Docs, dictionary words and 'stuff'!

 

But first!

Fall's finally arrived in Central Alabama ...yippee!  

Yes, Virginia, Alabama does get cold sometimes.  Coming days' temps sit comfortably in the 40's and 50's ... yum!

So, what do I mean by "Docs and dictionary words"?   Since the calendar cartwheeled, I've had both an MRI and ultrasound -- in an effort to find what's causing my fingers to turn waxy white and lose sensation.  Following a nerve test, Neurology decided I had (dictionary word?) -- basically a pinched nerve.  

Amusing, since I've never had a moment of neck discomfort.  They ordered 5 weeks physical therapy, which I promptly declined.  

Next, a referral to a hand surgeon for several curious little nodules on my palm. 

At day's end, I'm more inclined to believe one of my study sista's diagnosis -- Raynaud's (dictionary word) meaning exactly what I've been experiencing.    Sometimes you have to trust Dr. Google ...and your friends.

(I don't even want to talk about trying to correctly pronounce the names of all our medications.  Not sure, but I think the vet's tech may have snickered when I called to request a refill.  Is there a class for that?)

Around the homefront, it's beginning to smell a lot like the holidays!  My son says that's the biggest trigger for past memories.   I don't know about that, but I'm besotted by all things cinnamon.  Gingerbread.  And that's just in the powder room!

I can't stop washing my hands!
Where was this stuff during the Covid crisis?

Since we're hosting Thanksgiving, I made an executive decision to spare the turkey and traditional sides.  We don't own a smoker, but I want to try my hand at a mesquite-y brisket in the slow cooker.  Perhaps a Cajun meatloaf and cowboy beans.  (No rules!)

Speaking of Cajun!  I clipped what sounded like a great recipe (Cajun Chicken soup) and spent a good part of yesterday chopping and sauteing.  After 7 hours in the slow cooker, I pronounced the appearance "good."  Unfortunately, the taste left something to be desired.  IF I make it again, I promise to only use the written "2 TBSP" Cajun spice.

Because Tom and I've long outgrown eating what's put on our plates, it's a toss-up if we actually finish it ... or wait 'til it's no longer identifiable.  What would you do? 

Being as I'm the only soul awake, I think I'll move on out to the sunroom for another cuppa.

Thank you, Lord for another new day!

Hugs, Myra