We had a quiet day. The Curmudgeon needed rest and I desperately needed sleep. He actually took the dogs out in the morning and let me sleep a bit longer.

I am so glad we don’t do anything for Xmas. That’s a load of stress off my shoulders.

No fancy dinner, no big mess to clean up.

No pricey gifts to wreck the budget.

The dogs got new collars.

Gavin says, “Hi all!”

Jerking me out of a sound sleep, the phone rang yesterday at 9 a.m. The Curmudgeon, who knows better than to wake me that early, told me they were releasing him.

I managed to wake up enough after two cups of coffee to be coherent enough to drive out to the hospital. Four hours later we left the hospital.

Yep, it took them four hours to release him.

They still don’t know what is going on, and yet they sent him home.

He seems fine but now I have the added stress of not knowing when I’ll have to call for an ambulance again because they don’t know what is going on.

Later G and I had our Christmas eve snacks, wine, and comedy channel party.

So the eve before Christmas eve The Curmudgeon is in the hospital. Not our idea of fun. It’s a good thing we don’t bother with much of anything this time of year, haven’t for many years.

He’s off to bed by seven anyway so it makes for a very boring night for me.

A couple of years ago G and I began our own little Christmas eve tradition. We get together over wine and some special treats and have a good time of our own.

This year I am so looking forward to it knowing that I’ll be at the hospital most of the day. The wine, treats, and fun company sound especially wonderful.

You all have a good holiday no matter what one you celebrate!

Love and joy to you all.

66 degrees at midnight. The picture below is from last year.

Trying to get The Curmudgeon out the door and into the car is like herding cats or several hundred three-year-olds.

It never used to be like this.

“Did you put your med list in your walker?”

“No.”

“Well why not? You need it every time with every doctor or therapist we go to even though they have received fifty gazillion of them by now.”

Low mumbling heard.

“Now? You have to go to the bathroom now? Why didn’t you think of that before we had to leave?”

More mumbling as he reappears.

“Where’s your cane? Do you have your wallet? Zip your pants up no one wants to see that.”

It takes five minutes to get from the front door to the van, that is in the driveway right beside the porch, and five more minutes to get him and the rollator loaded.

Off to the first appointment on the south side of town and then to his second appointment on the north side.

While driving to the second appointment I watch my gas gauge drop some more.

At least I managed to get in some reading while waiting for him at both places.

You all have a good one!

This time of year I am far from cheerful.

I don’t bake anything any more.

I don’t decorate at all.

In fact you’ll find my Halloween decorations are still hanging around and it’s just the way I like it.

Don’t judge.

So he had it on his phone’s schedule…appointment for speech therapy 3:30.

Cue sound effects, loud buzzer. WRONG!

Nope, 2:45.

I told him not to throw out the card but to put it on my desk so I could enter the times in my computer.

Did he? Nope.

Was I right?

Yep, we missed that one!

So first thing upon awakening, I hear, “I was wrong, the two appointments are on Monday. Today is one appointment for speech therapy.”

I took him to his speech therapy.

That’s two hours I’ll never get back and oh yeah, great fun, we go again today.

I’m glad I’d put ribs in the crock pot. We never would’ve had dinner if I hadn’t.

By the time we got home, it was past dinner time for the dogs and they let me know all about that.

Now I get to have a crazy day with two appointments on opposite ends of town next week.

Sigh.

Today’s Tee.

There wasn’t enough coffee in the world to get me going. I seriously dragged butt all day yesterday.

Every time I sat down I dozed off.

If it continues through today, the shit storm will hit. I have too much to do.

I have to run The Curmudgeon to two appointments even though I specifically told him NEVER to do that to me.

Getting him to one appointment in a day is stressful enough. You have no idea what all that takes. It is worse than dealing with a group of toddlers.

However, having to drive to two different appointments at two ends of town and within a mere hour of each other is almost impossible. All it takes is ONE to run overtime due to a back up to fuck it all up.

Yes, I truly need a fubarred day and then have to get home and cook dinner on top of it.

12/15/15 blood pressure is 111/68 at 11:09 p.m.

I hit the ground running at noon. I made a quick stop at Panera for a small coffee and a scone so I wasn’t starving while grocery shopping.

From there I hit the mail store and sent off a package of books to a friend for her not yet born grandchild.

Then I took my list and did the dreaded and hated grocery store run.

I arrived home in time to cook dinner for us and feed two starving dogs.

It’s time to color.

I iz keepingz your plaz warmz.

Here we go, as if I don’t have more than enough to do on any day you can name, we are now doing his therapies.

The first one was today. Thus my regular Monday grocery shopping is now moved to Tuesday. Anything I formerly did on Tuesday moved to Wednesday and so on and so on and we haven’t even started his speech therapy sessions which will shoot another day of the week to hell.

No, he can’t drive himself yet, and for how long that will be, is anyone’s guess. So now we add chauffeur to my many job titles for all my unpaid jobs.

On the bright side, we stopped for dinner on the way home–he has NEVER wanted to go out for dinner for the last several years.

After coloring for a little while my blood pressure on 12/13/15  at 11:26 was 106/67.

Today’s shirt.