COOT CONNIPTIONS

I haven't posted anything in about a month. Probably. most of those who follow my blog have quit searching for anything new, and that's okay. Ultimately this blog, and most of what is written by most of us is written just because the writer has a need to express him/her self.
I came home from Washington State healthier than I have been in years. Helping my son move and doing my own moving pushed my body into doing things it had forgotten were possible. Every time I sat down at the computer, I felt that I was wasting "health" time that God had given me and that I had better get busy and do the real things.

At the same time, we faced real disappointments. We had a sales contract on our old house that was dependent on rezoning. We were cautiously optimistic because the people who wanted our house really wanted something to stabilize the neighborhood. Unfortunately the wonderful little neighborhood we moved into in 1975 has become a rental neighborhood for students. On our little three block street there are only two of the old owner residents, the rest of the homes are essentially mini-dormitories. In spite of our optimism, when the case went before the city council three near-bye residents and one from several blocks away protested before the council and the zoning was rejected, so I am faced with doing what remodeling is necessary to get it ready as a rental. More STUFF to do and less urge to sit down at the computer.

Day before yesterday, I began to have a really intense pain in the area where my right hip meets the femur, and I haven't been able to sleep much for two nights. Since I hadn't done anything physical to justify the pain, I began to dream (in those moments when I COULD sleep) that I had bone cancer or some other terrible thing. (What can I say, I have written earlier about my ongoing hypochondria.) Suddenly there is less urge (mostly because I can't physically do it) to remodel, set up my sculpting studio, etc. etc., etc. This is what I call Coot habitually instigated pessimism, or CHIP (You all know my fondness for acronyms.). Today I broke down and went to the doctor who didn't have a clue what was wrong with me but sent me in for hip and joint XRays. I also got a prescription for lortabs, which I will resist taking except at night for sleeping.

The stupid thing is that once I got the X rays and the pills the pain decreased by fifty percent. I am not sure whether I am thrilled or disappointed. What kind of hypochondriac can build up a good nightmare about a pain that begins to feel better after one series of X rays.

Anyway I went for two days without doing any constructive thing to either house and the world didn't come to an end, so it seemed like a good time to sit down and blow off a little steam on the computer. The fact that the pain got so much better so easily means that my little rant won't even get any sympathy from anyone. What fun is that. Maybe if I insert a "sob, sob" somewhere up above? Naaah! Anyway, I hope to use the newphysical me to finish about four posts that sit in my "word" file unfinished. We'll see.