I am still very mildly manic, but I got pretty tired at work.
I had to get up very early, go to the warehouse, and buy supplies. It was raining so I didn't get a lot of the snack products I would have, normally. Also I had 30 cases of drinks so not a lot of room, really.
The woman in front of me was ransacking her purse, pulling out various notebooks and paging through them, looking for money. She didn't have enough money. We ended up waiting about 5 minutes for her son to go get more out of the vehicle. Annoying. Why not count the money, locate it, and combine it all before we begin shopping?
I paid, got everything loaded into the truck and off to work. We got there, I unloaded the carts, and took them outside.
Last time, Ron could only walk to the back of the truck with great difficulty, so I brought the wheelchair to the door and unloaded him there, then brought him to the tailgate. He climbs into the truck bed and pushes the merchandise back to me, making it easier to unload.
He is still able to do that.
He worries he will not be able to help me if he has surgery, and doesn't want to have it as a result. I would probably have to hire a different driver to help me.
When it comes to work, I pretty much have myself. Ron is good for transportation but the rest is on me.
We got into work, he did his stuff, I did mine. I did put all the waters in the fridge because I don't want him straining his back. That would be Very Bad.
We finished up pretty soon and Ron called for an early ride home. Well, they don't do early rides home, but Ron cancelled our ride home and took a cab instead.
Ron asked the cab driver how his night time partner was doing. Apparently smoking and diabetes have caught up with him - he has lost most of one leg, and some of another, in a short period of time. They are telling him this is smoking related.
Smoking and diabetes are Very Bad. Had my mother lived longer (and been diabetic, which I don't know), she might have had some serious problems of her own.
I did mention to Ron, later, the cab smelled so much nicer without the "ashtray" ambience.
We got home, I dragged the wheelchair out of the back (I put it in the cargo area) (I do a lot of folding, unfolding, and moving the wheelchair these days), and brought it to Ron, who got in it.
We went into the garage and closed the door. Then we opened the door to the house. I keep the walker right next to the door to the garage and Ron "walks" in. He takes a couple of steps, clutches the walker, and uses it to move further into the house.
In the meantime I put the wheelchair away.
I was pretty tired so I took a nap. I had a good one, Biscuit joined me. I can rate the quality of my naps by the cat companionship.
Torbie, for whatever reason, is choosing to sleep on the floor, by the bedroom litterbox, and not in my bed anymore.
I got up, fed Biscuit, and did my God Time. I looked at Facebook and called my parents (Dad and adoptive Mom). I gave them the scoop and hung up. About that time Ron began pestering me to watch this "sure fire" "really good" movie. He was really adamant.
I watched it. It didn't suck but it wasn't great either. It was a pretty formulaic romantic comedy. I am more into superhero movies. Funny that Ron and I have reversed our roles.
Then he wanted me to play "Poke Sallet Annie" for him. I was fine doing that, but he wanted me to turn the speakers up very loud and listen to it with him. I told him no, and walked out of the room. I don't like that "weird" 60's music. Yes, it must have been fun and interesting to you back then, but to me it is just weird and old.
I don't make him listen to Thi'sl (a gospel rapper).
He got a little pouty and offended and went to bed. Finally time to do the blog before I go to bed.
We have tomorrow off and no trips planned. Next week is supposed to have a lot of rain. I am glad we got most of our important errands done already.