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A day in the life of Lucy.
I playz hard.
Woof.
I pwotectz da Mumma, Daddy, and my big brover.
I makez sure my Daddy getz upstairz safewy.
I snugglez my Daddy.
I teazes my Brudder all da time.
I sleepz wiff my Mumma on da couch.
Night, night.
Lazy day pictures from my garden
With all the rain, my garden is in dire need of weeding and mulching. I haven’t gotten around to it yet.
The front porch looks pretty nice too.
Shark week and shark fest
Okay, someone explain to me my need to watch these shows.
I keep flipping between the channels.
Sharks have always given me the creeps and that’s why I don’t understand why I am watching these shows!
Okay, yeah, those are wolves on the screen, but if I took a picture now it’d be sharks up there.
Stress relief…or I love you but…
Ever have one of those days where you just can’t stand the sound of the other half’s voice for one more minute?
Yeah, that was me the last two days.
My solution for days like that is to pull out the MP3 player and pop in the head phones.
Music = mini vacation.
Again? You want out again?
Oh yeah, The Curmudgeon did his third injection of Rebiff. Not sure if we’re seeing any results yet. However, with him it is difficult to tell if he’s improving or not since he spends most of his time sitting in his damned chair watching TV.
Don’t mind me this was one of those days where I felt like everyone’s slave.
Is it any wonder that I don’t get any writing done these days?
My butt would no sooner hit a chair and one of the dogs or The Curmudgeon wanted me to do something for them. I have so much I need to do but they have me running in circles so much I can’t even catch my breath much less catch up on things.
Second injection of Rebif.
Woke to The Curmudgeon on the phone again. “I’m down in the back yard. Can you come and help me up?”
Told him to wait for me to get dressed. I was NOT going outside in my PJs.
I quickly dressed, closed my bedroom window, turned on my bedroom AC, turned off the whole house fan, turned on the other upstairs air conditioner, closed the window in his room and headed downstairs. I closed the front door, turned on the AC in the living room, grabbed his walker, and headed out to the backyard to find him.
Didn’t have to go far. He and Lucy were right outside the back door. She was patiently sitting beside him.
He said she nudged him from time to time, “get up Daddy!” I manged to get him in the house without injuring my back again. Yay me.
He did his second injection of Rebif in the evening. Now we wait to see how he is with two injections under his belt.
Lucy spent the rest of the day keeping an eye The Curmudgeon. 
Freaky weather
Wow, strange weather yesterday. All around us, we saw on TV, that high winds took out trees, some looked twisted, so I’m betting it wasn’t only high winds.
We were lucky we just had monsoon rains and hail the size of golf balls.
Lucy had no desire to go outside in the monsoon no matter how badly she needed to pee. Poor girl held it for hours.
Gavin didn’t care, if he had to go, he went out and went.
The Curmudgeon napped through it all. He sort of looked like Lucy here.
Lucy sleeping
Keep your fingers crossed.
So today The Curmudgeon started using Rebiff, interferon beta-1a. This is another injection drug, although this one is subcutaneous and given 3 times a week.
Where beez da sun?
Da Momma sez dat if we getz much more wain we willz need an awk.
I habn’t gotted much chanz to wearz my hat and doggles wiff all ob de wain we habz.
I wishes dere waz sum way to send sum ob da wain out west weres dey needz it more.
If I beez lucky tomowwow I will getz to go foah a walkiez in da pawk. Mumma sez we will if we don’tz habs more ob da wain.
An MS sucks sort of day
Went to bed at my, as of lately, usual time of 5:30 a.m. Woke to The Curmudgeon’s voice on the phone, “I’m down and I can’t get up.”
Leap out of bed, heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, cussing, mad.
Why?
I had less than three and one half hours of sleep.
I went to bed thinking, “Wow, I don’t have to run anywhere today, I can sleep in!”
Yeah, Nope.
Hurt my back again trying to get him up into his chair and later upstairs and into his bed.
Nope. There was no help.
Yep, I actually went knocking on doors to find some. No responses.
No, I won’t call 911 for help because it’s not life threatening and they frown on it.
Yes, I did tell him that if I hit the lottery I was outta here. Granted, I’d make sure he was well taken care of…
I just can’t do this much more without losing my sanity completely.
One of those days.
The idiot thugs from down the street decided it would be fun to come up to our end of the street and have a huge yelling, screaming, phone cameras rolling fight. At 2:30 a.m. Yes, I said TWO THIRTY in the MORNING.
I so did not wish to have a need to call the police, I so did not wish to watch The Curmudgeon come stumbling downstairs because of the commotion, and I so did not wish to get my adrenaline pumping.
Seems I am the only one around here with the guts to phone the police, the idiot thugs and the asshole younger shits have intimidated most. Not me.
As I told the Curmudgeon, “I already died once. They don’t scare me.”
I need that lottery win because they truly don’t scare me but they probably will be the death of me with the stress they cause around here.
I so need to get out of here and go live on a nice quiet beach.
Oh effing crap.
We missed The Curmudgeon’s CT scan appointment yesterday because no one told us he had one. This is to recheck his lungs. We were told that we would get a call to tell us if they could schedule him in.
Never got a call.
We were home.
We did get a call to tell us he missed it.
Then, pissed off, he started making a few calls of his own. 
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