You never know what each day will bring.

Yesterday, they released my husband, The Curmudgeon, to Good Shepherd Rehab Hospital. Where with hard work on his part and plenty of luck we hope he’ll come home soon. I’m still waiting to hear if he’s settled in there. Last I heard They were transporting a half hour from his call.

I wish to thank everyone for their prayers and good thoughts.

Now I’ll go relax with the dogs.

Today’s T-shirt

Momma is too tired to update. She didn’t go in to see Daddy yesterday since we didn’t let her get enough sleep. Instead, she tried to catch enough sleep, she says, once again we were no help.

I the Gavin was a whiney butt all day.

The Curmudgeon looked much more like himself when G and I stopped by to see him.

Rick was there and had him nicely shaved when we arrived. The Curmudgeon teased Rick that he could have a new vocation as a barber.

Later, The Curmudgeon was in for a surprise when our next door neighbor and her daughter stopped in to visit him. I sent along a Ty Beanie Baby bull terrier with them to keep him company.

After they left, he phoned me, he was very tired but happy he’d had visitors.

The Curmudgeon seemed to have a good day yesterday, that’s what Rick told me after he went to see him.

The doctor called later that evening but she had no explanations nor would she even try. She insisted that the neurologist would call me–he never did. Therefore I still know nothing.

I had to make a vet run for the dogs yesterday since their allergies are acting up and the poor babies are itchy. They are much more comfortable now.

Not really. They only care about money.

The Curmudgeon looked better when we saw him yesterday.

The Doctor wants to release him to a rehab but none of the rehab facilities want to take them, they say he is “too high functioning” to stay there before coming home.

I’m sorry, but he’s too compromised for me to be able to take care of him here, we have steep stairs and I cannot lift him.

He still needs help with his food and he is NOT mobile. Yet, he’s “too high functioning” for them.

He cannot take a shower by himself as he could before. And I don’t believe they are sure he’s not still having seizures. And yet, he’s “too high functioning”

They think he can come home without going to a rehab first where he can be more closely watched than at home.

I do have to sleep sometime. I am not medically trained nor am I capable of lifting him. So how can him coming home before he is capable of doing more for himself be good for him?

I hate the bigwig medical professionals, conglomerates, and insurance companies. Their constant pursuit of the almighty buck and the lack of compassion truly makes me ill.

I have no idea what is going to happen to us today or tomorrow. This truly sucks.

The dogs had me up early in the morning.

Then I had a morning appointment with my cardiologist–he never has afternoon hours in Allentown. Therefore, I didn’t get a call in to the plumber until after I got home.

I didn’t dare call earlier because I figured they’d show up when I had to leave for the doctor’s office. As it was, the plumber was here two hours after I called. Three hours and $276.00 later, my plumbing problem had gone away.

Phew! I thought, with our luck, I’d have a plumbing bill in the thousands.

Going to try for a run out to the hospital to see The Curmudgeon today, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Here I thought I might actually get a few things done yesterday, like the wash. I’d told The Curmudgeon I wouldn’t be in to see him because I had a dentist appointment that I’d postponed when he was in the hospital for his pneumonia. He seemed fine with that…the nurses not so much.

Excuse me? I cannot cancel and reschedule that appointment again. And I won’t be there today too because I have my cardiologist appointment–reschedule that one? Yeah sure. If I want to wait six months. I don’t think so.

I thought I might get some overdue chores done yesterday too. Went to put some laundry in the washer and found some smelly water in it. So, I ran it with washer cleaner…OMG!!!

Water in the basement and the drain from the washer shooting water several feet into the air…yep, we have a plumbing problem to top everything off.

I called one plumber and he didn’t get back to me until after 5 p.m. He can’t do the job–doesn’t have a large enough snake and no camera to send down the drain…

Too late to catch another plumber without paying through the nose…will call early in the morning…will also have to have G house sit for me while I go to my appointment.

I seriously feel the desire to pack up my vehicle and disappear with the dogs. I hate this house, I’ve hated this damned house for 43 years.

With The Curmudgeon in the hospital I am having a mini-nervous breakdown from the constant phone calls. And the stupid hacker phoned again, did he ever get an earful!

Need I remind any of my dear readers that I am NOT a morning person?

I am dead set against politicians phoning anyone in the days before an election. I swear we’ve had a call every five minutes since eight in the morning when they woke my ass up. That person got a loud ear full of all the swears.

I am not a nice person when I don’t get enough sleep and y’all have only yourselves to blame if I cuss at you.

Honey, if they (the people) haven’t made up their fucking minds by now they never will. So leave me the fuck alone and let me catch my breath.

So yeah, I am not a nice person to those who make political calls or call to harass us. I vote in all the elections. I was judge of elections for quite a while. I do not need the new kiddies on the block reminding me of what I already know and have done since I was 18. A long time ago.

I jump and my heart pounds at the phone ringing because The Curmudgeon is in the hospital and they have yet to figure out WTF is going on with him. They “THINK” he “MIGHT” be having night-time seizures but they aren’t positive.

I think I MIGHT want to slap them upside the head with a baseball bat but I’m not positive I will.

What do I want? I want a silent phone, some straight answers, the hacker’s dick to fall off, and a bit of what I can find of my sanity.

Holy crap what a day.

G and I went to the drug store, the grocery store, Target, and then home again just made it home a couple of minutes after the physical therapy guy left.

Half and hour after I got home the visiting nurse showed up. She checked The Curmudgeon over again and his lungs still sound clear.

Just as she is leaving, the speech therapist arrived.

I’ll never keep all these people straight. Especially when they phone here asking for The Curmudgeon and sound like a sales call.

And you are? What’s your line?

There are days I feel like I’m on a treadmill and can’t get off.

Took The Curmudgeon to a doctor appointment yesterday. It took such a huge chunk out of the day, nothing else got done. We did take Lucy along and she was very good in the car.

Today we have two appointments, PT and ST–thank goodness they are coming here. I really don’t feel like going anywhere…oh, yeah I have to go to the pharmacy to pick up his prescriptions from yesterday. There goes another day shot to hell.

I keep hoping to find some sort of balance, but then the real question is: what is balance?

G and I went to the Parkway in the afternoon. We took Lucy along. Lucy couldn’t believe it! She had a blast sniffing all the smells and staring at the two giant dogs (horses) she saw that were grazing by the path.

She didn’t bark at them. She just stared in awe.

This evening I stood back and watched The Curmudgeon struggle to get his pills together for the next couple of weeks. I do my best to stay back and leave it up to him. He does need to do some things for himself and I cannot do everything all the time and keep my sanity.

When he almost finished, I offered to do the rest. Not for him but for my sanity. I couldn’t stand another hour of his moaning and groaning.

Is this balance?

Someone zonked out

Took a much-needed trip to the farmers market with G yesterday. Came home with such treasures as bear claws, string beans, Jonathan apples, yogurt from a local diary, a pork chop for me, and pimento cheese.

Cooked a lovely shepherd’s pie and baked apples for dinner. Found out that Lucy loves tart apples.

Gimmee dat apple!