Cyc (Psych) is calling in cyc (sick) to the forum today.

I have the predictable result of painting my bedroom over the weekend.

48 hours after any repetitive work, I get these, for lack of a better word, migraines....but they are not migraines....it some gigantic spasm of my head, face,neck, shoulder, upper back,chest and arm, usually one sided..They tend to make me grumpy, so the best thing to do is shut the blinds, take my 'medicine' and as I do in this neck of the woods, get under 3 quilts, 6 pillows and a yellow dog. (It has to be the yellow one, the other two don't work). Oh and get a bucket near the bed.

We just made the news on the weather channel for breaking the all time record for snow for our area......77 inches and counting....if you live in the mountains or in Buffalo NY, this isn't a big deal, you get that much....it is a bit much for us....altho, not unheard of.

In the last 15 years our winters have been relatively mild, which made this disease tolerable..... I thought perhaps global warming had set in to stay and that this area would take on the climate of Arkansas or Kansas in my lifetime....I guess not. I was even contemplating relocating to Greenland....you know, where it is getting 'green'. Forget it....I think the new ice age has set in due to the Altantic Conveyer belt failing.

At least we did not break the record for cold yet....please God do not let this be the year we do that too.

I do not live in International Falls, nor in MN in general, they are my neighbors....gophers and badgers have a nice friendly rivalry....thought I would share this with you guys as they are not having a particularly easy time of things either.

It gives those of you who are fortunate enough to live south of a line thru Chicago an idea how exponentially worse it gets with each 50 mile north increment....I don't know why it works that way. In the mountains it seems to be every 1,000 feet up you get to a whole new climate range..... Now I would not do well with earthquakes, nor week after week of over 100 degree temps either, so no region has the corner on crummy climate...everybody seems to suffer at one time of the year or another.

Anyway, the walls are starting to talk to me now, so I am headed back to my cavern....I always recover to see a new day.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080212/...s/cold_weather

Have a good day....I gotta go find my yellow dog and bucket. Quick.

and stay warm! And take it easy on the painting - sounds like your body is doing a PN "you did too much" kick in the b#$$!

Cyclelops, sounds like you overdid it with the painting. My sisters and I joke that our family motto is "Excess is best" -- we always over-exercise, over-spend, over-eat, etc. Take it easy if you can. The yellow dog sounds like a good homeopathic remedy. And I can't imagine living in your weather...it was 70 degrees here today. But you are right -- in the summer we have to stay in our air-conditioned caves!

Reading about that cold makes me hurt.I am sorry you are feeling ill. That seems like a lot of work for a person without pain issues. What color is it?Take care and hope you are soaking in a nice bubble bath with coco and tiny marshmellows or hopping on a plane to a warm island. Ahh that sounds soothing.

Sounds like the PN, oh why did I do that,also when like when i lived in
Northern Mi. let alone anywhere in Mi. But it is so cold in Mo. that
darn frostt bite cold. No more painting when your yellow dog is hiding
in the bed while your looking for her-him,no matter get better..
Did you paint you bedroom a warm color..I've been putting off
calling the guy who does mine,also the guy who puts down my carpet,
my wood floors,forget the wallpaper with that Picc in my pit. Get
better C. Not sure why my son wants to live in Mn. oh yes his pretty
wife...Hugs to your head Sue

I buy you books and all you do is eat the covers!!!! I don't know what in the world made you think you could paint a room. Good Grief Girl! You are fragile right now and I know this effort has taken a great toll. But I think I of everyone can understand the urges that made you do this.

Now..be very very kind to yourself for a few days. It's a tiny bit like making a 100 mile ride to the doctor, then talking your husband into stopping for lunch, then talking him into stopping at my jewelry suppliers store and shopping for new things, husband waiting in the car with his newspaper. I was to call his cellphone and have him drive down the hill to pick me up. The handicapped parking in the front of the place was filled. So I call him and the cell phone isn't turned on. I walk up the hill and climb 40 steps to the parking lot. Then last night it stormed and I have to sleep on the couch with my little dog who is terrified of storms. (don't ask, long story)

Now I'm wondering why I can't move today. And my Indomethacin is being stopped for the next two weeks to prepare for the eye surgery.

I have a tiny image of how you are suffering. Keep the fumes away from you. Vent it or something. I know it's much too cold to open the windows. And please no more painting until Spring. It's all Glenn's fault for telling you to run naked with the wolves. You couldn't find wolves so you tackled paint. Good Grief Charlie Brown.

Billye

Here's a nice note for you. Last nite, I gor a phone call from a freind who retired about a year ago. He lives in Honduras, now. A little place called Roatan. I'm not sure if its on a map. He asked what the temp was, I said 29. He said they were going thru a cold spell, too. A bit of rain and 83, water temp 86, trade winds fair. He's going scuba diving tomorrow. They have a 45' center cockpit motor sailer and take vacationers out for a week at a time. He also helps manage a beach side hotel. I'm jealous. A cold spell at 83 degrees !! I could throttle him.

Thank you all well wishers, but I never stay down for long.....heh, heh. It wasn't the fumes...it was me...I am not 'right'.

Sorry about the book covers Billye....can't help it....I am a bad dog.

And yes, let's blame Glenn...it was all his idea...the wolves were his idea... so was the tongue and the mailbox... Which incidentally I decided against, as I thought the EMS might get mad given all the snow and stuff...didn't want them to call out the plow first... which on occassion they have to do...I figured if the plow came first, the mailbox would be gone, and I would be with all the other roadkill, down the road, in the neighbor's driveway...along with empty bottles of our 'official state beverage'....and my neighbor would be out there looking to see if there was anything left in the bottles.

(It's ok Glenn....I won't hold any of this against you.)

This kind of 'episode' has been happening for 20 years or so....any repetitive motion brings this on....if I have no 'good stuff' at home I have to hit the ER...or if it lasts 3 days, I have to go to the ER because I dehydrate. I don't throw up, I erupt. I can hit a target 10 feet away. I am the artillery of vomitting.

If I go to the ER, they always give me that little basin and I say, "You have got to be kidding, bring me the tub thing, that stack of paper towels, and 'CLEAR'." For a week afterwards I have a 6 pack....my abs...LOL. Of course, I can't move I am so sore.

I could hit a target 10 feet away....I aim for the smiley faced pain scale....number '10' in English 'Worst Pain Ever'....in Spanish, something about 'dolor'...anyway, the red faced guy that looks distressed, I aim for him.

They come running back with the 'anti-emetic' while some poor nurse stands downwind and tries to get an IV in....After they get the anti-puke drug in I get the good stuff....see, no one wants to clean up the track to Mr. Smiley face pain scale. ( I don't blame them---once I got this after having chile)

They started me on Baclofen (oral-obvioulsy)....so far so good....amazing how it takes down the spasms....even my feet ones, which have nothing to do with painting...I am good, but not that good.

Baclofen working on this, is interesting and perhaps a bit diagnostic. However, Baclofen does enhance other meds, so, right now, even Darvon makes me loopy....gotta watch what I take and when...it is wearing off a bit, now, so, I suppose I will have to take something substantial before tonight.

As far as fragile, Billye, 'Fragile' is in my china cabinet, and just sits there looking pretty. I am 'cute', but my looks won't carry me far anymore...add my medical problems and I don't think I would have a dating pool if I were ever single. One look in the linen closet and if the guy didn't run, he would be a keeper....or else kinky.....well, luckily, I am not in the dating pool....I could fool the unsuspecting fella....not many folks with what ever in the heck I got, go running with wolves, nor painting 'Ostrich Feather' on their walls. Since I do not know for sure what it is I have, I can do this stuff.....PN is not enough of a reason not to paint....nor run semiclothed with raw meat strapped to my behind and run with wolves.

I am far to cantakerous and ADHD to ever be fragile...I will go out running with wolves, or the mountain lion, which we really do have here....official DNR press release. I knew I saw one in 1990, and they all told us we were nuts....NOW, NOW we have one...they even tested the urine...yep, mountain lion...we have no mountains, so I don't know why he likes it here...must be good eatin'. Must hit the dumpsters on Friday nights after Fish Fries.

I did see a wolf, twice, same place up north of here about 100 miles....where we used to live......saw him twice, same place and same time, 5am on my way to MN.

Coyotes were out last week....in force....
my dogs were out at the same time, doing duty, and the dumb things didn't even see them and they were inside my lot line...prints were still there (no more---not after that last big snow---looks more like the dunes at the beach)....

Hubby saw them (he sees everything out there--my son has his vision, which brought him home alive from Iraq---they even asked him if he wanted to be a sniper---he said 'no'),

Anyway hubby ran out there, apparently unafraid of coyotes, because, 'yellow dog' didn't come back and was out of visual range in the dark....so he went running out to rescue her...the dopey boy dogs sat there all foamy and drooling for a bone because they did their duty. I have underground electrical fencing for dogs, so I dont have to worry....my dogs go nowhere.

They are hunting coyotes lately, so they are running all over. They must have decided to migrate to the woods near us...Yellow dog was fine, she came back....she just wanted privacy to go. At times I think she shares my issues.

We are under an uncharacteristically deep blanket of snow...going on 80 plus inches for the year, and our big snow month is March....gee can hardly wait...more coming tomorrow, plus a 3 dog night predicted tomorrow night. I dunno, somewhere in the actual temp of -10 range. Our lowest ever was an unofficial -60 actual temp in Rice Lake, WI....the official was a bit warmer, but I believe Rice Lake. Hasn't gotten that cold in decades, and likely won't unless the Atlantic Conveyor stops due to Greenland glaciers melting....

Boy I would love to be an archeologist in Greenland....it once supported 22 churches and a cathedral...back in the day, around the year 1000AD.

Bob---what is wrong with your friend......83 degree's cold??? Send me his pic, next time I get sick, and I will aim for IT.

Oh, and the quote for the day, which we all endeavor to live by:

Far better it is to dare mighty things,
to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure,
than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.

Theodore Roosevelt
26th president of US (1858 - 1919)

Picture me with my paint roller riding a bike and toting a can of 'Ostrich Feather' Dutch Boy.... On second thought....don't.

Thanks for all your concerns....you can see, I survived with only minimal brain damage.

folks who live in warm climes ALWAYS tell you how wonderful it is there! Except in the summer, ever notice that?
Always blame all 'lapses' on the meds...it's a legitimate excuse. Very legit.
As for the 'womiting'? As Grommit would say...I'd aim for their shoes! That way you leave a lasting souvenier and good memory! I don't know but it's probably better than it coming out elsewhere - You would have to ask Kmeb about that issue.

Here, weatherwise? Had to go out for the annual Dexa test...Warming up the car...Ice 1/2-1/2" on all windows. YUCK! Surprised I'd gotten the key in the door and the beast started....did the 'lever' for the electric windows and whad'ya know? I had another window? OF ICE! Kind of therapeutic to KNOCK it all out! Our weather twidgies here got it all WRONG for our forecast! Got about 1/2" ice where none should be...supposed to get rain. I'd be running around screaming in frustrations too at this time, IF: a] I could run, and b] It wasn't do danged slippy slidey!
I do believe the weather gods wherever they may be are taking revenge on us for something...sure wish I knew what.. However, we did have a whole 'flock' of robins here late last week! Hope they aren't icicles somewhere now..this is super early for them!
TROPICAL THOUGHTS TO ALL!!!! - j

Wow! That is something. I would LOVE to see all of that snow... I miss it sooo much... I know... I know... I am not shoveling it now... Well, I did miss it when my Dad was shoveling it... Not telling age here, but those were in the days when girls could not wear jeans or slacks to school, when you were freezing to death...

A couple of items here possibly worth questioning... About Glenn... I know I have missed reading some posts, and am having a, eh, somewhat hard time tying together wolves, a tongue and a mailbox... Maybe I shouldn't even ask about this one...

And then we have Billye:

"Then last night it stormed and I have to sleep on the couch with my little dog who is terrified of storms. (don't ask, long story)"

Now this would be an interesting subject. Are we not supposed to ask about why hubby made you sleep on the couch, or why your little dog is terrified of storms...

Ahhh... Deep in the heart of Texas, it is 56 degrees here, the sun is shining, I wish I were somewhere laying out in the sun, but my bathing suit swore it would leave home, if I ever tried to cram myself into it again... Maybe Bob's friend will invite us all down for a PN recovery week...

You guys better take it easy. You know you are going to PAY tomorrow...

Cathie