO" so now I have to wait over a week to get an appointment with the DMV to get a new title. Then maybe I can get rid of the green glob.
It just seems that since I have returned to Florida EVERYTHING I touch goes to shit. I have destroyed 3 dinners and a breakfast in the past 7 days. (Did you know you shouldn't cook sweet potatoes in the microwave? They come out like bricks.) (Did you know that if you over cook sausage patties they turn into hockey pucks?)
Suffice to say I am a HUGE hot mess and it seems to be getting worse by the day. I am not taking my blood pressure because that will only add to the stress. Instead I am eating my weight in chocolate and hoping for a quick and painless death as soon as possible. I know that will not happen because God is SMART and there is no way He wants me anywhere near him. (Of course with the amount of cursing I have been doing I will probably go straight to Hell.).
I am finding some humor in all this. Tonight I wanted to go to 4:00 mass for some quiet time with the Lord but instead a HUGE storm rolled through just as I was getting ready to leave. I was dressed, hair combed, make-up on when suddenly my phone starts blaring out a WEATHER ALERT !!!!!! "SEVERE THUNDERSTORMS IN AREA ! GAIL FORCE WINDS WITH POSSIBLE TORNADO'S OR WATER SPOUTS. LOCAL FLOODING! OK God, you trying to tell me something ?? I took off my shoes and church clothes, put on my comfy clothes and made a LARGE drink ! Then I burned dinner.
Now I'm out on the lanai sitting in the dark with my computer in my lap. The Man is watching hockey. WE spent the past half hour trying to figure out how he can get to watch ALL his Detroit Red Wing games this season. Because he is not computer literate that job gets put on me with him looking over my shoulder the entire time. I did manage to give the illusion of remaining calm but I am not taking my BP any time soon.
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