Wee Beasties?

It is probably for the best that only one or two of you know "Leyland"

When I was put on Prednisone for the first time back in Feb of 2004, I didn't particularly enjoy the experience. It was like being on some type of hyperactivity inducing stimulant whilst too unwell to actually accomplish much. I did however, thanks to the wonders of webdom, bang off several page letters to friends and those I likely didn't know well enough to be "saying such things too" (sort of like this blog come to think of it.)

One of the things I was saying is how Prednisone made me feel crawly under my skin, and not just run of the mill crawly, but like I had an entire pirate ship of rouge lizards running all over under deck (me being the ship.) Not only did I know they were lizards (ever the self-diagnostician) running all over, but I was SO full of hubris (read prednisone) that I named the pirate horde, things like stinky, one eyed Pete and so on. I am pretty sure one was named Leyland and he may have been the ringmaster, I picture him in a lounge chair, barking orders, a British ex pat, wearing cotton linen suits and a panama hat. I also am fairly sure he wrote all my letters at that time. Those two or three of you where were so unfortunate to have gotten them, and you know who you are (he was fond or pastor's wives, and wrote at least two.)
Well, he's back.

After being up all Saturday night with the second worst Asthma attack of adult life, dear friend will call her "Nurse Rottweiler" ( trust me she will find this moniker pleasing adoring the beasts who lend to her her title, )
who is refreshingly straight forward and who I find wonderfully calming to be around, came for an unofficial house call after church. She is an asthma educator as well as a fellow sufferer. She and my dear hubby (who prefers lizards to wife without working lungs, what a guy!)talked me into returning to prednisone with the suggestion that 4 days of 40mgs now, would beat a month of the stuff later. Only by this reasoning did I acquiesce.

I vowed "never" to go on Prednisone again. I recalled not sleeping for more than 3 hours during the last course of it. I recalled feeling horrible. I made note to self that if any Dr ever prescribed it to me again, I'd get said Doc to give me a sedative of some type for Leyland.*note Leyland is taking Ativan and is almost calm if such a word could ever apply to his nibs.* I got a whole tortured but cumulative 7 or 8 hours sleep last night, praise God, and all Leyland wants to do now is say Hi remember me. He also suggests that the best use of today would be to sit and knit and knit. (ok so he thinks I should knit till the fingers bleed and sing sea shanty songs whilst doing it but surely we can find a happy medium? It could be worse, he could be writing this blog all day long until I've nae a reader left or there could be deck swabbing?)

Perhaps at the end of the day, I shall have a knitted babe to post, if not, it is likely Leyland will have me busily away at some task or t'other. We'll be hiding out in here to avoid the whole trick or treat thing (even if we had had candy to give out, odds are it would have been eaten long since!) I am planning to have hubby pick up Wallace and Grommit episodes and perhaps some nice cheese to go with, don't ya think? Wensleydale isn't an option, but we must have something that will suffice. (Oh I DO miss Red Leicester)

Following up...

For those of you who were following the saga of one particular "rabbit" well in God's providence, though we'd rejoice to hear of the little vermin's demise, I have to report that said bunnykins is alive and well, to hop another day. Hopefully his days are numbered as we'd all welcome an invitation to his funeral if it be God's will. "Sweetbaby" is doing well with the outcome but mum rather expects that the so called "babyfever" is likely here for the duration, and we do thank God for that good and right desire but acknowledge that his ways are perfect.

All gone...

Well I just had my first experience with writing a fairly long piece, ramblings about Autumn and how giddy it makes me, questions about the purpose of blogging and what to do with this one, only to have it disappear when I hit send and there was no connection to the net. Sigh. Live and learn.

I don't have the heart to re-write it, it included juicy tidbits about "Sweetbaby" and her "charts"(not astrological thank you) which seem to be saying "the rabbit is dead" but which the visit to the drs said "wrong, rabbit is dashing about in the cabbage patch alive and well."...I told her that I have always tested negatively in the first 6 weeks of pregnancy even with highly sensitive blood tests...Meanwhile I suggested she avoid anything that would be ill advised if she were pregnant and try to relax in the breath holding wait. No they are not "trying," girls in my line have never conceived of the word trying when concerning babies but then, she's the first in a while to be on the right side of the broom jump when dashing off for bloodwork. God has been very merciful to moi.

eek...

Already if I wonder about being over my head, I sent out links for this blog to several pals only to see I didn't include an actual link, just a blank email....perhaps I need to hire a professional for this?
Sorry folks...will try to think first next time.

testing the waters...

I have for years, been a regular poster on an email loop. It has come about in Providence, that if ever there was a time to see if I can manage a blog, tis now.

Those of you who get here first, will be folk who know me already and you are and will be the core of this effort, to stay in touch, to sharpen each other's iron, "to know we are not alone" as it is said of reading. I am somewhat ambivalent about doing a blog, the inner voice saying "who wants to read it, who cares." (I love I love I love myself, I have my picture on my shelf!)

Please don't take the presence of this blog as any indication I think my idea's are noteworthy. I simply have discovered over the years that generally if I "put myself out there" folk will connect with me, spar, share ideas, challenge mine and enter the dance, so to speak. I long to keep up with the dear saints I've known hither and yon.

For those of you who know me, please forbear a "persona," because of my calling in life and having the roaring lion for an enemy I hope to write both corum deo (before the face of God) and yet also with a little wiggle room to allow me to just be myself. I don't need folk writing my husband's boss and saying " His wife had a bad day, he clearly isn't a good husband" or "she has too many opinions" or what have you. I do have too many opinions and the dear hub already knows this. He is kind and gracious and will read this even if no one else does.

I learned from my friend "The blogging genius" that one can create alternative blog identities for one's kith and kin which be helpful in keeping them out of harm's way ("you are related to that blogger? poor you") and which can be fun (or keep one from being invited to family gatherings I suppose if one chooses poorly...i.e the "stinky uncle")
So let me assure those who know me I've not gone mad and forgotten our real names.

Well I'm fighting a migraine (what else is new, I thought of calling this blog "I don't feel well") so I shall away, I have so much to praise God for and hope to do so in the days to come,
Your friend, old or new, Susan in Idaho, formerly Susan from the woods, formerly Susan in Glasgow Scotland, formerly a denim
jumper wearin homeschooling mama from "Providence" (you figure that one out), formerly "not Susan at all" but that is a story for another day.