I've been battling some health demons (sounds rather Joan of Arc-ish doesn't it...battling health demons)since the end of last week. It's nothing serious, just zaps all my energy. I can't tell if one of all of the following conditions is present:

1. Dealing with the side effects from
discontinuing some of my medications that
buildt up to toxic levels just before
Christmas

2. Having a gradual recurrence of symptoms
from the condition that the medications I was
taking treated

3. Catching something

I saw one of my wide array of health professionals for a previously scheduled follow-up visit Monday. I started a new medication last night. Taking a new anything is always a risky proposition for me, I am extremely sensitive (not necessarily allergic, but I'm not taking it again) to a wiiiiide variety of chemicals. So I had trouble getting to sleep, nervous as to how my body would react.

Last night was the second late night I'd had coming from a week of increasingly fitful sleep--another symptom of increasing biological imbalance.

Good news, I am tolerating the new med well--so far, so good. And unlike some of my previous medications, results should be realized in a week or less (I hate it when something takes 4-6 weeks to become effective).

My ta da list is very short for the past week, but I've had to be content to get morning/evening routines accomplished and bust a little clutter here and there.

Unfortunately, I've been too bushed to post but I've stopped by to read other's news. Jennye, my thoughts have been with you.

Other than looking forward to an early evening as I'm seriously overdrawn at the sleep bank and they've denied me any more zzz credit, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop with the dog.

I went to the grocery store yesterday. I came home, unloaded the car, and got the ice cream into the freezer before heeding nature's call. Unfortunately, nature required that I couldn't get back to the groceries for quite awhile. Being preoccupied with my impending biological functions, I didn't pay too much attention where I dropped the food bags in the kitchen. As a result, the bag with raw meat ended up on a chair...a chair well within snout and jaw distance for my dog.

Betsy, my Brittany, greatly enjoyed with the smoked ham hock--including the bones--to which she treated herself. By the time I was able to return to the kitchen, she was starting to remove the second hock from the package. She was rather thirsty last night and required a late night trip outside. Otherwise, I am waiting.....for further results.

It's a good thing I was better at child-proofing than I have been at dog-proofing. Betsy's been with me for about 18 months and has consumed several contraband items with some mostly inconvenient and thankfully not serious ramifications. (The worst was the evening she ate an entire raw ribeye steak, she was very happy and promptly waddled off to bed. You see digestion requires a great deal of her energy! The consequences arrived the next afternoon.)

If I'd been this bad with my kids, they wouldn't have survived. I wonder if there's a "puppy poison control" hotline? LOL.

Blues Gal Lisa