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Oh, to sleep, perchance to sleep…
I don’t think I’ve had a restful sleep since The Curmudgeon’s first hospitalization back in October.
Now I find that I am so tired all the time that I fall asleep while seated at my desk, on the couch watching TV, anywhere I am motionless for more than a few minutes…
And still I don’t get enough rest.
Therefore, I am cranky, mean-spirited, and resentful. Not a pleasant person.
Dinner, dinner, what’s for dinner?
A less inventive dinner but a true favorite of The Curmudgeon’s is my Philly cheese steak dinner. We had it last night. He turned into Mr. Smiley.
So far, the last few days, we’ve had meatloaf, sesame chicken and rice, and cheese steaks.
Time to play dinner roulette or something to figure out tonight’s dinner. Yes, I begin planning our next dinner sometime after midnight almost every night.
Personally, I’d go out to dinner often these days but that costs money.
Not a fan of hazelnut coffees
As I sit here going through our flavored coffee K-cup order that arrived a few hours ago. I find myself pulling 8 hazelnut flavored cups to give to G. She loves it. We don’t care for them. Why is it that every flavored coffee mix out there insists on including a passel of hazelnut cups?
Yes, I often order both flavor variety boxes and boxes of a variety of dark roast coffees. It is both an addiction and a small pleasure for The Curmudgeon and me.
We don’t own a Keurig, they are notorious for failing and the company doesn’t stand by their product.
We do have an iCoffee Opus that I LOVE.
A day out with a good friend makes a difference
In fact, it makes all the difference in the world to my temperament.
Being locked in the same house with a drama queen man who has MS will make you crazy, cranky, and ready for a rubber room.
G and I went out to lunch and then we did my grocery shopping. We laughed, joked, talked, and gave my mind some much-needed fresh air.
I now feel less inclined to end him.
I am more able to ignore the drama queen.
Today’s T-shirt.
You know you’re tired when…
You curl up on the couch with the dog after dinner “for a few minutes” and wake up hours later….
You don’t feel as though you slept for hours.
You can fall back on the couch and sleep for another eight hours, no problem.
You long for your bed that you haven’t slept in for five months.
One day falters into the next and the next…
And the…you get the idea. It feels like Groundhog Day, the movie.
Each day is the same as the last.
Nothing changes.
The Curmudgeon perfected his drama queen routine.
I, on the other hand, am losing my mind.
My grip on my sanity is slipping away.
Where’s my freaking package?
To our mailman: If you can’t do your job, stop lying about it, find a solution, or find another job.
Our mailman is a liar and lazy as hell.
He often doesn’t deliver our neighborhood’s mail for days on end. He also lies about attempts to deliver.
The Curmudgeon’s chair is about eight feet from the door he knows if the mailman has been there or not because he’s always in his chair.
We have a package that was supposed to be delivered yesterday and again today. Never got here.
I wouldn’t have known about the ‘attempt to deliver’ had Amazon not e-mailed me. We know there was no attempt. The mailman never arrived on our street. We watched for him!
The USPS is not reliable. The employees no longer take pride in their jobs. And we get screwed again.
I’ve notified the USPS and the Inspector General of the USPS. Do I expect results? Nope. But doing it purged me of the anger.
Oh, and he can’t use the disrepair of our steps as an excuse. They are fixed. Have been for a week.
You know it’s cold when…
Lucy spends every minute she can rolled into a fuzzy blanket burrito.
When Gavin wastes no time outside and scurries in immediately after emptying his bladder.
I dread going out to start the cars tomorrow because I forgot to do it today.
Your bones ache.
The furnace seems to run constantly.
You have to wear a sweatshirt even with the furnace running all the time.
Cold cold cold weather.
Lucy insists on wearing her hat and coat to go out, this little pup is no fool. Gavin has a wooly coat, thanks to his Nova Scotia birth, and he doesn’t mind the cold one bit.
Ten degrees with a windchill dropping us to minus four. Yep, cold.
I’m done with winters. I want to be here.
Gavin’s blood work…
It’s great to say that most of his blood work came back with cheers of excellent from his vet. However, there were a couple of values in his liver numbers that she did not cheer about. “We’ll keep an eye on those,” she said.
For Gavin’s age, fourteen years old, he is in great shape. We’ve never had one of our bully loves make it to this age.
I’m sure he’s not going to want to get in the car next week when we have to go back to his vet’s office. Even less so when he has to go a third time. He’s never liked to go there, he’s gone to the same office since he was a little guy.
At the vet’s…
Yeah, an hour later, $650.00 lighter, and the old dog was acting like nothing happened. Guess who was chasing three tennis balls all over the living room?
Like he didn’t throw up twice the day before…which he NEVER does.
At least now he’s having his ears treated and we’ll go back next week to spend another small fortune on them. His vet is aware of how lousy his teeth look, how weird his nails grow, and that he HATES being there.
He’s had a nail trim done by two people and it took three people to clean his ears. Is it any wonder why I couldn’t keep at them with my left hand dead and The Curmudgeon out of commission?
I do love my vets and their staff, never any recriminations when we let things get a bit ahead of us.
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