Relax...

I've been ordered instructed by my doctor to figure out a way to relax on a regular basis. Well, not quite as plainly as that. She said that my blood pressure is a bit high and that they need to see 3 high readings in a row before they are inclined to take steps since she's new to me and all. I have another appointment next month to see those blood-sucking leeches nice folks at the family doctor's office. I'm hoping the queen will be willing to assist me with those relaxation techniques. Perhaps I can convince her that having chicken multiple times a week is a suggestion prescription from our doctor! :) That would be nice...

Wish me luck!

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Long Weekend

It's been a long weekend already and the 3rd day hasn't even started. :) I've been doing things around the house and attempting to rest and enjoy the holiday a bit. The vegetable garden is in and doing well so far - though we received 2 more tomato plants this evening and I plan to add them to the garden tomorrow evening.

I plan to do some painting tomorrow and will paint the accent wall of the master bedroom as well as the walls of the upstairs hallway. This is after I've made breakfast for the family since I slacked a bit this morning. :)

Anyway, this will be a short post as I want to do some prep for tomorrow's painting task. Thos post has been brought to you by H, D, L, and the number 6.

Of Doctors and things...

I have been remiss in my duty of informing you all of what's going on here in our little kingdom. You all have my apologies for that. The truth is that there's nothing much to tell other than I've gotten our garden very nearly complete and my sore throat is interesting in it's ability to avoid diagnosis. :)

The garden was finally tilled thanks to a nice neighbor that allowed us to borrow their tiller. I have planted our strawberries, pumpkins, tomatoes, bell peppers, corn, peas, onions, and carrots. I'll be planting the cucumbers and zucchini after work tomorrow. :) After tomorrow, it's just a matter of keeping the garden weeded and watered. We'll have some veggies in just under 2 months.

As for the sore throat, I noticed a very mild case of sore throat when I woke up in the mornings early last week. It was so insignificant, that upon getting out of bed I completely forgot about it. On Thursday about mid-morning, it suddenly became a jagged knife stabbing me in the front of my throat whenever I swallowed anything. It was so bad that I decided to go to the doctor so I could get it diagnosed. It hurt so much that I didn't eat lunch and instead went to the doc in the middle of the afternoon. If you know anything about me, then you know that I rarely go to the doctor, and that it had to be pretty painful to send me running to a doctor. Do you know what the doctor said? Of course, you don't - you weren't there! :) But I've already given you enough information already in this post that you'll guess the message if not the exact delivery. They can't find anything wrong and all the tests they ran came back negative. She told me to take OTC meds for the pain and sent me on my way.

I've been dealing with the stabbing pains since then and they have actually eased a bit since then. Hopefully, it really is nothing, though I'd like to see them find something so there's an explanation for it at least. I know the vampires certainly took enough blood to study - or maybe it was to make mixed drinks. Sheesh!

Anyway, that's all for this post. I'll do better with posting. :)

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Oops!

Apparently, I'm more at fault that I gave myself credit for the issues last Friday. To all parties involved, you have my apologies...

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Happy Birthday...

Warning! This post is a downer. Unless you want to be abruptly and unceremoniously ripped down from your life high, move right along.

You have been warned...

So I officially turned "One Year Older than Dirt" a few days ago. Better than the alternative, I suppose. Anyway, I knew there was a reason I HATED birthdays and this birthday helped to solidify that feeling. The Queen became livid pissed at me for helping pick up a room after I got home from taking the Princess to baseball practice. Then, she screams at me to inform me that dinner's ready. It wasn't a pleasant experience. The net result is that she's yelling/screaming at me shortly before her family is supposed to come over and wish me Happy Birthday. I put on my "Hey, how's everybody doing?" mask and pretend nothing ever happened. I'm guessing that I did/didn't do/say something that pushed her over the edge. I can only guess because we haven't spoken much since then. I don't know why she became so angry, but I was the target, and that doesn't feel so good nor does it seem very fair to me. That's part of marriage, right?

I think I'd appreciate it if there is no celebration for any of my future birthdays. Don't get me wrong. I appreciate the fact that people WANT to celebrate, but it seems that my birthday celebrations always tend to devolve into something I don't want to remember.

My apologies to all of you for posting something that is bound to bring you all down. Next year, I'll treat my birthday as what it is - just another day.

I did get some nice presents, but I still don't feel particularly good about the event.

This post was brought to you by the letters R, A, T, E, D, and the number 4 (out of 10).