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Stress? Let’s watch my blood pressure this week.
Spending the last few days catching my breath in preparation for The Curmudgeon’s return home. I know that once he’s home again I’ll not get a moment of rest.
I doubt he knows how demanding he is or that he is the reason for my high blood pressure.
We can play the blood pressure game, starting yesterday to one week from yesterday.
My blood pressure 10:30 p.m. 12/1/15 was 124/66.
Not bad after running out to Good Shepherd and having two close calls driving in the rain. Both close calls caused by idiots talking on their phones while driving. Cell phones are hazards! Put the phones away, so what if you might miss a call or two, it is not worth risking your life and the lives of others.
Getting things ready for him to come home
I made a grocery store run and loaded up on things for The Curmudgeon. He loves various frozen breakfast items he can make for himself and the freezer is now fully stocked for him.
Since he’s lost so much weight and needs to put some back on, I bought pudding cups for him to try. I also have some high calorie, flavorful, easy for him to eat, meals planned.
Those days I’ll eat something else. I seriously do not need the extra calories.
He’s coming home Thursday so I don’t have a ton of time to get things in order.
Didz you sez Daddy iz comingz home?!
Quiet Sunday
The pups and I had a quiet Sunday. As they slept all day, I washed all their bedding, vacuumed the downstairs, and caught up on a few other chores.
The house is still not clean. I doubt it will ever be clean. I have two dogs, a husband who is a slob when he’s home, and an old house that seems to generate dirt from nowhere.
Flirty old fart
Took some clean clothes over to The Curmudgeon yesterday. Found him in the cafeteria just finishing lunch. Of course the man was seated at a table with two women…the flirty old fart. Always the charmer, him.
He was looking so much better than he was when all this crap started. It’s hard to believe we came so close to losing him mere weeks ago.
Look who is waiting for him to get home.
Gimme some pie
I pounded a turkey breast cutlet flat, seasoned and breaded it, and fried it in coconut oil. With it I had couscous with saffron, garlic, and peppers.
Yep, that was my thanksgiving dinner. Mine was better than what The Curmudgeon had at the rehab. He has to have all of his food minced now making most of it unrecognizable. However, he did get pumpkin pie.
The only thing I had a mad craving for was pie. All. The. Pies. I want pecan and pumpkin and mincemeat, and apple…I want allthepies!!!
Happy to stay home
Traffic around here is always a bitch but on holidays it’s worse.
Although, the other day had to take the cake on bad traffic. G and I were heading out to the farmers market when at 15th and Liberty streets we stopped on Liberty street for the light. There were two vehicles in front of us. The light turned green and the first one went across the intersection.
The second car’s driver seemed momentarily distracted and sat there a bit before pulling out. I was just stepping on the gas when another car came flying down 15th, ran the light, and almost hit the vehicle in front of us. Only missed hitting it because of the quick thinking of the driver of the car in front of us who was able to get out-of-the-way with some very smart maneuvering.
Our hearts were pounding because we SAW how close it was to being a serious accident with fatalities–mere inches.
Also, had the driver in front of us gone right through the light behind the first vehicle we would’ve been hit by the speeding red light running car. Yep, our hearts were still pounding when we got to the market.
First stop was the Clover Hill Winery shop for a taste and two bottles to take home.
You all have a good Thanksgiving!
Nice sunset
Off schedule is out of kilter
It seems that The Curmudgeon is falling into the routines at the rehab hospital so well that he gets a bit peeved when one of the therapies throws another one off schedule.
I’ve been down with a creeping crud and dare not take it out there with so many compromised patients. So he’s taken to calling me twice a day.
He gives me the low down on which nurse is driving him bonkers and who has visited or called him. He has his cell phone with him. Therefore, if any of his friends are reading this–you can call him on it. If he’s in therapy, he’ll call you back.
If there are no set backs and things continue to go smoothly, he may be home a week from Thursday.
We iz waiting for himz.
I knew he needed a brace
Finally, the doctor at Good Shepherd Rehab hospital tried a brace on The Curmudgeon to keep him from dragging his foot. Now they are fitting him for one after seeing how much it helped.
I’ve been saying for years I thought he needed one to help him walk better. All one has to do is look at the wear and tear on his shoe to see the need. But who am I other than just his wife who doesn’t have an armload of medical degrees? I couldn’t possibly know these things. Right?
Addicted to coffee? You betcha.
My ICoffee machine is definitely feeding my addiction these days. It’s far too easy and yummy to have a good cup of coffee in my hand. It comes with its own reusable pod that I haven’t tried yet.
Why is that?
I found variety packs of pods on Amazon. I am enjoying trying all the different coffees, teas, hot chocolates, and even hot ciders.
Once I narrow things down to some favorites I know which ones to buy regularly.
Still feeling yucky and Lucy is insistent on being my nurse. She’s such a cutie.
Lucy posts today
Momma iz not feeling berry gooder. I Lucy amz making her stay on da couch wiff me and snugglez.
She talked to Da Daddy on da phone a cuppla timez but she notz going in dere to see him when she iz sickiez.
Quiet day
The pups had me up early so I called G and asked her if she wanted to join me on farmers market foray. (I was jonesing for a bear claw.) She hot-footed it over and off we went.
After a quick trip to the farmers market, I spent the rest of the day trying to catch up on my sleep. I still feel exhausted, but it could be whatever I am coming down with is making itself known.
The Curmudgeon called late afternoon and sounded pretty good. He’d had a busy day of therapy and was heading to a shower.
I wore this today.
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