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Updates on DH and the snow damage

     DH is much improved from his several days of muscle spasticity to our great relief.  His recovery is slow and we hope he will recover fully.

     The night of the dreaded Halloween snowstorm you could hear trees and branches snapping and popping all over the place.  All I heard today was the sound of chain saws.

     I have to somehow pull two broken magnolia limbs out of that tree and so far it looks like only one more tulip tree branch I’ll need to get down from that tree.  How you ask?  You got me by the short ones.  If my tree saw won’t reach I don’t know what I’ll do.

     Then I need to start raking leaves and dragging them out to the street for clean up.  The way I’m feeling now, this is going to take forever.

The after storm clean up begins

     We had sun yesterday and the snow began to melt away.  I managed to pile all but one tree limb in the yard in preperation to cutting them into small, manageable sizes. 

     I will have to drag the long tree limb saw out of the shed and see if I can reach and drag down the remaining broken magnolia branch today.  Then I can begin to cut up all of them and see if I can get them out for disposal before the city stops picking up yard waste.

Another bad MS day here yesterday

     Not as bad as the last two days but bad enough to make me tell him he must go to the doctor today. 

     The use of extra meds as we had discussed with his neurologist may have helped a bit, but it still wasn’t enough.  The spasticity in the legs is bad enough but this entire episode has also had his stomach muscles spasming.  This is new.  This is also quite painful for him.

     I sit here feeling completely helpless since nothing I can do is of any help to him.  I’ve been sleeping in my chair downstairs so I can hear him if he has a problem.  In other words, sleep much?  Nope.

MS spasticity problems

     I was going to write about our freakish pre-Halloween snowstorm, but since two a.m. yesterday morning DH has been having some dire spasticity problems.  He went down on the bedroom floor and once I got him into the bed, I knew I was up for the duration.  I’ve had very little sleep since our party.

     DH collapsed onto the bathroom floor again later yesterday morning he’d gone in there without a cane, calling me,  or any other means of support. 

     My back is out from all the bending to fill short people’s Trick or Treat bags, there was no way I could get him up.  G and her hubby weren’t home so I couldn’t ask them.  I pounded on the next door neighbor’s door and soon Carlos was over to aid DH in getting back into his bed.

     I put the walker by the bed so when DH made another run to the bathroom he had a better way to get there.  He was NOT pleased about needing the walker.

    The next time he remembered to call for me and I went up to be with him while he went from the bedroom to the bathroom and back again.  Success!  The walker worked in getting him back and forth without incident.   Now maybe I can get some sleep.

     It was probably the best day for this to happen since we had all that snow and no need to go anywhere.

Friday night the trick or treat invasion begins

     If you’re in the neighborhood on Friday night, come look us up.  We’ll be the ones with the music blasting, strobe lights strobing, fog rolling, props a hopping, handing out tons of candy, trick or treat house.

     As usual, after the trick or treaters have finished, we will have our  monster mash.  No party is complete without various Vampyre, Zombie Zin, and Howling Wolves vintages.

     For the second year in a row will also be celebrating neighbor Dominique’s birthday with one of G’s special halloween birthday cakes.

Have you ever had one of those days?….

 

     You get up too late.  Your brain is fuzzy from oversleeping.  Three cups of coffee don’t seem to put a dent in the fuzz. 

     You hurry and scurry to get things done and still are so far behind you seem to have jumped ahead.

     You feel as though you are running in clay mud.  Yeah, you know what I mean, that sticky, slippery mud in which you can’t make any headway.

     Welcome to my day….

A new St. Joseph arrived today

       I’m up to trying anything to get the MIL’s house sold so I was very upset to find the St. Joseph statue that I’d planned to bury was stolen.  Who’d steal a little St. Joseph statue?  I had to order another one.  The new one arrived today.

     This time I’ll bury it right away and not stick it in the mailbox to bury later.  I wonder if the mailman took the other one?  No mail is delivered there, we have it all forwarded to our house.

     Anyway, I plan to get the statue buried next week and if all goes right the house should soon be out of our hands.  Please, please, please let it be so. 

RIP Cousin Bill

     Cousin by marriage, I never had a chance to meet you in person.  We talked on the phone a few times and I did enjoy your sense of humor.  I will dedicate ‘Fluffy’ to you.

     I was lucky in August, I had DH call an ambulance when I didn’t feel right.  That saved my life, I survived my heart attack.  I wish you had listened to your symptoms. 

     My heart goes out to Bill’s wife–my Cousin Gloria and his family.  He was a good man who touched many lives.

16 days to Halloween

 

     We are somewhat ready for the hordes.  Candy is stockpiled along with small toys.  I need to drag props down from the attic.  However, I’ve been on the lazy side and am thinking of bringing down only my better props this year and leaving the simple stuff in the attic.

     What can I say?  The idea of dragging it all back to the attic this years is the kicker.  I’m thinking this is a good year to KISS it.  (For those who don’t know what that means–Keep It Simple Stupid.)

     Vampyre, Zombie Zin, Royal Bitch and Wolf’s Howl wines are waiting to be opened.  I’m ready to party.

Run! She’s got them cotton swabs out again!

 

     Miss Patty has gone into hiding since I cleaned her ears.  Well, actually, she went into hiding before I could clean them.  It’s not my fault that she was shaking her head and made me take a look at them.  Ew, yucky, they were dirty. 

     Out came the cotton swabs and tissues then ~poof~ went the dog.  She bolted for her kennel and hid as far back as she could squeeze.  I swear she even held her breath. 

     “Have you seen the brown dog, dear?” I pointed to the crate.

     “Nope.”  DH tried to keep from laughing out loud.  “I haven’t seen her.”

     “I wonder where Patty is?  I bet she doesn’t know I have a cookie.”

     The white dog appeared at my feet.  Gavin tried to give his paw, do a stick ’em up, even a speak. 

     “Sorry, white dog.  This COOKIE  is for the brown dog.  It’s your sister’s COOKIE.  Maybe if PATTY doesn’t want a COOKIE, you can have it.”

     A black nose poked out of a crate door, followed by a brown and white face.  Soon I had a brown and white dog sitting at my feet next to the white dog.  I gave them both a cookie and closed the crate doors so Patty couldn’t go back into hiding.

     The brown dog gave me a killing look and tried to hide behind DH’s chair.

     “Too late.  Gotcha now.”  I cleaned her ears.  When I opened the crate doors again Patty went back into hiding. 

Anyone want to buy a house?

 

     Sunday I’ll be going over to the MIL’s house to check on the work the roofer has done there and see all the extra painting the neighbor’s son did inside.

     I hope we can buy some flooring for the kitchen soon–it depends on our finances.  I’ll be glad to get this place sold.  My cardio and mental health don’t need me constantly dealing with a house other than my own.

     I think it’s almost time to call Assist to sell.  I know I can’t do this myself.

Sunshine, the happy vitamin

     It’s amazing what a spending a few days outside in the sun can do to lift the spirits.  Of course, my being outside means I was working in the gardens, which is also quite therapeutic for me.

     I may have some sore muscles but I am certainly in a happier mood than I have been for a while.  All the gray skies and rain we had made for a miserable me.

     When Mom is happy the pups and DH are happy…