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The Blog Of the "Mother" of Bandit.
Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)
I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!
Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

About Me

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My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

  • Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).
  • Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.
  • Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
  • Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.
  • The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Thursday, July 31, 2025

Forgotten Focus and Mean Girl Scales

I arrived early for my Infectious Disease appointment. 😲 And the world did not end. πŸ˜‰

After obtaining my visitor pass at the front door, I trotted over to the Gift Shop for a little Retail Therapy.

In the long hallway I saw a couple of masked ladies walking toward me and I smiled and said,"hello, how are you?" Typical greeting for me. Especially in the hospital setting [doesn't matter that it wasn't "my" (work) hospital].

After they passed one said, "Wait! Didn't you work at the VA?"

"Why yes! Actually, I still do. I'm just on sick leave."

She pulls down her mask, "Me too!" It was the Cashier who always "made" people "smile on Fridays."

I told her,"It's not Friday, but here's a smile AND a hug!" We exchanged prognosis stories (we are both waiting for final recs--her: possibly a 4th surgery; and me: final/FINAL med recs (I seem to be stumping my ID team, and not receiving two full doses of my IVPush med last week due to syringe barrel leakage threw yet ANOTHER kink in the playbook--I think the delivery service tossed them too hard against the concrete--or the syringe manufacturer had a couple faulty syringes). Anyway, hopefully in a couple weeks we will both be back at the VA. 🀷‍♀️🀷🏽‍♀️

As I turned the corner to the hallway with the Gift Shop I saw two of my former Residents. πŸ‘¨πŸ»‍⚕️πŸ‘¨πŸ»‍⚕️ I told one of them I saw his name pop up on one of my tests when I was admitted a few weeks back. I love it when I see my favorite Residents in their "Real" jobs years after they've trained at VA. πŸ’œπŸ’œ

In the Gift Shop I usually find some cute little gift idea. That was not the case today....

I found TWO things for ME!!! Because my friends and family aren't the only ones who have spoiled me during this event πŸ˜‰

I've tried a couple of these aroma therapy nasal inhalers for calming and sleeping and have liked them. Today I found a "focus"--which I'll have to go back and get because I forgot to pick it up when I saw the one that got me all excited--it was a "Tummy Rescue" (ginger and lemon)! At this point I will try anything that might help. (Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but it does seem to be taking the edge off.)

And THEN I saw a display of all kinds of granny squares! Granny Squares are trending in everything right now and I love them! (I also thought of you Odette Bradshaw-Sheeley. πŸ˜‰πŸ’œ If you jump on it now, you might be able to parlay your new obsession into a lucrative side hustle.) πŸ§ΆπŸ’œπŸ’΅πŸ’°

When I finally made it to my appointment, I was STILL 20 minutes early (even for check-in). They had a cancellation and took me back right away. And to make the day even better--I think I like ID scales better than my home scales--according to their scale I have lost (and kept off) a couple pounds. ⚖️

My home scales on the other hand should prepare to die--with the two days of incomplete meds last week I felt the best I've felt in weeks--so well in fact I was able to eat regular food--the downside of course was the "refinding" of 6 lost pounds...but the ID scales told a slightly different tale:

Even fully clothed, and wearing my cross-body wallet/iPhone, I'm still down three pounds. πŸ˜ƒπŸ‘πŸ»

Thinking my home scale would confirm this, upon arrival home, I slipped into a nightie and removed everything else (even my earrings and watch--because they weigh so much!), and gingerly stepped upon the hated home scale....

It's a Mean Girl Scale!

It says I'm UP 3 pounds AND my tummy is gurgling gain. (AND it was not lost on me that I forgot the Focus aroma therapy inhaler.)

The home scale really has to die.

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