I been a couple of years now since I switched doctors. I have to say it was probably the smartest thing I ever did.

I now have a doctor who actually listens rather than one who seems barely alert during my visit. Or acts like I am being ridiculous when I mention some symptom.

She seems genuinely concerned and has never once pooh poohed me on anything. She takes me seriously.

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All that hard work I put in, and when I stepped on the scales today I found I’d gained back each pound I’d lost and added a couple.

My new lamp got here so I was only one day without a desk lamp.

Spent the day in a sleepy fog.

There wasn’t enough coffee in the world to wake me since the phone did three times before my alarm went off at 10.

The Curmudgeon spent the entire day doing his very best to heighten my annoyance levels. If you ask someone, beg someone, tell someone, finally yell at someone on a daily basis to stop mumbling during a show’s dialogue and expecting an answer. Or mumbling at me when I am in the kitchen making dinner, running water…

There are days where I wish twice as hard for a quiet beach house with just me and Lucy in residence.

So glad I freeze leftovers so I have a quick meal for days where I am far from a mood to cook.

Speaking of foods I don’t have to cook…G brought over some home made lentil soup yesterday, I had it for lunch today. Yum!

We had a short power outtage yesterday. You know just short enough to make you have to reset clocks and stuff.

Only this time it fried my desk lamp and it was on a surge protector strip!

The light bulb was fine, the lamp was dead.

So happy to have my back lit keyboard now.

I hate having to have the overhead light on.

It is 1:20 a.m. and it is now 46 degrees.

That’s warmer than it was all day.

Looking forward to warmer temperatures.

11 degrees was far too cold for me.

Lucy says, “too cold for me too~”

Now it looks like rain…at least it isn’t snow.

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Dear Reader,

Yes, you.

Thank you for taking time out of your day to read what I have written.

If I have offended you-well….get over it.

If I have made you laugh. You just made my day.

If I have made you cry, once again, you have made my day.

If you learned something new. Fantastic!

If I made you think…even better.

Thank you for being out there,

Margaret

The trip to the Neurologist was mostly uneventful.

I seldom use their valet parking, but it was so cold today, I did.

It was 19 degrees then and down to 11 degrees now.

Effing brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

After we got a few inches of snow, it rained, then we had slush. The sun came out an the wind started to blow, the temperature dropped, and now we have frozen slush.

Oh fun.

I have to take The Curmudgeon to his neurologist appointment later today.

This means I have to de-ice my van.

Double fun. NOT.

I hate the cold, I hate snow, and I absolutely hate ice.

Color me grumpy. I guess I can always have some of this afterwards…

You know your whole world has collapsed when you ugly cry listening to this:

Next week is G’s 6 birthday. So we chose today as the day I would take her out to lunch for her 76th birthday.

She sang 76 trombones in the car and it’s been an ear worm ever since. LOL.

First I had to go for a blood test and make a stop at CVS. Then she wanted to go to Target.

A few days ago, I had her choose where to go for lunch and she decided on Applebees (one of our favorites). We had a great meal. As usual we both picked the same thing…LOL. We had the bourbon chicken and shrimp–delicious!

I was a stinker and slipped a note to our waitress that it was G’s Birthday, so they came out singing, and gave her a birthday shot (ice cream sundae in miniature.) I am sure she’ll get me back on my birthday in March. LOL She took it good humor. 🙂

From there we went to the farmers market where she got a few veggies and I picked up more cookies for The Curmudgeon and a kabocha squash to add to the pot of chicken soup I’m making tomorrow/today.

We found two dollars on the market floor, couldn’t find the owners, and bought a lottery ticket with it. Wouldn’t it be great to win big on that one?

Then we had to stop again at CVS because they had called The Curmudgeon to tell him his prescription was in and he called us at lunch.

Then we went home, by that time it was almost 4.

Buying him that month at a shot pill case was a good idea at first but now his prescriptions are all out of sync with the case. But that’s not what this post is about.

My fingers were getting so sore opening those pill cases to fill them , that I finally told him I was done, and he needed to learn how to do it.

What if I weren’t around to do it for him? If he doesn’t know how to fill the cases, what pills he takes when, then me doing it for him is no big favor.

Oh, he whines, he bitches, he moans and groans…but he does them. He has to. I won’t. I’ll help him when it gets too frustrating or difficult for him but most times I just leave him to it.

He now knows exactly what he takes, the dosages, and the frequency. And my fingers are no longer sore from opening those stupid plastic pill cases.