I can’t wait…
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How to confuse a Curmudgeon and two dogs
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The easiest way is to threaten to rearrange the furniture. I keep telling him that some morning when he comes downstairs his chair will be on the other side of the room and the couch will be where his chair is now.
He doesn’t believe me. It will be fun to get it done. All I need is time, muscle, and some real boredom.
I haven’t been happy with the furniture placement since we got the new furniture.
The dogs will not adjust at first. You should have seen their reactions when we moved their crates once. I do think they’ll adjust faster than The Curmudgeon.
You all have a good one!
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Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Home, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
If I put it here, it won’t get lost….
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I am one of those people. I put things away in a safe place where I’d be sure to find them, and can never find them again.
It’s as if there’s a black hole for things like that. I put a paper away a week or so ago, thinking I will remember where I put this. Nope. It didn’t happen. Again. I have torn the house apart many times over for many days and still haven’t found that one piece of paper and it is driving me crazy.
Yeah, I know…it’s a very short drive.
Does anyone else do this?
You all have a good one!
Bits and pieces
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So now we wait for the results of the MRIs he had yesterday, and The Curmudgeon goes back for the longer EEGs in February. The waiting is the hardest part.
Next week is G’s 70th birthday. We must figure out some way to make it magnificent for her. I know I am going to kidnap her and take her out to lunch…
The pups are not happy with the cooler weather although they do seem pleased that we had sun yesterday for the first time in ages.
I lost two pounds. Yay!!!
You all have a good one!
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Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
More tests…
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Today The Curmudgeon gets a couple of MRIs . He will have to do that without me since someone (me) needs to be home for a delivery.
Yesterday he got a phone call about his EEG, they are not happy with what they see. He has to go back for three different and longer EEGs next month. Yes, it is scary.
You all have a good one.
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Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Electroencephalography, Love, Magnetic resonance imaging, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Love my Kindle on days like this…
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I drove The Curmudgeon to his EEG appointment. They asked that we show up a half hour early. We did. I dropped him at the door with his rollator and went to park the van.
When I got up to the appointment, they already had him back answering questions, handing them insurance cards, and filling out paperwork.
We were sent back out to the waiting room. With this being flu season I was happy there were no other people sitting out there. I refuse to touch magazines in doctor’s offices. Talk about germ factories.
My kindle has 355 books and 9 games in it. It fits in my little purse. The Curmudgeon will play the games with me and I am the only one who touches it.
Once they called him back for his EEG I sat back and read. Before I knew it they were bringing him out.
You all have a good one!
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Tags: Amazon Kindle, Author, Caregiver, Doggoned, Flu season, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Happy Birthday my dear.
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I took The Curmudgeon out to dinner last evening. We went to a Red Robin. (http://www.redrobin.com/) This was his choice. As we got settled in our booth, I told our lovely server that it was The Curmudgeon’s 60th birthday.
We enjoyed a wonderful dinner. I love not having to cook and do dishes.
When we finished eating, the table was suddenly surrounded by servers and a large, fuzzy Robin. A sundae with party sprinkles and chocolate syrup landed in front of him. Hands were clapped and their version of happy birthday made The Curmudgeon smile.
He gamely dug his way through the sundae…when we got to the car, he thanked me. Said it was fun. 😀
You all have a good one!
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Tags: Author, Birthday, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Two dogs addicted to banana chips!
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Daddy, what do we smell on your breath?
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Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Rescue Dogs, Writer
On getting older…
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I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape,
so I got my doctor’s permission to
join a fitness club and start exercising.
I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors.
I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But,
by the time I got my leotards on,
the class was over.
An elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and, second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart?� the preacher exclaimed. Why Wal-Mart?� Then I’ll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week.
It’s scary when you start making the same noises
as your coffee maker.
I very quietly confided to my best friend that I was having an affair.She turned to me and asked, Are you having it catered?And that, my friend, is the sad definition of OLD�!
You all have a good one, and don’t forget to laugh!
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Tags: Author, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Humor, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Simple cooking
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I am by no means a poor cook. Lately, however, I have become a lazy cook. I am making more quick fresh meals and more crock pot meals.
Last night I made pan-seared, pounded turkey cutlets seasoned with garlic and basil. I served that with a home-made cheesy pasta side and sugar pea pods. Tonight I will have roast beef, carrots, potatoes, and gravy. All from my crock pot.
As The Curmudgeon says, he’ll never starve. He also tells people, that 99% of what I cook is delicious. There is that 1% of experimental dishes that fail but I think it’s a good record.
You all have a good one!
A day on the phone = frustration.
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Lately it’s been one medication scare after another. It’s bad enough The Curmudgeon’s cards keep changing along with whatever pharmacy that works with them, but then we get the phone call scares.
The service calls–robotic–at the speed of light it rattles off a number to call back and tells us it is important that we respond. Now I’m pretty darned quick at taking down a number but when I have to find a pen while the machine is jet propelling through the number, I don’t get the number down before the damned robot hangs up.
Thus the panic sets in because I have no idea whose medications they were calling about. The robot never said. Were they mine or The Curmudgeon’s?
I call the mail order service network. I ask is it mine or his. Well then they start with the Hippa regulations–look honey, we signed all those papers I can know his stuff and he can know mine get over yourself.
We are not incompetent, or incapable of taking care of ourselves. Neither are we doddering elderly mentally incapacitated people so do not treat us as if we are. Do not give me BS. Give me answers!
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Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Another installment of the fairy tale
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“Ah, my tale. It is a tale of danger, heroism, and cowardice and I hope it ends here in these ruins.” There he paused and seemed to wait for her to comment.
“Ends here? How? Why?”
“Let me start at the beginning. Many long ago and far aways, my great, great, great, ever so great-grandfather ran afoul a stone troll. The very one I have tracked to these ruins.”
“But, Sir Cragger, I am after the very same troll, he holds my sisters prisoner.”
“Then it must be by the fates that I was drawn here. Let me continue my tale and we shall see if it is so. Grandfather was deep in the family mine digging for gems as we do when he opened a new cavern with the strike of a hammer. He had no idea there was one behind the wall he’d been hammering on for a lifetime.” Cragger reached for his pack and drew out a wine skin. He offered it to Mavelle but she shook her head.
“No thank you. Please go on.”
Cragger drank deep, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, belched, begged her pardon, and continued. “Grandfather began to mine the new tunnel finding better jewels there than we’d found for centuries in the old mines. At the end of the shift, he came out of the mine with more quality jewels than our family had seen in a century. A family council met and the Elders decided to have everyone mine that tunnel. No one suspected the danger and horror that lurked deep within.”
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