I’m ba-ack! Okay, I’ve been back since Sunday night, but I’m back to blogging now, too. I just haven’t felt up to blogging; even now, I blog out of a sense of guilt, not out of any sense of having anything to say.
Our flight home was uneventful, thankfully. I was wedged into the back of a plane (never again will I sit in the back, unless it is absolutely necessary, like it was this time) with a crying baby behind me and one in front of me. In addition, there was a small child with the same family behind me who was constantly being yelled at by his mom during the flight. I won’t get into parenting observations right now… The security line in Phoenix was long enough that we blew our two hour lead time and made it to the gate with 15 minutes to spare before the plane boarded! But then, the security lines at Philly can get pretty ugly, too.
We were so glad to get home Sunday night, until Terry realized that he must have left his camera bag on the economy parking bus. $1500 worth of camera equipment and he never expected to see it again. I, however, had a really good feeling about it and bugged him to look up the phone numbers to try and track the bag down. Good thing I kept bugging, because he eventually got to the central Lost & Found where they informed him that he was in luck because they had his bag! Truly, very good luck on our part. So, we made the hour-long (each way) trip back up to the Philadelphia airport on Monday afternoon and Terry returned a happy and amazed camper, with his camera bag in tow. Next time, a luggage tag will be attached to the bag, as soon as I buy another one. Granted, it’s fully insured on our homeowner’s policy, but who wants to have to file the claim and go through the hoops of buying another camera, batteries, charger, memory cards, lenses (it’s a digital SLR camera), etc., plus lose all of the photos that you had taken? Not I!
We picked Phoebe up from the kennel first thing Tuesday morning and received a very good report card. She behaved quite well for them and everyone loved her. The only thing she didn’t do well with was the bath that we had her get before we brought her home. The bathing part was fine, but she was “naughty” for them for the nail clipping and brushing part. Next time, I’ll skip the bath and give it to her myself when we get home. Why else would I have gone through the trouble of clipping her nails before we left? I would have saved her the trauma and asked them to skip it, had I known. As for brushing, she’s not usually THAT bad, but if it’s not done in increments, she starts snapping a bit. Not that she’s ever bitten someone (that’s a big no-no in our household), but she gets rather cranky, that’s for sure. So, I brought home a pamphlet about getting your dog adjusted to brushing. I even stopped at a pet store yesterday and brought home a new brush and comb for her. We’ll see how she does.
On a different front, the tiredness that has plagued me for months continues. Right now, I’m doing the countdown until I can leave work, go home and take a nap. Although, I might have to defer the nap as there are some bills that need to go out soon and, at this rate, they’ll never go out! I am so tired of being so tired. I guess it’s time to have a chat with the psychiatrist and see if any of my medications are contributing to the problem. This just has to stop. I got up this morning with no desire to get out of bed whatsoever. In fact, if I hadn’t rolled over and checked my email on my BlackBerry to see that there was a problem that I needed to fix, I probably would have chosen to go back to sleep. I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this! While I’m doing well at work, I feel like a slacker just because I constantly feel like I need a nap. Whenever I accomplish something big, I tend to say to myself, “okay, I can go home now.” I’ve even contemplated going out to my car and taking a nap. *sigh*
As always, though, this too shall pass. I remain optimistic and look forward to the day when I can go back to stitching nearly every night, instead of barely clinging to consciousness.
More from me tomorrow, as I have photos to share, two SBQs to catch up on and a piece of stash to sell. I accidentally picked up something while I was in Arizona that I already had at home and didn’t realize it. Whoops! That’s a sign that you have too much stash, folks! 😆
I’m with you on the tired thing, Jenna!
Seriously, I know how irritating it is to feel exhausted all the time. And for me, I feel like I’m missing about 70% of my brain, too. Your doc has ruled out medical origins and drug interactions, I assume. Have you thought of alternative routes, like acupuncture, light therapy, dietary overhauls? Probably you have …. See, I can’t think of anything with that measly 30% I’ve got left! 😉
Glad to hear all went well and that you’re ALL home safe and sound, including Phoebe and the camera bag. It’s truly amazing that it was all returned!
I don’t know how it would interact with the medications, but maybe ask about taking some B vitamins. I know I definitely can feel the difference when i don’t take mine. They give me a little more energy without making me jittery, so maybe that might help?
I’m glad to hear that Terry got his photography equipment back. That would have stunk if it was gone. Regarding the tired thing-have you been tested for anemia? It’s just a thought.
Jenna, I’m so glad Terry got his photo equipment back! Saved a ton of hassle. 🙂
Hugs and prayers as you endeavor to get to get answers about your ongoing battle with fatigue.
I don’t know if I have a URL…
What about Chronic Fatigue Syndrome? What about the dreaded “F” word? (NO, the OTHER one!)
What about anemia, as someone else mentioned?
Being tired is one thing, but this is seriously affecting your life. Start with your PCP?
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da moo
So glad you made it back home ok and Phoebe did well. I used to live in Phoenix, but have only spent a very little time in Flagstaff. You would probably HATE Texas for all its weird weather and humid heat. It does wonders for your hair, let me tell you! I hope that you can get the chronic fatigue controlled…that is no fun.