Monthly Archives: February 2019
We walked…
G called this morning, we had such a delightful day weather wise, She asked if I wanted to do our first walk of the season.
Are you kidding me? You bet your ass I do!
He’s been driving me crazy for days, to take advantage of some time away from home, I didn’t hesitate.
Not only did we have a lovely walk, but we also made a stop at Target where I found a small crock pot I wanted. Funny, last night I was on Amazon looking for one this size. The cheapest they had it was 19.95. Target had one for 11.99. Yep, I bought the one at Target.
On the way home we made another stop for a delicious lunch at Nick’s Diner on Tilghman Street. They had a Thai shrimp sandwich on the menu we had to try. (Only thing that made it a Thai sandwich was the sweet and spicy chili sauce on it.) But it really did taste good and came with the best fries.
I am so looking forward to more walks. I missed going but G was not walking at her best last spring a summer due to her knee surgery. She says she’s feeling quite up to it now.
I didn’t take Lucy along, it was a good thing, far too many dogs at the park, and several were off lead.
Doctor? Nope.
He refused to go to the doctor, said his head didn’t hurt any more. He made it through the whole day without grabbing his head when he coughed. He knew if he didn’t he’d be on his way to the doctor’s office.
I realized tonight while listening to him stumble around over my head, I need to get someone in to help him in the evenings either that or go out of my mind when my back continues to get injured by him.
Curmudgeon 1 my back 0 He fucked it up again last night insisting I help him.
No, he doesn’t need an aid at night to get him safely to bed and help keep me from reinjuring my back EVERY FREAKING TIME.
All day whines
That’s it, I’m dragging his ass to his doctor tomorrow. He spent the entire day whining about his headache.
Really? I told you I’d take you to the ER but you said no way!
Right after I finish my coffee, he’s getting in the van and we’re going.
I’m betting the doctor tells him he has a concussion which is what I’ve been telling him all along and I’ve been telling him he needed to be checked.
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Day three of concussion man
Yes, there was more moaning about his head hurting but hell no he didn’t want to go to get checked. Keep on moaning old man, I’ve stopped listening, I put my earbuds in and cranked up my music.
Lucy melts my heart every day. She’s such a sweetheart.
She does everything she can to make me laugh at least once a day.
Don’t know what I’d do without her these days.
A most stubborn man
After his fall I am certain he has a mild concussion but he refuses to go get checked.
After 45 years with him I know if I keep after him he will dig in and never go.
Now when he complains his head hurts when he coughs unless he holds onto it, I just look at him and ask, “And what am I supposed to do about it? If you want to go to the doctor I’ll take you.”
To which he’s repeatedly replied, “No, I’m fine.”
He’s going to “I’m fine” himself into an early grave.
Disclaimer: I am not responsible for his demise, his stubbornness will be the death of him.
If it wasn’t for…
I know it’s not normal to be sad every day, but it is hard to find any joy most days.
I do believe it wasn’t for Lucy and G, I’d probably be permanently curled up in a ball in a corner sobbing my heart out.
Lucy cuddles with me and tolerates my hugs, kisses, and tears.
G gets me out of the house and lets me blow off steam. She never judges me, she only supports me.
Weather permitting we go for walks. We didn’t do much of that this past summer between the rain and excessive heat.
I wish I could talk her into going back to the gym. She can’t afford it and refuses to let me pay for her. I hate to exercise and find it is so much easier to go if I have an exercise buddy.
If I could get the attic cleaned I could then clear out my back bedroom and start using my exercise equipment I have in there again.
I gave The Curmudgeon the job of finding someone to clean up the attic. (Once that is done, I can move the Halloween props and things I’ve stored in the back bedroom to the attic.) We suffered some damages, falling insulation, and dirt from when the roofer removed the old slate roofing and he’s been procrastinating about this for a couple of years now.
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