Monthly Archives: May 2015
They are keeping him
For how long? I have no idea.
He has a chest tube in and they are closely monitoring him.
I had to postpone Gavin’s vet appointment, call the dentist and tell them to put his dentures on hold until he’s out of the hospital, and cooked dinner for G and me.
I am hanging on by the barest of threads with very little sleep.
Coffee or caffeine in any form is welcome.
Loooooong day
Had a very busy day. The Curmudgeon fell down at 8:30 a.m. and I had to get someone from next door over to get him up and into his bed. He seemed fine other than a bit of pain in the ribs where he fell on Sunday.
Did some laundry, weed whacked the ex-pond area the yard guys stay away from, and put up the roll-up shades on the front porch.
I had to call for an ambulance for The Curmudgeon. He was having all sorts of trouble breathing. 7 hours later…Turns out the ribs were broken and he managed to puncture a lung, developed a pneumothorax, and got a blood transfusion and was transferred and admitted to St. Luke’s in Bethlehem. There they will put in a chest tube and whatever else they need to do.
I am beyond exhausted.
Now that bites
So much fun to spend the entire day sitting in a dentist office with The Curmudgeon. Not. He’s finally getting new dentures. I’ve had years of listening to him complaining and doing nothing about it. I finally told him that he needed to make an appointment and get this done. If he didn’t I was going to throw out the ones he wears the first time he set them to soak. Then he’d be stuck with some real old ones that he refuses to wear, they fit worse than the ones he wears all the time.
He got the message.
In another vein:
Years ago, while staying at my older sister’s home in Texas, a ring that was extremely valuable to me, sentimentally not monetarily, disappeared off the table next my bed. I’d only taken it off that morning because my finger was swollen from the change of climate.
To this day it still breaks my heart that someone in that household so callously took it. The ring was made from a part of a bracelet of my mother’s that matched a ring she wore all the time. Each of my sisters and nieces had a ring made for them.
I thought about that simple, lovely ring the other day with a great aching of heart and soul because of the fortuitous find I made of G’s ring that had been missing for a year.
Peace, love, and beaches.
Some bruises and clean dogs
I truly dislike this “easier to use” format. It is not.
Anyway, everything I wanted to get done yesterday? Nope.The dogs got baths. Gavin didn’t care and he really likes the massage spray on the hand held shower head. Lucy just wanted it to be over with. They both look good and smell great.
The Curmudgeon took a tumble off the back steps and thought he may have cracked a couple of ribs–he’s done it before. He sat around for a couple of hours moaning and groaning about it rather than do anything. I finally told him he was going to our Doctor’s ER and dragged his sorry butt there.
X-rays were taken no ribs were broken. He’s only bruised. 3 hours out of our afternoon shot to hell.
Gorgeous full moon. So lovely that I called G to come out and see it.
Beautiful day!
What a day yesterday was. Sunny and gorgeous with a temperature of 70 degrees. I managed to rake up another two trash barrels full of magnolia blossoms.
The Curmudgeon seemed in better spirits could it be the Tecfidera is already helping? I think yes!
Marinated four boneless skinless chicken breasts in McCormick Baja Citrus marinade to grill for dinner. They were delicious.
I cleaned and refilled the bird bath, and did a little cleaning out of the garden areas.
Today I hope to run my weed whacker by the driveway and around the ex-pond area, do a bit of raking, transplanting, and mulching. And then collapsing on the couch with my Kindle and Lucy after dinner…which reminds me, what the heck am I going to make?
Quick note tonight.
The Curmudgeon’s neurologist called him into her office today. He is now back on a lower dose of Tecfidera! Here’s hoping we see improvement again.
I got my flowers planted in the flower boxes on the front porch.
Grumble growl
Another bad day here at Casa Doggonedmysteries. The Curmudgeon forgot to take some of his medications the night before and the result was enough weakness that he had to wake me early and spend the rest of the day in bed.
Ah, yes. Waking me early means I get maybe a couple hours of sleep. It means I need to be heavily caffeinated. It means I am a real cranky pants. Not a nice person.
What should’ve taken me a couple of hours to do took me all day because I was playing nurse, and errand boy while trying to rake up the magnolia tree petals. And even though I got up many 30 gallon trash barrels full, after the wind we had later, it looks like I did nothing.
I am so freaking tired!
Happy Beltane all.
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