Monthly Archives: December 2015
At least he was up and around today
So was my blood pressure. 12/6/15 8:11 p.m. and the blood pressure is 130/71.
We all know The Curmudgeon is going to be the death of me. My blood pressure is proof of that.
There is no escape for me short of a lottery win. Oh, lottery gods hear me now!
Gavin and Lucy were happy to see him. It was cute how they each tried in their own way to let him know how much they missed him.
He did make it downstairs and moved around well all day. Here’s hoping for a repeat of that today.
I need a day where I don’t have a moment of panic or worry.
Bad day in blood pressure town
Blood pressure on 12/5/15 is 148/71.
He started the day scaring the crap out of me when I found him on the floor of the bathroom. Speech slurred…etc. I came very close to calling for an ambulance again. But he protested mightily.
Got my sweet, sweet neighbors to get him up and back into his bed.
Spent the rest of the day running upstairs checking on him and asking him if he thought maybe it was a good idea to go back to the hospital. His hostility evident, I backed down and let him sleep until the next time I checked on him.
If he doesn’t want help what else am I supposed to do?
Inhale….exhale….look at beach pictures…
126/74 and rising
Blood pressure 9:47 p.m. 12/4/2015 is 126/74. Am I surprised?
Nope. He will be the death of me.
He does his damnedest to push all my buttons.
I love him but I found that while he was in the hospital I actually got some rest, felt no pressure, and didn’t have to resort to the word “fuck” even once. In one day (yesterday) I lost count of how many times I used it.
I love him but I have come to realize that may not be enough. He puts me in a pressure cooker sending my nerves into overdrive.
A lottery win might be all that stands between me and an early grave.
Deep breaths.
Well, The Curmudgeon is home
I think he may be getting around better now than he was before he went into the hospital.
Lucy spent a lot of time on his lap after he got a chance to sit down. She even coaxed him into stretching out on the couch for a bit just before dinner.
Gavin also got his happy welcome home Dad tail wags and sloppy greetings. However, he was more interested in the new smells on his Daddy’s bags than he was in his Daddy.
The Curmudgeon enjoyed his bean soup dinner, one of his favorites. Topped it off with mince-pie and he was in hog heaven.
10:50 12/3/2015 blood pressure 110/70, and this is just the first day.
The day before he gets home
12/2/2015 8:30 p.m. blood pressure is 116/64.
Rain all day. It rained hard enough that the dogs were not as willing to go out as they were in yesterday’s. Poor babies.
Made ham and bean soup for The Curmudgeon’s first dinner at home. One of his favorites. It’s cooled and ready for the fridge.
I used a ham hock from our farmers market. A heavily smoked, huge, ham hock that had the dogs going ape shit over the fragrance.
You all have a good one.
Stress? Let’s watch my blood pressure this week.
Spending the last few days catching my breath in preparation for The Curmudgeon’s return home. I know that once he’s home again I’ll not get a moment of rest.
I doubt he knows how demanding he is or that he is the reason for my high blood pressure.
We can play the blood pressure game, starting yesterday to one week from yesterday.
My blood pressure 10:30 p.m. 12/1/15 was 124/66.
Not bad after running out to Good Shepherd and having two close calls driving in the rain. Both close calls caused by idiots talking on their phones while driving. Cell phones are hazards! Put the phones away, so what if you might miss a call or two, it is not worth risking your life and the lives of others.
Getting things ready for him to come home
I made a grocery store run and loaded up on things for The Curmudgeon. He loves various frozen breakfast items he can make for himself and the freezer is now fully stocked for him.
Since he’s lost so much weight and needs to put some back on, I bought pudding cups for him to try. I also have some high calorie, flavorful, easy for him to eat, meals planned.
Those days I’ll eat something else. I seriously do not need the extra calories.
He’s coming home Thursday so I don’t have a ton of time to get things in order.
Didz you sez Daddy iz comingz home?!
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