Tuesday, December 31, 2019

I won’t live until the end of 2020. It just isn’t possible.

Good afternoon, boys and girls … and happy New Year’s Eve! It’s 6:30 p.m., I’m watching the Thin Man movie marathon on TCM and Sam is asleep on the sofa. I’ll try to be brief about my health complaints today. They include: 1) my knees are killing me and I’m stiff as a board; 2) my taste buds are completely destroyed, which means everything tastes like wallpaper paste; and 3) I can’t think of anything else right now so I’ll just post the following graphic …


Incidentally, health complaint number two (see list in the first paragraph) may not apply any more because I haven’t eaten anything yet today and don’t know if my taste buds are functioning or not. I just asked Sam to make me some food for dinner — seasoned potato wedges and a frozen grilled hamburger patty from Costco — and I’ll let you know how this turns out.* Please stay tuned.

I’m pleased to report that my taste buds are alive and well tonight! Dinner was delicious even though I couldn’t eat even half the food on my plate. I tried to pawn it off on Sam but he wasn’t interested. Maybe next time …



Here we go … my last little herd of free fonts for 2019! There are only four tonight, but I know you’ll love them as much as I do. Three are display fonts, two of which are also layered (“Bang Bang” and “Blanket of Snow”), and one is a casual brush script (“Cute Hamster”) with a bouncing baseline. Download links appear below the font list. However, if you want “Blanket of Snow” you’ll have to request it directly from me via email because it was a freebie from Creative Market for their newsletter subscribers. Enjoy, everybody!




Thought y’all might like to see four of my newest cards in The Howdygram Store. I finally caught up with uploading new designs to my web store … at last! Now I can get back to my funny coffee mugs; I’ve got at least 30 designs, ready to go!




Know what? Last December when Sam and I celebrated New Year’s Eve I was pretty much convinced that I’d never live to see another one. At that point I’d already been under the care of a hospice for seven months, bedridden at home and fully catheterized, battling sepsis, cellulitis and a severe urinary tract infection with no hope of any improvement because I’m resistant to antibiotics. And here I am, a year and a half later, now with the following additional issues:
  • I’M NOT CATHETERIZED ANY MORE. Instead, I pish on myself in bed and request frequent changes of my “wee-wee pads” and diaper. Yes, it’s as disgusting as it sounds. And there’s no way I would try catheterization again because I still have those burning bladder spasms … from the same urinary tract infection I’ve had for at least four years.
  • MY SKIN COLOR IS MORE ACCURATELY A “PALLOR.” This means I look pale and decidedly unwell. My hospice R.N. made the observation a couple of days ago, and Sam has commented on it, too. Apparently the color of my skin has something to do with declining heart function.
  • I’M GETTING SKINNY. No explanation necessary, okay?
  • MY BLOOD PRESSURE IS VERY, VERY LOW. We check my blood pressure at least twice a day and it’s typically about 88/52, which is nowhere close to “normal.” Low blood pressure is slowly destroying my kidneys.
  • THE SKIN ON MY FEET HAS TURNED BLACK. My R.N. blames this on diabetes and advanced diabetic neuropathy, and I have no reason not to believe her. Diabetes is a hideous disease.
  • MY LEGS AND KNEES ARE KILLING ME. I’ve been virtually motionless in bed for the last 18 months, and the pain in my legs, knees and ankles is worse than ever. I can’t even slide either leg one inch in any direction without Sam’s help. For the last couple of days Sam has been massaging Bengay onto my kneecaps … and oh my God, it actually works!
All things considered, I’m convinced that I won’t live until the end of 2020. It just isn’t possible. I’ve got so many serious medical issues — almost too many to count — and no hope for recovery. Keep an eye on the Howdygram for more information and frequent health updates.



Thank you for reading this. I’ll do my best to remember the Alamo but I can’t guarantee anything.

No comments: