Advice for those with bipolar disorder:

1. Develop a strong faith life.
3. Communicate with your doctor. Be honest; if you are hearing things he needs to know, and it's a very easy fix! I know!
4. You're going to have to deal with side effects: remember they are worth it.
5. You are DEAD without your medication.
6. Avoid drugs and alcohol: they are mood poison.
7. Learn to laugh at yourself and ride the waves.
8. Proper sleep is vital; don't neglect it.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

It doesn't matter

Depression's pretty bad today.  It's not related to Ron, it just is. 

I hate that about my illness.  Things can be going well all around me, but it doesn't matter.  It doesn't matter.  And that, I think, is the problem civilians have with my illness. 

I learned recently I may be considered schizoaffective and not bipolar, because I hallucinate.  I don't really care about the label but I sure mind the depressions. 

Why, I wonder, couldn't I get a nice clear mania right about now?  That would be great.  Not a big one, just some nice clear energy and positivity for a change. 

Instead poor Ron is stuck with my depressions "Aren't you happy to see me?" he wonders.  Yes, I am.  That's why I came.  But I'm depressed and this is my best.  Oh. 

He had some problems with his cell phone last night, he apparently put it in silent mode and couldn't receive any calls.  He asked his "tech" (CNA) to help him and the man did, fixing the silent mode and the volume issues.  Most guys like to tinker with things like that, and I'm sure it was a nice change from his usual duties. 

Today, Ron tells me, his phone isn't charging.  So I will have to trouble shoot.  It could be his battery is dead, or the charger.  One of the two.  Ron has an extra phone, I'm bringing it. 

I plan to verify if the charger is plugged in, Ron asked but sometimes people don't see everything.  If it is, I will verify to see if it is working.  If it isn't working we will swap out the chargers.  If the charger is working I will swap out the battery.  That ought to do it. 

I am thinking about getting a little thank you gift for the guy who helped Ron get his phone out of silent mode.  I think that would be nice. 

But Ron is expecting me so I may wait.  I don't know.  I'm just do damned tired and hurting (mentally).  I don't want to do anything.  I just want to curl up in a ball and whine, but I have a husband to care for, a house to manage, and a business to run. 

Tomorrow I need to get up at an ungodly hour to go to work.  Also, very high odds (according to my calendar) #6 will have another one of their trademark parties this weekend.  Either tomorrow night (not as likely), or Saturday (high odds). 

At least Ron will miss it, at the rehab place.  I plan to avoid the party as much as possible. 

There is absolutely nothing worse than the sound of 20 children screaming at the top of their lungs, when I am depressed. 

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Two days for the price of one

I was exhausted yesterday and not up to posting. 

I got up, went to the warehouse. Arrived and realized I did not have my "membership" card.  Had to go back home.  Paid driver for all this.  Back to warehouse.  Bought my stuff, put it in the truck.  Go to work.  Free up 2 carts and drag them outside.  Load with supplies. 

Get into work and stock stock stock.  Do a cursory soda inventory and realize I need pretty much everything.  Finish stocking.  Call driver, go home. 

Take a short nap, do housework (doing God Time every day too).  Go see Ron for a couple of hours.  Come home.  Crash. 

Today I got up pretty early.  Chuck was supposed to pick m up at 7, he was late, I assumed traffic.  We got stuck in more traffic but arrived in plenty of time. 

I met the repairman and he replaced the "Y control board".  He only charged me for the part. 

I accepted graciously and thanked him profusely.  He tested it so I know it is working. 

Then I stocked everything.   That took a while.  I also did an inventory for soda and got all that done.  I called Ron and gave that to him. 

He called the company in between therapy sessions and placed the order for delivery Friday. 

I came home, took a nap, did some housework, and went to see Ron.  We had a good visit both days.  However, after I got home he called me.  His phone is broken so we need to swap out the SIM card at the provider store.  Looks like I will be taking Ron's old phone, the "spare" phone, and getting it fixed tomorrow. 

I have tomorrow off of work but I still have things to do.  I am sleeping late.  I didn't even set an alarm. 

I'm running a load of laundry right now, Ron got some tomato sauce on his clothes the other day and it had to be washed.  My clothes can generally wait politely until I have a full load, but Ron is hard on his clothes. 

I go through a lot of stain remover.  I'm OK with that.  It's generally food stains and I'm glad he is enjoying his food. 

That is the nice thing about all this - he didn't lose his flavors this time. 

Anyway, I'm tired (again!) so it's off to bed.  Hopefully I will have something more profound to share tomorrow. 

((((Hugs))))  Night. 

Monday, October 17, 2016


I got up pretty early and went to work.  Everything was pretty quiet, except for the bottled vendor, which was broken again.  [curses]  The repairman and I arranged a date to meet to get it fixed. 

I stocked what I could, got my delivery, and stocked it.  I made a list of inventory I need to buy tomorrow.  I am lacking some important things I need. 

I had a look at my carts, I have so many bottled drinks (that I couldn't sell, because the bottled vendor has been out of order), they are pretty unusable.  I store the bottled drinks on the carts until I can put them in the fridge. When they're ready to sell they go back on a cart and into the vending machine. 

But I have a pileup of inventory.  I need certain things, like bottled water, canned soda, pastry, and chips, but I have nowhere to put it. 

I will have to settle for using my folding hand handcart for the inventory.  I looked, there's no simple way I could combine everything onto one cart, much less clear both. 


Happily I will not have to load a bunch of heavy bottled drinks, that's what almost wrecked my back last week.  Praise God that healed up quickly and I didn't have any lasting damage. 

I did get smart and buy a lumbar support brace with suspenders, to use when handling the heavy stuff.  I have seen enough of back trouble with Ron in the last couple months, I don't want any of my own.  I probably have a few days yet before it shows up, but it will show before I have to do any truly heavy lifting. 

I chatted with the other vendor and bragged on Ron's progress.  I am very proud of him. 

I came home and took a nap.  Ron woke me up calling about something, but I didn't mind.  I managed to go back to sleep quickly. 

I got up around 2 and got picked up at 3.  I went to see Ron.  When I went in his room I couldn't find him, so I realized he was at the gym doing physical therapy.  Sure enough, I found him. 

I could hear him talking from the doorway.  I approached him with a catcall and he lit up.  I noticed he was very diligent in doing all his exercise, volunteered to do extra reps, asked to go for a walk without the walker (went about 100 feet), and overall showed off for me. 

I found it tremendously endearing.  If I have to be married to a man so frail, it is touching to see he is doing everything he can do bulk up for me. 

I'm just happy his pain level seems greatly reduced.  He still has neuropathy pain, and I noticed they put a lidocaine patch on his bad hand, but he was bright, sparkly, and affectionate.  I have missed this man. 

He's a good man.  Recent events have obscured that. 

Yes, I worry about alcohol when he comes home.  I would be an idiot to think he is done drinking.  I can only hope the Flomax will keep his drinking down to a dull roar.  I don't know what kind of pain pills they will send him home with, or whether he will even need them (!), but I know those also interact with alcohol.  I will have the pharmacist clearly state all this to Ron so he is aware of the risks. 

But yes, I do believe he will begin drinking when he comes home.  And that makes me very sad.  There is also absolutely nothing I can do about it. 

I won't have a meltdown when I "catch" him drinking but I will remind him of interactions and leave it at that. At some point Ron has to make his own decisions. 

We had a good time, I stayed for about three and a half hours.  I'd have stayed later, but I have an early wakeup tomorrow.  We had a nice cuddle in his hospital bed (weight limit, 1000 pounds). 

I am hoping his incision is about healed.  It's been almost 2 weeks now.  They have it bandaged and I'm really not in a hurry to look underneath.  I have seen the effects, and that's enough. 

I came home and gave the cats their treats.  They are pretty demanding.  I had better make sure I have a couple extra boxes for the disaster kit.  I can't imagine, some horrible event and now I'm out of cat treats.  They would be furious. 

And it's about time for me to go to bed, so I'll end it for tonight. 

Sunday, October 16, 2016

I can live with "cute"

I slept about 12 hours last night.  I would hate for anyone to think I am burning myself out. 

Agenda for today: shower (done), God time (about to do), dry and fold a load of clothes, do up my meds for 2 weeks.  Nap.  Go see Ron for a couple of hours and maybe get some groceries on the way home. 

Ron told me today someone had a code at his facility.  Everyone was working on the person and his meds were late.  He didn't sound too upset about the meds.  The person got carted off in an ambulance. 

I'll be praying for them.  The average person at the center seems to run between 60 and 80 years old, so Ron fits right in.  They do have a little trouble with him being blind, and have a bad tendency to move things without telling him, but that's really his only complaint. 

I got up, completed my agenda, and had a pretty good day. 

I did my God Time and did up my medication for a while, as the laundry dried.  The meds and the clothes finished about the same time.  I put the clothes away and took a nap. 

But I couldn't sleep, I'd had 2 Mountain Dews (diet) with breakfast.  So I decided to make a sandwich and take my pills, which usually create a good nap. 

I ate my turkey and cheese (with mayo, on whole wheat) with a diet pink lemonade drink I had made up.  Big mistake.  I had horrible heartburn and indigestion for hours (even now). 

I did, however, get a good little nap (about an hour) before I went to see Ron.  I brought him an extension cord because he was complaining about it.  We had a good visit, the staff walked in on us during a cuddle.  I was a little embarrassed even though we are married, and we were both fully clothed so we couldn't have been having sex. 

Ron's blood pressure was a mellow 104 when they checked it.  I guess I am good for his blood pressure.  Not that he really has problems with it, but it's been in the 140 range. 

One of the staff acted as though she'd caught me [edited for content] with Ron [edited for content], the other one just thought it was "cute".  I can live with "cute". 

Ron and I went through his bag and made some changes on what stayed and what went home. I brought him some clean clothes.  His current clothes are OK, surprisingly.  He has deodorant and a hair brush, that's all he really needs. 

And a couple changes of clothes, of course.  His vibrating back massager (he uses it on his legs) is about dead, I will need to order him a new one. 

He asked me to get him some more paratransit tickets (he will need them to travel to/from the center for outpatient therapy, and to come home), so I asked Chuck to run me by a store. 

I also needed some groceries, so after I got the tickets I got some more cold cuts and sliced cheese (the real cheese), along with some whole wheat bread, so I can make him more sandwiches.  I don't like the grocery store as much as my Walmart, but it was one trip instead of two.  I didn't want to be a precious little diva. 

The cold things were cold, and had acceptable sell by dates.  I just cared about that.  The store was packed, full of little kids yelling in English and Spanish, running all over the place.  I was happy to get out of there. 

Chuck helped me carry my stuff into the garage, so I only had one trip. Then he left, I shut the garage door, and opened the door to the house.  Biscuit and Baby Girl were ready for their dinner and made it very apparent.  I fed them and put my stuff away.  Then I gave Torbie her treats. 

I ate some pudding, hoping to calm my stomach.  No luck.  [bad word] 

I am never having pink lemonade with a meal again.  It is fine on it's own, but not with my medication.  I'm always learning what works with my medication. 

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Day Pass

Ron got a "Day Pass" (reminds me of when I was in the mental hospital) to come home and do the sales tax.  It will sure help his blood pressure (not that he has a problem) to get that over with! 

I did some cleaning, got rid of a box I keep behind the door that might impede Ron (the door wouldn't open all the way, he could always get in anyway, but still...), put that in the garage.  I am getting scared of the garage.  It is as bad as the one next door that our drivers are always gaping at and mocking. 

But I've never been one to worry what the neighbors thought, that's why I married a blind man in a wheelchair. 

Actually, Ron and I "lived in sin" for 11 years after we first got together.  I had no spine and couldn't afford to live on my own, so I couldn't give him an ultimatum.  Ron figured I was with him "for the money" so to speak (even though we were always poverty to low income per the charts).  During this time, Ron was fine except for being blind. 

Then the accident.  Now Ron's in a wheelchair.  THEN I married him (he finally figured out I was a keeper).  That was a little over 13 years ago, but we count the whole 24. 

Don't do what I did.  Because we weren't married, I had no legal say on what happened to Ron.  His Dad made all the decisions (happily we agreed on what Ron would want).  I had to beg him, at one point, to consent to lifesaving surgery or Ron would have died. 

"Don't you want to know we did everything?" I pleaded. 

Bad times.  Don't put yourself through it.  Either they are worth marrying or they aren't.  If they aren't worth marrying why live with them? 

I know, money, trouble, etc.  I know all the excuses because I made them for 11 years but you will save yourself a world of trouble if you reconsider. 

What have I done today?  Well, I got up, took my shower and did my God Time.  Torbie hung out with me for the God Time and Biscuit hung out in the bathroom during my shower.  Ron calls him "The chub in the tub" because he likes to walk along the back edge of the shower enclosure. 

That would have been a good blog title.  Happily Ron has never called me "Chub in the tub".  [snicker]

I cleaned up the house and did a load of laundry.  I have an unreasonable fear the washer is not working but I have to use it sooner or later.  I have a fan and my music going so I can't tell if it's working or not.  I have to leave that to God and say "God, please make it work". 

I don't know if I told you, but Ron walked 300 feet on the walker last night.  "You'll be running laps by the time they send you home" I told him.  He agreed. 

I also told him they had written his discharge date on the whiteboard in his room (10/26), which means Ron is only 1/3 of the way through his stay.  They have done such a good job with him already, in one week he is ready to ride paratransit to come home and do sales tax. 

That's what I'm waiting for, Ron to come home and do sales tax.  He warned me this won't be a social visit but I know he will enjoy seeing our cats.  Torbie has been fiending for cat treats all morning and I didn't give her any so Ron can be the good guy.  He can treat them a couple times before/after doing the accounting. 

Good, the washer is at the "rinse" part of the cycle.  Yay!  Clean underwear!  I know a lot of people use another word for that but that's not the word I grew up using. 

I don't generate a lot of clothes, and Ron's been doing repeats on his clothes at the rehab, so I don't have a lot of clothes to wash.  I end up doling out a medium dab of liquid laundry detergent because the Tide Pod is for a regular sized load, and I just have a small. 

That's why I have some liquid detergent in my stash, because this does happen in a small household.  If I had a couple of kids I'm sure I'd be doing a large load every day. 

My kids clean their own clothes (the cats), so I don't have that worry. 

Ron's here. 

He's working on the spreadsheet right now.  You may wonder how Ron uses a computer.  He has a talking computer.  No, he doesn't talk to it, it talks to him.  He uses keyboard commands, alt, tab, control, etc. to open and close windows.  He uses a keyboard to "talk" to the computer, and the computer "talks" back to him verbally.  He has done this for over 20 years (not on the same computer).  It is not online.  Ron wisely decided, on his own, the internet might get him in trouble. 

I started my second load of clothes, jeans, a sheet, and some other dark stuff, all topped with some "dark" detergent.  Well, I put the detergent in first.  I am finally getting the hang of it after my old washer. 

Since I have it on "bulky" I am sure it would dissolve it anyway, but why screw it up?  If it's working, why not do things by the manual? 

I am dying to go pester Ron about the sales tax, but I won't.  He will have the information when he has the information. 

He did spend a couple minutes petting and treating the cats, when he first came in. 

Then he used his black hole. 

He gave me permission to talk about it.  See, when Ron was in the hospital after his accident he was afraid to use the urinal.  He had head injury dementia and was terrified his father would beat him if he "wet the bed" by using the urinal.  I kept telling him it was OK but he said no, it wasn't. 

I finally, in desperation, told him the urinal was a secret black hole that took the urine and hid it away forever, and would never, ever, ever, spill on the bed.  I exaggerated a little on the last.  If I called it the "black hole" Ron would use it, if the staff used the word "urinal" he wouldn't. 

Then he started asking for the black hole, which of course baffled the nurses.  I had to explain it meant = urinal.  Ron has continued to call a urinal a black hole. 

Years ago, Ron found a 2 liter juice bottle.  It had a screw on cap.  Ron loved it.  He decreed it his new "black hole" and began using it as his urinal.  So, now and again, I will buy a 2 liter bottle of diet juice of some sort and drink it up, giving Ron the bottle.  He is always happy to have one. 

He is accustomed to using them now, and I don't think he ever pees in the toilet.  He has been using the urinal (and calling it a urinal) for the last couple of days without any problems.  However, when I asked him if he wanted his black hole he became so excited he almost cried.  He missed it. 

The thing smells awful, though.  I will have to bleach it out after he leaves. 

Ron arrived, did the sales tax, treated the cats. 

I rode back to rehab with him (he took paratransit and had put me down as his caregiver).  I spent about 7 hours there, just hanging out with him, and then came home. 

I am beat.  I'm going to bed. 

Friday, October 14, 2016


I haven't gone to see Ron yet.  I worked from 6-10, didn't sleep well either.  I got up and did it anyway. 

I first stocked canned sodas.  I thought it would be nice to get them out of the way first.  However, I had a lot of people peering in the empty snack machines, so I won't do that again.  Then I had a guy yell at me about the coffee machine.   I told him I would get it, but I couldn't get it right now, and gave him his money back. 

The machine goes through a lot of coffee.  People really like it because I use a very high quality dark roast coffee for the machine.  I think it is important to provide a good product. 

If I drank coffee, I would drink it. 

I finally finished sodas.  Now I had to mash up about 20 cases worth of packaging.  That's where I miss Ron at work.  I don't mind stocking the soda, getting the soda, getting the merchandise, etc.  I do mind mashing up all that packaging for the recycle!

Now onto snacks.  I stocked the chips, then did candy and cookies.  Before I left, I did pastry. 

Somewhere between candy and cookies, the repairman came.  He had the part we needed.  He took about 20 minutes installing it and got it all done.  I witnessed it working before he left.  Good. 

He says it might need a board, but the board is only about $20 (he has to order it).  The bill wasn't too bad, $250.  The machine makes a lot of money so it is worth it. 

I'm going to need some more chips, but not Lays or Cheetos.  I always need hot chips. 

I noticed hot chips in the vending machine at the rehab center.  I found that very interesting. 

Ron called a couple of times.  I enjoyed talking to him. 

I crowed about his progress to the other vendors.  They kept asking in a "How bad is it?" fashion and I kept answering with all of his progress.  "He can do this, they took the catheter out..." 

He is doing really well. 

After the repairman left I finished candy and pastries.  Pastries are a little tedious because I have to write the sell by date on a label, then tag the pastry, then stock it.  Probably my least favorite after mashing up soda packaging. 

I did have it looking good, though, alternating rows of vanilla and chocolate cupcakes, another machine stocked with honeybuns.  They love honeybuns, which have a whopping 500-600 calories.  It's certainly filling. 

I had a pregnant, temporary, worker screaming at me for honeybuns one day "I need some bread!"  I was rather alarmed and glad I had them on hand. 

OOops, I just remembered I forgot to take the jammed $1 out of the food vendor.  I will have a lot of sandwiches on Monday as a result. 

All done, I called my ride and went home.  I took a nap.  I got up and tried to find the sales tax information on Ron's computer, but it isn't there and the mouse doesn't work very well.  He was "in a class" and couldn't talk much but we at least figured out he needs to do the form. 

That done, I did some housework.  At least I managed to get the nap.  I was sleeping pretty good. 

I noticed my hair has gotten really gray lately.  I will try to get a photo "made" so you can decide for yourself.  I am still pretty unclear on how to transfer images from my phone to my computer. 

I will be visiting Ron tonight, after rush hour traffic. 

Torbie is mugging me for treats, so I'm going to take care of her and make myself a sandwich. 

Thursday, October 13, 2016

I am married to this man

I had today off, mostly. 

I slept in until 8, did my God Time and shower.  I cleaned the house for a while.  I prayed and asked God to show me the Big Issues I needed to get, and Torbie got in my lap for a while.  I petted her, she purred and shed all over my black capris.  Then she left, and Biscuit climbed aboard.  He dug in his claws and enjoyed some petting as he purred in my lap. 

I suppose God was telling me to take it easy.  I did what seemed appropriate but I didn't get a chance to do the floor.  I need to do the floor, and I can never do the floor because Ron always comes along and tracks it up.  Now he's out of the picture for a while, I can get it done. 

I thought about taking a nap but didn't, mainly because I had gotten sweaty from changing the litter box and didn't want to mess up my sheets.  There's always tomorrow. 

I got picked up early and went to the Walmart by the rehab center.  I got some stuff Ron had requested and some soda for myself. That's pretty much all I needed.  Then I left it in Chuck's truck as I went to visit Ron.  When we came home, I took my stuff out and brought it inside. 

Ron was in rehab.  I set down my bags and went to find him.  He was doing leg exercises with Nathan.  Nathan seems like a very nice guy, practical and sensitive.  They told me they had Ron standing for a while today, I had just missed it, and Ron had gone back and forth on the parallel bars again. 

Nathan asked me if we had a walker and I said yes.  So they may get Ron on a walker pretty soon.  Ron is great on a walker, but he has to be steered or he runs into things.  It can get a little tiresome if I'm honest.

Let's hope for an even better recovery and Ron walking, using his white cane, and holding onto my arm like the old days. 

Ron showed off during the rest of his session, as I acted as cheerleader.  They put him on an exercise machine.  It reminded me of a recumbent treadclimber.  Ron made a good effort and was finally released. 

Ron had asked me to bring some WD-40, because one of the machines was squeaking.  I did, and also brought some lithium grease.  I think the lithium grease will work better on an exercise machine. 

I took Ron back to his room and we talked for a while.  We went to "Discharge planning" basically rehab telling us they are not going to leave us out in the cold.  That was nice to hear after the last hospital dumped Ron, catheter, fever, and unable to even sit up without screaming in pain.  How could anyone with a soul do that? 

I don't know. 

These guys are way better, well above my expectations.  They have really gone above and beyond.  Ron would say the food is a little variable, but it's institutional food, of course you'll have bad days.  Ron did like the pumpkin spice cheesecake that came with lunch, he saved me half. 

Ron used the bathroom, he was rather tired with the transfer but he got the job done.  I reminded myself he had just had an hour and a half of grueling physical therapy.  He said his hamstrings and pectoral muscles (he just pointed at them, he doesn't know the names) were pretty sore.  But he is doing a lot more than he was and I am impressed. 

I was tired, so while he was in the bathroom I laid down in the bed.  I took off my shoes and phone before I did. 

When Ron got back, he was delighted to find me in the bed and wanted a cuddle.  Good.  Except everyone, I think, in the hospital, walked in during our (chaste and G-rated) snuggle.  It was a little awkward, but I kept reminding myself I am married to this man.  It is OK. 

We had a nice cuddle for about 2 hours, until my ride came.  I came home. 

Biscuit was fiending for his num num so I served it up.  Ron got to hear Baby Girl meow on the phone (he let me know he was a little upset I had moved his wheelchair), so he was happy.  He really misses the cats. 

Tomorrow will be a more "interesting" day but I will keep you posted.  For one, they will have Ron in therapy during the time I normally visit, so I will go later.  That should work out better with the traffic, though. 

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Suitcase Ramp

So, I went to the bank this morning to make the deposit.  We have to pay the repairman, after all. 

I went to the medical supply shop and got a "suitcase ramp" which will get Ron in and out of the garage easily.  It's a little unwieldy to move but once I got it, it worked great. 

That done, I took a nap.  I slept pretty well but Ron texted me during my nap.  As it turns out, it was something about sales tax, which isn't due for 8 more days.  Surely Ron will be home in 8 more days. 

I'm mostly stiff in bed.  I pulled a muscle yesterday and it really only talks to me in bed.  Both sentences sound perverted.  Needless to say, I will take my aleve another couple days. 

I got up and got ready to visit Ron.  He wanted me to bring his wheelchair and some cash.  I did, both. 

I also brought a small massager I bought at the medical supply place.  I thought he would enjoy it.  He liked it a lot, but wants more batteries. 

He declined the cash (but later asked me to buy him a Sprite), so I took it home. 

I had a nice visit with him.  When they brought him back from physical therapy, he was sitting in the wheelchair.  He looked pretty comfortable and more the Ron I'm used to than that miserable guy in the bed. 

He sat in the chair for a while, chatting with me.  I showed him the card Mom and Dad sent - well, I read it to him and described the photo.  I had him call Mom to thank her. 

We decided to go for a "walk" in the wheelchair.  He transferred easily from the rehab center chair to his personal chair.  Then I took him for a walk, riding around the center.  He had me peek in the gym.  Boy, that is hardcore.  They have everything and put a regular gym to shame.  I was seriously impressed.  No wonder Ron is doing so well. 

These are the guys who have everything. 

We came back to the room and he wanted to "try" in the bathroom.  He got help to get on the toilet, but got himself back on the wheelchair on his own. 

This is the guy who couldn't even sit up without screaming, four days ago.  God is really working on him! 

Ron has a fighting spirit, as well.  He doesn't want to quit.  I've forgotten that. 

Later on we ate dinner outside, he propelled himself in the wheelchair using his feet like he used to,  and then he got himself into bed, easily.  I was impressed. 

I'm sure some of that was showing off for the wife.  He doesn't want me to see him as helpless. 

He tried out his new massager and liked it.  His old massager is about to die.  I was glad he had something to help with neuropathy. 

Pill time arrived.  Did he want to take his stool softener?  I will leave you to guess the answer to that, but he did take the glucosamine. 

Dinner was not impressive, egg salad on white bread.  I have seen nicer egg salad in our vending machines.  Most of his meals look like something you'd get at a restaurant. 

Like I said, I am happy to have him there.  They are taking good care of him and he is making tremendous progress. 

I got a look at part of his incision today.  It looked horrible - not infected, but just brutal.  It is hard to believe we paid a man to rip Ron open like that. 

He did mention today that he doesn't have any pain in his legs when he stands.  He thinks.  He was pretty focused on not falling on his face, you know.  [grin]

When I got home I discovered my period had started, right on time.  I have had a cycle for 29 years now, I started pretty much right around my 13th birthday.  My birth mother "went" until 58 but I had ovarian surgery (which tends to cause an earlier menopause), so we'll see.  I'm not too worried. 

Headaches: I give all the credit to God, mainly, but also to the herbs I am taking, Butterbur and Feverfew.  I got them from Swanson Vitamins.  My headaches have been dramatically reduced since I started taking them.  I'm glad I started them when I did, right before Ron's surgery. 

I feel like I am lacking in evangelism, I haven't been handing anything out at the center.  I have Bible Promise books but I haven't really had any opportunity.  The staff are understandably busy. 

Worst case, I will leave the stack of books at the desk when we leave.