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Well this will be a popourri of news updates, if I have any readers left, after my prolonged (but necessary) absence. I am feeling quite a bit better, though still weak and battling a few symptoms. Some of the most worrisome ones are the side effects of the 2nd antibiotic. I was down to the last 2 pills. I took one of them, and about 3 hours later, in the bend of the elbow, I started swelling  just above the joint. It became very tender, and the other side was tender also, though not as swollen. I was already experiencing some discomfort just above the  back of the knee joint on the right side. It started a few days into the Avelox, and never really resolved itself.  So, being quite a bit concerned, I opted NOT to take the last pill. I wasn’t too worried, since I had already had 7 days of Clarithromycin, and 9 days of Avelox (a quinolone.) The Avelox also made me dizzy (enough that I couldn’t drive) and it gave me a dull headache. Quinolones are associated with some serious ruptured tendon issues, as well as central nervous system side effects. And, as I mentioned before, they seem to be the only drugs my doctor is familiar with.  (LOL!) The Clarithromycin was given by an ER doctor. At any rate, I haven’t had my follow-up appointment yet–it’s later this month. I suffered one whole day of nausea and extreme dizziness after stopping the drug. It was horrible, but by the next day, I was better. I know that when you have an upper respiratory infection, you can develop secondary infections, and inner ear problems that can cause dizziness as well.

The latest news on Chelsea, is that Rob contacted her birth dad (per her request), who was very quiet on the phone. He wasn’t all that excited to be contacted, but Chelsea called him a couple of days later, and at least made a connection of her own. She found out that she has a 16 year old half brother, who apparently didn’t know about her. I assume that at some point, she will visit where they live in Kansas, though there are no plans at this time. (The whole thing was decidedly anti-climatic after the fiasco with her mom this past Christmas.) She seemed a little disappointed that he wasn’t more excited to hear from her, but I think if you consider the past situation, and that he divorced her mom before Chelsea was placed for adoption, then it is clear that he was never very involved in her life from the start. So we’ll see how this one goes. Only time will tell.

Rob had to go over to my mom’s to have her sign some papers for him to resign as POA. He had been working on resolving some Medicaid issues for her, from her time in the nursing home, and needed  the POA until that was finished. He was able to show my brother that I had already resigned in early November. (I just wanted out quickly.) He said that he got a cool reception from my brother, and that my mother was angry and rather snarly-(my word.) He stated that she did not seem happy at all. I assume that her life is vastly different without me in it. I took her shopping, out to eat, and all her doctor appointments, as well as anywhere else she wanted or needed to go. Now I assume the lady who watches her during the day is responsible for those things, while my brother is at work. I don’t really know, but after hearing how they treated Rob, it answers a lot of questions. I figured that if she ever thought of me, it was probably in anger, and that is most likely the case.  I guess they deserve each other-two angry and tormented people. Still, I pray for them, and pray that I will be able to forgive somehow all the hurt that they have caused. Every day gets a little better, and I get a little stronger emotionally. I’m moving on with my life, little by little, and I’m grateful for simple victories.

Another update-my collectibles indoor flea market booth is doing a LOT better, now that I finally have had some time to devote to it. I made a profit both January and February (after paying my rent), and the owner is quite satisfied with that. I have really worked to keep the booth stocked, and looking nice. (I honestly think I would pay to do it, as I enjoy it all so much. I love shopping for merchandise, and decorating the booth, and displaying things. I call my business “Ribbons and Roses.” ) It’s just a small booth, but you would be surprised how much it can hold! It is something that is fun for me, and a great escape from stress.

I’ve been doing lots of freelance writing for pay, and that has kept me very busy. Hey, I’m getting rich and have no time to spend it. (Just kidding.) I’m not getting rich by any means, but it does provide me with some extra spending money, which I greatly enjoy! And it provides me with more writing experience all the time, which looks good on a resume. I just enjoy writing, and always have. To be paid for it is a terrific bonus!

I hope to start writing in my blog more often again, now that I’m feeling better. For now, that’s my life, and I feel a greater urgency than ever to truly start living it…


Today I worked in my flea market booth awhile.  I had been there Friday evening as well, and spent my time dusting, and straightening things, before meeting Rob for dinner at a neighborhood Greek restaurant. Today I removed my old worn out rug, and put down a new one. It’s an indoor flea market, and it gets lots of traffic, so rugs don’t last long.

You should have seen me trying to move things off of the old rug, and trying to remove it from the booth. (My booth has many breakable items, as do the nearby booths.) A couple of things in my booth did hit the floor, but none broke. A miracle!

Down went the new rug, and soon everything was back in place. I have been selling collectibles for many years now, at several different places. I used to have booths in antique stores only, or my coffeehouse, Crossroads. (I had quite a few shelves there.) But one day, I discovered this indoor flea market in our town, and I noticed that it got business year round, not just in tourist season, like so many of the other stores. Eventually I moved out of the antique store that I had been in for 6 or 7 years. It was in an area about an hour from my house, near Pensacola. Several really bad hurricanes hit our town (and the surrounding ones) for a couple of years in a row, and it just stopped the tourist traffic for quite awhile. So I wasn’t making much money there anymore, and it was so far to travel. This indoor flea market is in my town, and I can go whenever I like, and I’m able to frequently restock and straighten my booth. (Since I’m not Moderator on the Grief Board anymore, I should have a little more time. That was very time consuming.)

I love shopping at thrift stores, estate sales, garage sales, etc. I have found so many beautiful, inexpensive bargains over the years, that it has been a challenge deciding what to keep, and what to sell. I guess I like the hunt, and I like to arrange things in my booth. The husband of one of the ladies there remarked that it’s kind of like little girls playing tea party. (Very perceptive comment.) I think it is quite like that.

The name of my booth is Ribbons and Roses. It’s not all that big, but you wouldn’t believe how much I can get in it. I have several white bookcase shelves, a kiosk shelf that came with the booth, and my beautiful mirrored shelves. My husband had the idea to buy some of the wired white shelves, and then have them fitted for mirrors on each shelf area. It makes the glassware reflect so beautifully! I just have two of those in my booth now, because it is much smaller than my previous booth. I brought the others home (two of them.) I couldn’t part with those.

I like to have a Victorian theme. So for some of the shelves, I use hatboxes to display some of my things, like teapots, teacups, gloves, and bouquets of flowers. I love anything girly or feminine.  I also use those cute, decorative little cardboard type suitcases. I put tissue paper in them, and then place my items inside, and display them with the top open. It is so much fun (and a LOT of work!) It’s funny, one day a young man peeped into my booth, took one look, and said, “No testosterone in there!” LOL!

My house is decorated with Victorian touches, though it’s not a Victorian house. (I wish, I wish!) But I love roses, candles, china, teapots, teacups, beautiful throw blankets, lovely pieces of lace, bed trays, cake plates from the depression era, vintage jewelry, shawls, and things like that. (My husband is fine with it, bless his heart.) Grin. 🙂

Tomorrow I will begin to clean house again. So much to do, and it will take awhile. (Much longer than a day, because I have let it get away from me lately.) Then we have so many repairs, and so much reconstruction in the days ahead. I have to remind myself that a little at a time is how it’s all done. (We have not yet replaced our carpet from the flood.) Our family room still has the old carpet, but without the padding, and it needed to come out even before the flood. We’ve had all our carpet for years and years, and it is a bit of a disgrace in places. But the thought of moving all my knick knacks and breakables, to change it out, is exhausting. But we need to. So a little at a time, right?

Working in my Victorian booth today was an escape from all the stresses that I have endured lately, and I have to say that I really, really enjoy being a girl…woman…girl…

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