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Fried brain
It seems that not enough has happened this past week so The Curmudgeon had to go overboard. He didn’t tell me he fell again the other day and smashed his ribs into the side board of his bed. Well, he did. Yep, looks like he cracked a couple of ribs again. Worse thing is he’s come down with a bit of a cough with it. Uh huh, that hurts.
His moans and groans are epic and I swear Gavin mimics him once in a while to garner attention. Thank goodness for bedtime around here, a time where I get a little break in the chaos, unless The Curmudgeon can’t fall to sleep, then the chaos continues.
I long for a day of silence. Not complete ear ringing silence, but the silence you find at a beach when you are the only one there, or in the woods in the early evening.
I don’t want a running commentary of what is playing on TV. I am in the same room and trying to do something not pertaining to the TV. Please don’t tell me about that stupid commercial for the four hundred and thirty-seventh time.
By the end of the day my brain is fried into a crispy non-functioning pile of cells. You all have a good day.
Patty is not well
I guess we didn’t have enough stress in this house. Day before yesterday Patty did a lot of whining all night, very unlike her, poor pup. (Gavin is the whiny butt in this house.) Therefore my instructions to The Curmudgeon was that he make an appointment for her at the vet’s first thing in the morning.
We took her to the Vet’s. A new vet since all our vets retired from the practice. Thank goodness she has French Bulldogs and is familiar with how stoic the bully breeds are. Too stoic, she would not tell her doctor where she hurt. All the vet could tell was, she had less range of motion than normal when she moved Patty’s head up, down, and side to side. Not one yip or whine did the pup make in front of her new vet. Not a good thing. She showed her doctor nothing to give a hint to the degree of pain she’s in.
A listen to her chest found a new problem, a heart murmur, stage 4. Now we know why she almost passed out while rough housing with Gavin a few weeks ago. After her syncope incident I wouldn’t allow too much play on her part.
She’s medicated, still whiny (at home), and on plenty of rest. We hope we can at least relieve her pain and get her feeling better.
Now I have to keep track of The Curmudgeon’s medications, my medications, and Patty’s medications.
Would it be possible for us to have at least one stress free week in the future?
You all have a good one and please keep Patty in your thoughts. She can use the help.
Wet weather
Lots of rain brought flooding to many areas around here. We’re lucky, our house is on a high point. Even so, our basement got wet. The ground is so saturated there’s no place for it to drain.
The poor pups were very unhappy campers with more rain yesterday. I think Patty is feeling waterlogged. Gavin would look out the back door at the pouring rain, heave a big sigh, then go out three steps into the yard, and pee as fast as he could.
The wet weather is making The Curmudgeon miserable. He’s had to take break through pain medications for the last three days.
As I listen to the rain start once again, I am looking forward to a couple of sunny days.
You all have a good one.
Mom says we won’t melt in the rain, but we don’t believe her.
Lighting candles for our neighbors in the midwest
Tornadoes have once again ripped through several states and cities. Our thoughts are with our neighbors. May the days get easier, the storms fewer, and may relief, shelter, love and comfort come quickly to you all.
:D
We have a new roof! Jimmy, the new roofer, promised me no more leaks. I told him I’d hold him to that. He’ll be the first person I call if we have any water dripping.
I can’t tell you what a relief it is to have that taken care of at last. We had years and years of our old roofer patching and making the old slate roof last another year. We just couldn’t afford to replace the entire roof at his prices.
The new roofer is more reasonable in price and faster too.
No more leaks! That means I have fewer excuses to not get my painting done.
You all have a good one!
Patty and Gavin say, “We was berry berry good, we did notz bark at all the noise and vibberationing. Momma and Daddy are proud of us.”
Gone fishing…well, not yet but on Monday!
Yes, I plan to sneak away on Monday and go fishing. I don’t like to go on the weekends because too many people invade the park. Maybe I’ll even fly my kite.
You all have a good one!
No roof yet
The roofer’s son had his gall bladder out yesterday morning. We had sustained wind at 35 mph all day. In no way did I expect any roofing to be done. It will get done when it gets done. I have faith in this man.
Cardiologist appointment went very well. Cholesterol level is excellent and all else is great. I don’t go back to see him again for six months.
Had KD Lang and Jane Sidberry’s duet ‘Calling All Angels’ running through my head all day. Don’t ask me why. So here’s an ear worm for you today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRUErh47sao
You all have a good one!
Red sky at night….
Short note this time.
Since I usually write these in the wee hours of the morning, and I know I won’t be up in the wee hours this night. I am popping in early to leave this note.
Today I am off to my cardiologist (morning appointment and I don’t do mornings…) While I’m gone, the roofer will be working on the roof. His son didn’t have pancreatitis, he had gall stones which at 7 a.m. they removed.
Now I’m off to finish washing my dinner dishes and taking the dogs out so I can get to bed early and make it to my doctor appointment on time.
You all have a good one!
Something pretty to start your day.
What a day
No roof work yesterday. Our roofer’s son is in the hospital with pancreatitis. We can wait, his son is more important.
Instead, I ran to the vet’s office for a bag of Patty’s special kidney diet food. To the pet store for dog cookies sans protein. And then to the grocery store for a few needed items.
Gavin and Patty love their Old Mother Hubbard Cookies. Now they have a bunch of new ones for the pups to try, they are happy campers.
The Curmudgeon tried to help carry some grocery bags from the front door to the kitchen, but for some reason, lost his balance and down he went, whacking his head in the process. He had a totally shit day going anyway, might as well top it off with a real doozy.
I gave him an ice pack and continued on my way to unloading my van and bringing everything inside. Then I put all the stuff away. I think it’s time for a nice spiced rum and coke.
You all have a good one!
Did Someone say cookies???????!!!
No more raindrops keep falling on my head?!
The old roof is well over 100 years old. It is slate. It is shot. It has patches on patches. The pictures this young roofer came down with on his phone to show The Curmudgeon were downright scary.
Today we get a new roof. Yay!
Not looking forward to the morning, I’ll get to wake up to sound of someone pounding on our roof. Not the most pleasant way to wake up, but better than some of my mornings.
Ah, yes. A new roof, good for at least thirty years. No more patches. May this please be the end of our leaks. What a pleasure in the days to come to not have to put buckets under drips. A dream come true.
You all have a good one…I think I’m going to need a lot more coffee.
Getting ready for the Pennwriters conference again!
I didn’t go last year because Pittsburgh seemed too far away from The Curmudgeon when he was doing so poorly. Lancaster is much closer to home so I feel safe in going this year.
I had to buy new clothes, I haven’t lost any weight, rather I gained even more. That sucks. My doctor says it is the medications I’m on that aren’t helping me with weight loss. Duh Doc. However, with the stent, the high blood pressure from stress, and all it isn’t safe for me to stop taking them. I might be able to stop taking them if I lost weight and could cut my stress levels down. Oh, ya think?? WTF do you think I have been trying to do? Vicious cycle.
Yeah, cut my stress levels down. Surely you jest? You try living with The Curmudgeon. I love the man but his MS is a stress level mine field. From one day to the next, we have no idea how bad his day will be. I haven’t had a break in two years.
I know I won’t go to Pittsburgh next year, but I think G and I might try for four days at a beach somewhere. I can’t go two years without a break again. If I hit the lottery, I think I’ll set up a MS caregivers vacation timeshare somewhere.
You all have a good one!
I wish I knew who took this photo so I could credit them.
I didn’t take this picture.
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