Monday, Monday

Another trip to Dallas to see the eye specialist.  They told me that losing vision in low light is part of the disease progression. While we were there I saw a woman with a white cane. She gave her phone voice commands similar to the ones I give to Siri. She seemed calm and confident, self-assured in spite of, or perhaps because of her handicap.

Boogered my back a couple of days ago. Tylenol, a heating pad and soaking in the tub are helping. The lidocaine patch I used last night didn't help at all, but will try it again tonight.

I made a new purse day before yesterday. It's floral and the colors are black, browns and golds. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to make them. For years I would sew and/or crochet purses. Then I had children and the free time for that hobby went away. I have enough fabric and accessories to make about half a dozen purses, all different colors and styles. Also, there's enough yarn to make several. It feels so great to find things that I can do.

I plan to get on Facebook in the next few days and do something that I'd rather not do. So many friends and relatives are posting political things, not anything good about who they like, but nasty hateful posts about the other candidate. I've counted over 50 each day, and enough is enough. I'm going to block people and unfriend a few. Once the elections are over I'll see how I still feel about it.

Not sure how to handle the posts that guilt trip you. The ones that say "share if you love Jesus, ignore if you don't". Sorry, to me, religion is a private thing. I don't carry on about it on Facebook or in public. To each his own, I guess.

Mom is done with her second week of chemo. One more week of it and then a week off before it resumes again. She's still hoping to go home, and I hope that she will. She's so independent and loves living her own schedule and doing as she wishes. At 70 she should be able to. The whole hospital and now nursing home thing is tough on her. No privacy, she can't come and go as she pleases, no room for her books and movies or the things that make wherever you live a home. As much as nursing homes charge monthly, each person should have a nice sized room of their own, with the furniture that they want, the colors that they want painted, and the things that they enjoy around them. It's only right, and it would be good for the patients. Also maybe they would have more visitors if their environment wasn't so depressing. Just sayin'.