My Dad turned 80 years old today. I have to say that he's gotten easier to get along with as he's aged, for which I am grateful. I told him today that I have enjoyed these last few years, hanging out with him and getting better acquainted. I told him no mushy stuff, and he said he didn't intend any but that he had enjoyed the time, too. So he knows.
We drove to the town where we both went to high school to have lunch with my nephew. He doesn't look good at all, he almost died during this past year. I'm not sure what the problem was, he has the same issues I do with bloating except his was worse, and he's lost about 120 pounds cutting out all of the sodium from his life. And I mean all of it. He's been living on asparagus and potatoes because they were the only foods that didn't cause him pain. It's an extreme diet and not one that I recommend, except it did save his life. It took him a long time to find a doctor who would, or could, help him, too, so he was on the brink of systemic organ failure when he finally got the right person. Today's lunch was the first full meal he's eaten in a year and it exhausted him. He is 34 years old and, frankly, he looks older than I do. And he has huge ears!! I never noticed that before. Dad and I had a chuckle about that while the nephew was paying the bill. I am glad that I got to see him, he's on a restricted license from past discrepancies with the law so going to that town is the only way to get in a visit.
I have an appointment with a rheumatologist next Wednesday, I'm hoping for a name and a plan so that I can start to feel better. My heartburn has subsided since I quit eating nightshade, so I'm hoping the potato/asparagus diet isn't on the menu. I know, I can start this on my own and I have, better choices and avoiding the foods that cause the heartburn has significantly reduced the antacid intake. And, coincidentally, stopped the swelling in my feet somewhat. I just want it gone altogether.
Some good news! I don't know if I told you but I got three monarch caterpillars on the milkweed this year, two of them have died and disappeared, so I brought the third one into the house; it seems that only 5% of them survive to maturity in the wild and 5% of three doesn't equal a whole butterfly. Today, I got up to find Fred suspended from the silken anchor for his chrysalis! Yes, there is going to be a butterfly. The unfortunate news is that he built in a corner, but I am going to research and see what I need in there for him to migrate to the middle so he can spread his wings for proper drying. I'm very excited and very anxious to have this succeed, and if you look closely you'll see that his web goes from the milkweed stem to the top of the cage, so I don't know how to get that apparatus moved. Maybe, I just had a thought, maybe I can find a way to get him to a safe place outside for the great rebirth and suspend the cage top from something so he's dangling free... I just have to be there to keep the parasitic wasps away while he's drying.
I guess that's it for today. I just finished a sangria and Sprite, my ankles aren't pleased but the spanish rice already did them in so it's okay, and I'm falling asleep at the keyboard.
Have fun out there.