Black Cat nightgown
I found a kiddie cart, folded the wheelchair, and put it in the basket. I put Ron's coat in the seat, which was wet with dew, and he climbed aboard. We went into the store.
I headed over to the bill-paying center. The lady taking payments said she couldn't take our payment, because it was from November, she said she needed an end of November or early December. I think she was intimidated by the so-called $1900 credit on the bill.
Anyway, she basically told us to go away. "When we came back" she told us, we could jump to the head of the line. I told her we were on public transit and would not be coming back today. She kind of smirked at me.
I made my deposit. At least I could do that.
I went in search of heated mattress pads for Ron, but I couldn't find them. I am hoping to keep the thermostat down if Ron has a heated mattress pad. He likes the house at about 80 degrees in the winter. It's absurd. He doesn't even like it that warm during the summer! I keep waking up with these awful, dried-out, headaches I am convinced are linked to Ron's excessive heater usage. He doesn't care.
"My knee hurts when it's cold, and I don't like being cold anyway". "Cold", remember, is anything below 80 degrees. It's suffocating, expensive, and burns up the furnace. He's really going to cry when that goes.
I moved on to sweatshirts. Ron needs dark tops because long sleeves pick up vending machine grease. It is very obvious on a light or bright colored top. That means I have to wash it every time he wears one to work, pretreat it with stain remover, etc.
I try to make my life simpler, not harder. I managed to find 4 (2 each in navy and black) sweatshirts in medium. Good. I will put them in the "use this" part of his closet.
Then I went on to cleaning supplies. I needed washer cleaner, and 409 for the vending machines. That's the only cleanser my repairman wants me to use. He should be a spokesman.
I found those. I had to get around the obligatory person standing and gaping at the room freshener display. She was texting, I guess trying to figure out what fragrance he wanted. "Warm Vanilla Harvest, or Holiday Pine?" [snort]
Cat food. I managed to find 15 cans of Gravy Lover's Salmon. They had some other product improperly stocked in the salmon slot. I had to move it to scavenge what I could.
"Sorry" doesn't cut it with Biscuit, when it's time for his num-num.
I "made" Ron buy me 2 containers of Shout Gel. That stuff is amazing for getting out his stains. Amazingly, it got out all of Ron's looked-like-old vomit stains out of his current batch of clothes.
Ron wanted cat treats so I bought some, and I bought some smaller bags to give away to some friends. It's really fun to feed a cat treats. Torbie will put her paw up on Ron and tap him when she is craving some.
I bought some nitrate free deli meat and some cheese, and found some amazing dark wheat bread with wheat berries in it. I also got some whole wheat hot dog buns, link smoked sausages, and cheese dogs.
I try to keep the menu simple. I am trying to get more protein so I think I did a pretty good job there.
Time to check out. We had fun with the cashier. A policeman got in line behind us and she was giving him a hard time about "being a trouble maker". He played along.
I told her he couldn't be that bad, he was getting cat food. We had a grin over that.
We left and I went to McDonald's. I got Ron a Chicken Biscuit, and a Sausage griddle for me. I ate my food but Ron waited until we were on the way home.
Our ride home came pretty fast.
I put away the "cold" stuff and took my nap. I had taken some Excedrin earlier for a headache, and I didn't sleep well.
Torbie joined me, though.
I got up and did my God time, then worked on the laundry. As I said, Ron's clothes were a mess. I really had doubts I could save them.
I had done the Shout gel pretreater, and put some Cheer Dark (because they were all darks) into the washer. I also added a Tide Pod. Tide has the enzymes to kill stains and all. I figured I needed all the help I could get.
I checked all the clothes, again, and made sure I didn't have anything I shouldn't. I added all the clothes and got it started. I let that work while I got back online for a while.
I got hungry and made a sandwich on the lovely dark wheat bread (I think one of my caregivers, when I was very young, used to feed me bread like that). I put Gouda, Sharp cheddar, salami, ham, and turkey with mayo. It was very good. I gave Ron a bite and he loved it.
That's some really good bread. I will tell you in case bread is OK on your eating plan: Pepperidge Farm German Dark Wheat. It was $2 for a loaf. Worth it.
When I can, have energy, time, whatever, I want to change my eating plan to less than (I always get the symbols mixed up ?) 100 carbs a day, and 1000 calories below what I "need". That should do it. I have had good results when I did that in the past.
Really, it's the tracking that's the nightmare. Writing every little bite down, putting it into Fitday, etc. So far I haven't gotten to the point where that sounds doable.
I used to have this cool little thing, it looked like a pocket calculator, I could just input the carbs for each meal, or look them up, and add them to my day's total. Sadly, it died. It only cost $20, too.
The clothes came out of the washer, sparkling clean. I literally couldn't tell the new clothes from the horribly stained ones that had gone in the washer. Impressive. I'm going to split the credit 50/50 between the washer and the Shout Gel.
I threw them in the dryer, they are mostly done now and hung up in Ron's closet. I just need to finish drying my black cat nightgown. It's a nightgown, with black cats all over it.
I like it.