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I love you Mom
Mom with birthday roses 2005
Many years ago I began to send my mother roses for her birthday each year because I knew how much she loved them.
She died in 2007. Today would’ve been her 98th birthday.
Happy Birthday Mom. I miss you.
Mumma iz berry sick.
Gavin here. I toldz da mumma dat I would let you know she might not be writing a blog post for a couple of days. She is sick. Nasty bug going around here caughted her good. Auntie G tooked her to da mergency dogtor yestedday morning. I’m snuggling and being a good dogtor for her now.
You all habs a good one!
Update…and it’s only Tuesday!
It’s been raining since early evening, it is now 1 a.m. The frogs are loving it. You should hear all the singing going on outside.
Both dogs think they will melt if they go out. Tough, you asked to go, you are going. *Boot*
The Curmudgeon skipped his shot last week and didn’t do his shot before bed tonight. He says he’ll do it after our friend’s funeral. He wants to be able to function through it.
I hope all this rain cools it down around here. I need to get so much done out in the yard that it makes me cry just to look at the amount of work I must do once it is tolerable enough to work out there.
Any volunteers? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
You all have a good one.
40 years ago…..
The Curmudgeon and I were married.
And today we are still together.
You all have a good one!
RIP…another friend gone.
At a little past 11 a.m. yesterday G’s husband Barry died. He had been in hospice care for a few days. Evil cancer took him away.
The Curmudgeon and I met Barry and G soon after we moved into our house. We became good friends. We watched their two boys grow up to have families of their own.
Barry will be missed by all who knew him.
Enjoy, my friends.
It’s hard to keep your sense of humor when you are watching a dear, dear friend suffer. Therefore, tonight I am posting more garden pictures. I would’ve posted brand new ones but my camera ate the last of my AA batteries. Need to buy more.
You all have a good one!
So sad
My dear friend’s husband is on a downward slide and I want to help them but there is not much I can do. I do have hugs for her, deliver wine, meals, and chocolate but I feel as though it isn’t enough. You can tell he’s not comfortable with me seeing him as he is and it breaks my heart. We’ve known them for forty years. So sad his light will soon leave this world.
Then there are the four-footed losses, so many have crossed the rainbow bridge.
The mood around here is subdued and sad.
You all have a good one. Hugs your friends and family and don’t forget to love on your furry friends and family while you’re at it.
Decompression?
How do you decompress?
I do wish I could find more than an hour or two to get some writing in. It seems that any longer than that and The Curmudgeon develops a problem he needs me to attend to immediately.
After The Curmudgeon goes to bed, my brain is fried with the stress of the day and concentration is difficult to come by. Therefore, I try to settle my brain down by reading. Again, concentration is difficult but I am getting better at it.
I’ve had days where writing is impossible. I hate those days. Usually, those days are ‘a bad day for the curmudgeon’ topped with two dogs starving for attention. If he’s down, I have to do it all with no break for a breath all day.
I do believe I need to find some way, some time to decompress, relax, get my head on straight so I can work on my books. Even if it just going to lunch with friends, it still is a form of decompression.
I am working on doing yoga and meditation again, if I can find a minute to myself, that is.
Today I went out to lunch with friends, it felt so good!
You all have a good one!
Early decompression (recompression) chamber in the park at Broome, Western Australia. The chamber was used to treat decompression sickness in Japanese pearl divers who were, generally, of small build. The chamber is now located indoors in the Broome Historical Society Museum. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Decisions, decisions…The Curmudgeon must decide.
Spent our afternoon sitting in the neurologist’s office. It looks as though they are finally going to change The Curmudgeon from Avonex to something else. The Avonex has prevented any further damage but his body’s reaction to it is getting worse as time goes on.
He will give himself his injection on a Monday night. Then for the next four days he’s in rotten shape, having trouble walking, and in general his quality of life sucks big time. This wasn’t working for us.
He has three choices, one of which is a pill taken twice a day. “Tecfidera™ is an oral therapy contained in capsules taken two times per
day. Tecfidera, formerly known as BG-12, is dimethyl fumarate, a
formulation that was developed specifically for use by people with multiple sclerosis.” He is hoping this is what he gets. Only problem is, the main side effect which lasts for about six months is the runs. Oh, fun…NOT. However, if it eventually improves his quality of life he’s willing to suffer through it.
Another choice is Tysabri it is given once every four weeks by intravenous infusion. And the third choice, one I doubt he’ll ever use, is Copaxone, it has a higher chance of side effects, is injected every day, and daily injections are something he refuses to do. Hell, he hates a once a week injection.
You all have a good one.
English: Copaxone Injection Site Reaction – Upper Left Arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Not a dog for everyone
My doctor has his own emergency clinics. This is a good thing because they take you as a walk in any time during the day and up until eleven at night at the one we tend to go to when we need urgent care. When I show up there, they will ask us what the dogs did this time…
As Bull Terrier owners the need for urgent care comes up often. You never know when one will knock you over and cause you a sprained something or other. When they wham you with their cement block heads a broken nose, a black eye, or even a concussion is not out of the realm of possibility.
My dogs have managed to sprain my ankles, wrists, and shoulders. I have skinned knees, fallen ass over tin cups, and I am covered with bruises from them on a daily basis.
These dogs are not for the faint of heart. They are definitely not for everyone. Don’t let their looks and company manners fool you, they are an army of Ninjas out to wreak havoc on humans.
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