Monthly Archives: October 2015
There’s nothing like friends
You can always tell who your truest friends are when you are in need of help. They are the ones who show up and say, “What can we do?”
I had some true friends give me a hand today to help make life a bit easier for The Curmudgeon when he gets home from the hospital.
It can’t get better than that.
No wonder it was a bad day
Phoned 911 around 2 a.m. and had them come get The Curmudgeon. His speech ranged from crazy to incoherent. His face sagged on one side. His legs were stiff and he couldn’t move when asked to do so. He put me into panic mode.
Around nine in the morning the hospital phoned me. The Curmudgeon had run a temperature of 105 degrees. They say pneumonia and a possible mini stroke.
I’ve had maybe three hours of sleep since yesterday. Too wired to do anything but doze on the couch with Lucy for short periods.
A friend and her husband are making a two-hour drive to get here later just to help me rearrange furniture so The Curmudgeon will have it easier and when EMS comes I don’t have to move a couch and a coffee table.
Now that’s a friend.
I love you Paula (the shark.)
And the hits just keep on coming
I am so stressed out I can’t even keep my bill paying straight. I’m not sleeping well and watching him go down, down, down the well of secondary progressive MS is going to kill me before it does him.
I am a wreck from every little bump or thump I hear thinking he’s fallen again. I’ve run up and down stairs so many times I think my legs are going to fall off the next trip.
I’m not a nurse. I am so sick of emptying pee bottles, I did not choose to do this but this is all I do lately. I wait on him and run myself ragged.
Is there help out there? Not for us it seems.
This is not life. This is a slow death.
Another crappy MS heavy day
So the day began with The Curmudgeon having a great deal of difficulty walking. At one point I had to help lift him into his bed. Yep, there went my back again.
Then I had to leave him alone to go to my doctor appointment. Yes, I worry but I can’t cancel last-minute. I have no choice but to leave him alone.
I came home loaded with a new antibiotic and a sore arm from a shot. They did a quick throat culture to rule out strep. Strep is deadly for The Curmudgeon it makes his MS do an intense flare up. I don’t have strep. Whew.
I think it is time for a little….
Best soup I ever tasted
http://www.missinthekitchen.com/italian-gnocchi-soup/
Twenty minutes to heaven.
Even The Curmudgeon (not a big fan of soups) liked it.
I can’t do this
Maybe if I were younger. If I didn’t have my health problems. Maybe then I could do this.
I don’t have the strength to watch him leave piece by piece. So much of who he was is already gone.
I cry every night after he goes to bed. Body wracking, red-nosed, snot running, tear-stained face, ugly cries. I’ve cried for years. Hard to believe the tears still pummel me. I wonder when they will stop. Will they ever stop?
I miss this guy
If I had three wishes
I have three wishes and they are:
- To have my house cleaned and painted from basement to attic.
- To have the front porch repaired
- To have my yard landscaped/hardscaped so the erosion stops and it is easy for me to take care of year round.
Three things I would wish for but know they are impossible to fulfill:
- A cure for The Curmudgeon’s MS
- To live on a beach for the remainder of my life
- To never have to worry about money again
Whoohoo! I have all of my files!
I finally got brave and connected my Passport hard drive to my lap top. I had feared the hacker had found it and infected it too since I had it connected to my desk top when he struck.
He missed it! Yay! It is clean and clear of any interference.
I have all my books, all my pictures, everything!
Doing a happy dance!
And to the hacker I say:
Not fun to wake up sick
With a throat on fire, ears all wonky, and a headache that wouldn’t quit, I told The Curmudgeon that I was off to our doctor’s emergency and walk in clinic. He knows when I say that, I am SICK.
I hate going to the doctor’s.
Worse thing is, I have another appointment on Thursday.
Sigh…more pills to take.
Now I’m going to follow doctor’s orders and get some rest.
Come on Momma. I willz snugglez wiff you and make youze awl beddor.
Isn’t it over yet?
I’m already sick of the election and it isn’t even 2016 yet. If the idiot in the toupee makes it to the primary I think I’ll seriously look into becoming an ex pat.
I hate mud-slinging and I can’t abide idiots. This is a record year election for all that already.
Zzzzzzzzzz, Oh my!
What is it about having a dog who is snoring while snuggling with her head against my hip that makes me so sleepy? This is a nightly thing around here.
I can’t believe how sleepy I get when she’s next to me snoring her silly head off.
Anyone else have this problem?
My tens machine…it keeps me going
Constant injuries to my back from lifting and moving The Curmudgeon around has me grateful that I have my tens machine.
On days like yesterday, when I wake up in so much pain I don’t want to crawl out of bed, it does give me some much-needed relief.
I do not want to take pain killers or have surgery so this is how I deal with it.
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