Voltaren Gel

My sjogren's has moved into my hands with some "lupus like symptoms". This has caused swelling, pain, redness, and a poor grip. My rheumatologist gave me some samples of Voltaren gel. I got some pain relief and asked for a prescription. My son took it to the local Wal-Mart to be filled. Voltaren gel is topical meaning you apply it on your body. The instructions on the box said, " Take one tablet by mouth daily." The little warnings said, "Take This Medicine With A Full Glass Of Water, May Cause Drowsiness or Dizziness, and Take This Medicine With A Snack Or Small Meal If Stomach Upset Occurs." I am afraid stomach upset would occur no matter what if you ate the Voltaren. More than drowsiness or dizziness would occur if you ate the Voltaren. And drinking the Voltaren with a full glass of water wouldn't help either. If I had not received a sample and was a nurse, I just might be eating my Voltaren gel. I took it back to Wal-Mart and showed the pharmacist. No apologies, just grab the box and slap on a new label. So everyone out here please read your prescription labels and inserts. If it doesn't make sense take it back to the pharmacy. My hand is much better. I "rub" the gel on my hand and haven't had any stomach upset.

Father of the Bride

I feel like I pick on my neighbors to the South. These neighbors are the Rock Hill,S.C. bunch. I have no grudge against anyone there. In fact I have friends and family from the area.I am sorry but some of the craziest stuff in the paper happens in Rock Hill. A few weekends ago a rehearsal dinner hit a sore note. The father of the bride assumed the father of the groom was picking up the tab. The father of the groom did not. The father of the bride received the bill including the bar tab. Things went "South" quick. He created a disturbance in the restaurant. Then he went to his truck and got his knife. The police were called and the father of the bride was arrested. The article gave no details of the wedding. I don't know if the father of the bride got bailed out of jail for the wedding or not. Imagine how the family Christmas get-together is gonna be. "Hey, "Aunt Dottie", bring your pound cake. I 'm bringing a ham and Daddy is bringing his knife." Kinda brings a tear to my eye.

Family Pictures

There are moments in your life when you are weak and have a "Hallmark moment". Several weeks ago I realized I could have all my children home Memorial Day weekend. I expanded that to believe that we could have a family portrait. I had a picture of the kids made my daughter's senior year. The picture hangs over my mantle and gives me pleasure every day. That photographer has sent me gift coupons for $100.00 over the past two years. I immediately called the photographer and said "I need a picture." I recognized the female voice on the phone as the the person calling me monthly to use my gift card. She is standing by to meet my needs in a bright singing voice. After I explained that I wanted a family portrait Saturday of Memorial weekend, the song left her voice. Flatly she told me that they will be closed that day, all day. Even with my explanation of "all my children will be here" and "yes, it will be a big order", it was a no go. I called my one friend with young children "Do you have a photographer you recommend ?". I called her recommendation. The recommendation informed me she was moving to San Diego. "Do you have a photographer you recommend?" I called that photographer to be told she was booked for Memorial Day. "Do you have a photographer you recommend?" I contact that photographer. I like the photography on her web site. She is available. We e-mail back and forth, back and forth. We decide late afternoon in Green park,downtown Charlotte. We discuss clothing options. I am excited. I am elated. My "Hallmark moment" is coming true. I send all the information to my family. The youngest son says," I am taking my Stats exam Memorial Day. I can't hang around until 5:30 Saturday". In his defense there was a tornado in Tuscaloosa. Then the husband comes home waving my e-mail in his little hand. His response is " I thought I would wear a suit and tie when you and I have our picture made." This in response to the photographer's input that dark denim makes a nice picture. Now we are scheduled at 8:00 am Saturday morning because of the natural lighting. Instead of the cool park it will be here at home. Because I know there is no way in hell we will arrive at a park at 8:00 am as a family looking half way decent for a picture. My last e-mail to the family is be downstairs at 8:00am that Saturday. I don't care what you wear as long as you are awake, bathed, and with a smile. I have had no response from the male family members. The daughter has sent a picture of a dress "Betty Draper" style with "Madonna" breast cups. The photographer suggested maybe everyone throwing a football around for a good picture. Hello! Did you not get the e-mail that the husband is wearing a suit and tie ? The Hallmark moment is over. Hurry up and take the damn picture!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Random Crap

I don't post for two months and I get a follower. Maybe I should never post. Then I may get a gazillion followers. I went dress shopping yesterday. How depressing! Even if I were a size 2 again styles are either dowdy or slutty. There doesn't seem to be an in between. Then you add double digits to your dress size and things get even more gloomy. After attempting to zip up way too many dresses that made me look way old or way fat I quit. I have an army tent I can wear. I bought some "to die for" shoes that I am going "to die in" just by walking. I went to Bare Essentials for smoky eye make up with a complimentary lip color. I figure all the focus will be on my eyes,lips, and feet instead of my fat ass. I drove home vowing to become a size 2 again. To start this process I had for dinner - a string cheese, a banana, 20 tortilla chips, three ice cream sandwiches, and 2 jumbo glasses of white wine. I feel skinnier already!

Older

I just returned from a quilting retreat. There are various ages attending but mainly women over 50. This is my fourth retreat. The last night there is always a banquet. While sitting at my table waiting for the banquet to begin I people watched. An elderly husband was holding his elderly wife's hand weaving through all the tables to get to their table. Another elderly woman with a cane came barreling through the crowd and right into the couple. She kept plowing through with her cane as the wife tottered back and forth with the husband desperately hanging onto to her hand. The elderly woman with the cane won. She got to her seat first.

So much for being back

I haven't posted since 11/24. I still only have 17 followers. And I am never going to be blog of note or the month or anything. I have been on a diet and weigh more now than when my diet started. My Christmas decorations aren't put away. My hair is out of control. No matter how I get it cut it looks boring. Whine. Whine. Whine. To top it all I saw in the paper where I can get vaginal and vulva rejuvenation. Another thing to worry about.

Dog Park

I am just back from the dog park. Shelley met an awesome miniature dachshund named Tinkerbell. Shelley fell in love. We met three standard poodles with dreadlocks. The chocolate one's dreadlocks were highlighted. The white one and black one were natural dreadlocks. By that I mean their dreadlocks weren't highlighted. It was pretty cool if I say so myself. Made me want a frozen drink and listen to a little reggae.