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He struggled yesterday
It was hard to watch how much The Curmudgeon struggled to stay upright.
I cry every night after he goes up to bed.
I find myself pushing him away, distancing myself and I get so angry all the time.
I’m not a nice person.
I used to be a nice person.
A Pooh Bear sort of lunch
So I called G yesterday morning and asked her if she’d like to make a Target run with me.
She was game so off we went.
After making our purchases at Target, we headed over to the farmers market.
By the time we left the farmers market we were both starved and set our sights on our new favorite restaurant, Wrangler’s Roost.
As usual we ordered the same thing, a Southern fried chicken sandwich. It comes with either BBQ sauce or honey for dipping. We chose the honey.
The right choice! Absolutely delicious but very sticky. We were the image of Winnie The Pooh in the honey pot. 🙂
Today’s Tee shirt
Lucy at the vet’s
Lucy went to the vet’s today, for her while asleep leakage problem and a sort of pre-tooth cleaning visit to set things up for it.
She managed to charm everyone there. She’s truly a love sponge.
Just a quick note
Did you ever notice how when you are told to rest it becomes impossible to do?
At least it is for me…
Rest he says…
My doctor wonders why I laugh whenever he tells me to get a lot of rest.
It’s a man thing. They have no idea why a woman never gets the rest she needs.
Rest he says….yeah, I’ll do that when I win the lottery and can hire an army of maids to clean this house.
Rest he says… I’ll do that when I hit the lottery and can hire a cook.
Rest he says… I’ll do that when I have a doggie door and dog proof fences.
Rest he says… I’ll do that when The Curmudgeon has his own nurse and I no longer have to do it all for him.
And now…I am going to try to get some rest.
Hey Doc…I have this tickle in my chest…
So, I got a shot, antibiotics, and a cough syrup from the doctor today and all I did was go in for my regularly scheduled appointment.
Problem was I’ve had this tickle in my chest for a couple of weeks so naturally I mentioned it to him.
He took a listen to my lungs and said, “Yuck.”
The next thing I knew, one of his nurses gave me a shot and handed me a bottle pills and a bottle of cough syrup.
I go back in a month now.
What am I bid?
One Curmudgeon in poor condition.
Going once…
Going twice…
What no bids?
None?
So, I’m still stuck with him…. Sigh.
The darkness comes
I never know when the darkness will creep over me and drag me to the pit of despair.
Invariably, it comes upon me with a greater regularity than it used to do.
I look around and find everything shaded in gray and black. No brightness, no joy.
I’m a drudge and nothing more.
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