Cycling

No, not bicycling.

Part of this guaifenesin protocol is to keep a symptom journal. It helps you see trends that might otherwise go unnoticed. I keep weight, weather, meds I took, and how I felt or slept in it. Except, I didn't keep it out west. The notebook kept getting buried or used for scrap paper (:)). Then, I didn't start when I got home.

Today it was soooo hard to make myself swim. My legs ache. My sleep is not refreshing. While swimming anyway (just 3/4 of a mile instead of a mile), I thought that I felt like this yesterday. And on monday (when I only swam 1/2 of a mile). I can't remember Sunday.

OH!!!!! I am cycling my legs. That is what is going on. It won't be forever. I have cycled depression, sleep (many times), even migraines (like 6 in 2 weeks, then none). Now that I know what it is, I can deal with it.

Cycling, BTW, means that the fibro as it helps, works on different areas. They get better and worse. Eventually you will be done with that area. It can last a short time or a long time, but it is a sign that this protocol is working. Also, eventually, the good times are longer than the bad times.

pests

We saw one (1) japanese beetle on the underside of a grape leaf. David crunched it. I bought a beetle trap. After only a few hours we had more than 30-40 beetles. Yuck.

The beard

So, I don't like the beard. I really REALLY didn't like it. Besides making him look older, I had this strong repugnance. I finally figured it out. It makes him look like this guy
. This guy, who presented this (See #7).

The beard is gone.

Some Portland Pictures

This is Jacob. This is Sammy, getting ready for an overnight campout. They went fishing and he caught a crayfish and a trout. Ryan came home with all the makings for sword fighting. It reminded me of Kevin. Also of monty python: "I cut off your leg" "Tis only a flesh wound."

Home, Sweet Home

I know that you are aware that I got home on July 4th. I thought I'd send you a few pictures to illustrate my journey.



This is the Las Vegas airport where I spent nearly 3 hours. In case I was bored, the slot machines are everywhere. I did not partake.



When I got to Cleveland, this fellow was waiting in Baggage Claim. I am not sure what possessed him to meet me in full Scot regalia, but I was glad to see him.




Some of our bounteous garden--what the deer haven't eaten.