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A minute to myself
That’s all I ask.
Even better would be a space of my own.
A little space all my own where no one can come in uninvited.
A desk, a comfy chair, bookcases, a good reading lamp, and a strong lock on the door.
An escape pod if you will.
Shot reaction
Seems MS rears its ugly head at the worst times for any reason under the sun.
This time as a bad reaction to The Curmudgeon’s pneumonia shot.
One shot resulted in two days of not being able to get out of his bed and four days of profound weakness.
This insidious disease takes more of him as each day passes.
The Curmudgeon’s Tee shirt today
If I ever say…
If I ever say, I am going grocery shopping on a Monday…Stop me. Remind me I swore to never do it again. Never, I repeat, NEVER have I seen the store that crowded and so many long lines at the registers and all registers were open. Even the self serve registers had long lines. Worse thing is the parking lot looked almost freaking empty. Looks are deceiving.
If I ever say, I’ll remember that…Hand me a pen an make me write it down because there’s no way I’ll remember it. Tell me something and five minutes later it has fled my brain.
If I ever say, I don’t need any help…Don’t you believe it. I can always use some help. I am overwhelmed and under staffed.
Today’s Tee shirt
Cancer sucks.
Dear Mary,
Today is your 59th birthday. I wish you were here to celebrate it. My heart still aches every time I think of you and I still think of you a lot.
If things had gone as planned, you would be playing with your granddaughters and we’d be running a beach-side bed and breakfast.
I miss you every day.
That will never stop.
I love you baby sister. I wish you were here.
We lost Mary to metastatic breast to bone cancer 4/13/2001.
Just get along.
It truly is a wonder that we haven’t blown this earth of ours to bits.:
I play an online game and I see so many people taking quick offense that it shocks me to my marrow that we are still here.
It’s only a game and yet some people act like it is of vital importance.
No people, it isn’t. It is a distraction, a game, a lark. It is no more important than a dust mote in the sun.
Step back and breathe.
Ever try to catch up on sleep?
I have.
It never works.
Seems that each time I try to take a nap, someone, some dog, the phone, the doorbell, something… conspires to prevent that lapse into REM sleep.
Once that happens I can’t go there. Wide awake I cuss out the world.
I should sleep so well.
Scheduled to death again
I no longer have a life.
Nope, I have a schedule.
My life is ruled by appointments.
Take this month, not only do I have a couple of appointments, but so does The Curmudgeon–3 in one week alone.
Lucy also has one to get her teeth cleaned, which means two trips to the vet’s office one to drop her off in the morning and one to pick her up in the afternoon.
Not a morning person…
Never a morning person.
Call before 10 a.m. and you will either get a total bitch or a person who is completely disoriented.
All my friends know better than to call me before 10 a.m. and the smartest ones wait until after noon.
Therefore, for me to go to my cardiologist appointment every 6 months is not an easy thing to do. The latest appointment he has in his office near us is the one I always take and that is for 11:40 a.m.
This time they called to change it for an earlier time, by more than an hour, because he had to leave early.
I dragged my ass out of bed and sucked down a cup of coffee, took care of the dogs, showered and dressed, and was there on time. That in itself was a complete miracle.
The fact that I arrived wide awake and actually joked with the staff and him was unbelievable.
It won’t happen again in my lifetime.
Today’s Tee shirt
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