Our ride to Burger King was late. Ron had mentioned he really wanted to go, so I went. I might as well eat a meal someone else prepared than make my own.
I acted as if nothing had happened, and he followed my lead. We had a regular cab (hired by the paratransit company, they do that sometimes) take us to the restaurant. We got there late because the driver had to come from a ways off.
The driver remembered us, though, apparently fondly, because he came back. The wheelchair folded up nicely and fit in the trunk.
When we got to the store, they appeared to have a full staff, but took forever to cook our food. It was very inefficient. It took almost 20 minutes to get a chicken sandwich, some chicken nuggets, and an order of onion rings.
That's a sign of bad management. They only had 1 fryer going at a time, yet they all worked.
Inefficient. We barely had time to eat before our ride showed up.
We had a straight trip home.
Ron's been pestering me to watch a movie but I said no. He has terrible taste in movies, lousy, stupid, depressing movies no one's ever heard of. I finally told him "One of my problems with you is that you don't take no for an answer". He stopped pestering me after that.
He's sitting in the kitchen now, which means I can't call my parents. He will interrupt and try to "entertain" them when I just want to vent about the last week. He's drinking, too.
I noticed some scabbed abrasions on his right elbow, apparently he hit it when he went down yesterday (one of the times). I told him "Those are the first times you fell when sober". He said it was awful and embarrassing, but didn't complain about how I reacted, either time. So that's a plus.
Oh, I am so tired but it is only 5:15 PM. I can't go to bed for a while, at least until I call my parents,
I'm tired.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
"Don't make us choose"
Last night was troubling. I lay in bed, trying to sleep, listening to Ron mutter "Bitch" now and then. I was worried he would get up, come in my room, and confront me, but he didn't.
I have also "cluttered" up the path to my bedside enough that he can't get the wheelchair over there. If he tried to get in the room, he would definitely wake me up.
I had to listen to him muttering, off and on, with snoring, for a couple of hours. The last time he woke me up was 12:47 PM. Thankfully I have today off work, so I could sleep in.
Torbie came to sleep with me after a while, probably also worried about Ron's behavior.
I had strange dreams (no wonder!) and woke up around 8. I "slept in" until 8:30 but Biscuit was acting piteous, meowing, howling, and kneading me for breakfast. I had given him a double portion of dry (but still within the diet) last night but apparently they had eaten it all.
I like it when he lays in my lap, when I'm lying in bed. It's very comforting and about the only time he does get in my lap. What, I stink? [grin] Cats are very particular.
I got up and weighed myself. I was up about 8 pounds, not happy to see that, but not terribly surprised. I brushed my teeth as Biscuit howled in protest. I worried he'd wake Ron. He didn't.
Then I fed Biscuit, I beat him to the bucket of food and fed him his dry, then the wet. Baby Girl joined him on the table as Torbie stayed in the bed.
It's been about 4 years since I got Torbie. I'm really glad I did. I really hope Torbie is still glad she picked me.
She just jumped up in my lap before I even saw her, and started purring. I pet her for about an hour. I decided to take her. Then they told me she was an older (5-8) cat. I was a little uncertain. I had just lost an older cat. Then they told me she had 2 days left. She had been there for 28. So I took her.
She didn't get on with Baby Girl at first, but that was Ron's fault. He didn't introduce them properly and caused jealousy. Once we got over that they were fine.
So, I'm going to get out of my chair, take a shower, shave my legs (I like to shave them on my day off, when I don't have to rush), and do my God Time. I can hear Ron is awake now but he's not saying anything.
I just hope we don't have all the drama AGAIN, today. I couldn't even call my parents last night because Ron was screaming at me. I had to send them a text and tell them I will call them today.
I will tell them some of what happened but not all of it. They basically told me "Don't make us choose" when I had related some abusive behavior to them one time.
I have also "cluttered" up the path to my bedside enough that he can't get the wheelchair over there. If he tried to get in the room, he would definitely wake me up.
I had to listen to him muttering, off and on, with snoring, for a couple of hours. The last time he woke me up was 12:47 PM. Thankfully I have today off work, so I could sleep in.
Torbie came to sleep with me after a while, probably also worried about Ron's behavior.
I had strange dreams (no wonder!) and woke up around 8. I "slept in" until 8:30 but Biscuit was acting piteous, meowing, howling, and kneading me for breakfast. I had given him a double portion of dry (but still within the diet) last night but apparently they had eaten it all.
I like it when he lays in my lap, when I'm lying in bed. It's very comforting and about the only time he does get in my lap. What, I stink? [grin] Cats are very particular.
I got up and weighed myself. I was up about 8 pounds, not happy to see that, but not terribly surprised. I brushed my teeth as Biscuit howled in protest. I worried he'd wake Ron. He didn't.
Then I fed Biscuit, I beat him to the bucket of food and fed him his dry, then the wet. Baby Girl joined him on the table as Torbie stayed in the bed.
It's been about 4 years since I got Torbie. I'm really glad I did. I really hope Torbie is still glad she picked me.
She just jumped up in my lap before I even saw her, and started purring. I pet her for about an hour. I decided to take her. Then they told me she was an older (5-8) cat. I was a little uncertain. I had just lost an older cat. Then they told me she had 2 days left. She had been there for 28. So I took her.
She didn't get on with Baby Girl at first, but that was Ron's fault. He didn't introduce them properly and caused jealousy. Once we got over that they were fine.
So, I'm going to get out of my chair, take a shower, shave my legs (I like to shave them on my day off, when I don't have to rush), and do my God Time. I can hear Ron is awake now but he's not saying anything.
I just hope we don't have all the drama AGAIN, today. I couldn't even call my parents last night because Ron was screaming at me. I had to send them a text and tell them I will call them today.
I will tell them some of what happened but not all of it. They basically told me "Don't make us choose" when I had related some abusive behavior to them one time.
Saturday, April 29, 2017
I've created a monster, or appeasement doesn't work
Read the post below this first, then come back.
You may wonder why I didn't just do what Ron wanted. After all, what would it "cost" me to pretend he was right, make a phony apology, and maybe even give him back the MP3 player?
It would cost me a lot.
See, appeasement doesn't work. If I did that I would be teaching Ron that dirty fighting, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, dragging up the past, etc. is all a good and beneficial thing for him.
Just do this, he'll learn, and Heather will give you whatever you want. I learned that lesson the hard way. I've created a monster.
He thinks if he is ugly enough, dirty enough, abusive enough, I will give him what he wants. And it worked for a very long time. It isn't until I rediscovered my faith back in 2009 that I really began standing up to him.
As a result, he bitterly resents and mocks my faith. He attacks God with even more profane and abusive comments than he levels at me. It makes me shudder to think what he will face on Judgment Day.
So, no, I'm not going to say I'm sorry for something I didn't do. I didn't do anything wrong and I have no reason to apologize. He will get over it, he always does.
I'll just have to wade through the abuse until he does.
Setting boundaries is really hard with a narcissist. Not "Oh, it's hard for me to say no to him" but "It's hard for him to accept I am saying no to him". There is a lot of blowback from that.
But, as proven tonight, it does work. When I threatened to call the police Ron dialed back the verbal abuse. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew how it would look.
To be blunt, he knew he was wrong.
Appeasement doesn't work.
You may wonder why I didn't just do what Ron wanted. After all, what would it "cost" me to pretend he was right, make a phony apology, and maybe even give him back the MP3 player?
It would cost me a lot.
See, appeasement doesn't work. If I did that I would be teaching Ron that dirty fighting, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, dragging up the past, etc. is all a good and beneficial thing for him.
Just do this, he'll learn, and Heather will give you whatever you want. I learned that lesson the hard way. I've created a monster.
He thinks if he is ugly enough, dirty enough, abusive enough, I will give him what he wants. And it worked for a very long time. It isn't until I rediscovered my faith back in 2009 that I really began standing up to him.
As a result, he bitterly resents and mocks my faith. He attacks God with even more profane and abusive comments than he levels at me. It makes me shudder to think what he will face on Judgment Day.
So, no, I'm not going to say I'm sorry for something I didn't do. I didn't do anything wrong and I have no reason to apologize. He will get over it, he always does.
I'll just have to wade through the abuse until he does.
Setting boundaries is really hard with a narcissist. Not "Oh, it's hard for me to say no to him" but "It's hard for him to accept I am saying no to him". There is a lot of blowback from that.
But, as proven tonight, it does work. When I threatened to call the police Ron dialed back the verbal abuse. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew how it would look.
To be blunt, he knew he was wrong.
Appeasement doesn't work.
Not an easy day
Ron is castigating me right now. I will get back to that later.
I got up early and got ready to go. We went to the warehouse and bought our stuff. Ron got 27 cases of drinks.
When Jack showed up, his arm was in a cast. He broke it. On his vacation, no less.
That sucked. I had to admire his work ethic in showing up. I had to keep battling to keep him from overexerting himself (it was all very friendly). We got the truck loaded on our own. The cart attendant never came to help us, the one day we really needed him.
We got to work and I got the carts, got the carts loaded. Ron, trying to "help" move cases of soda, fell down by the truck. Jack felt terrible about it but it happens with Ron.
I told Jack Ron was made of rubber and would be fine. He was. At least he wasn't bleeding.
We got the carts into the building and I started stocking. Ron started working on the sodas.
We got it all done. I had a hard time fitting everything onto the cart afterward, I had some leftover merchandise.
We finally left and came home. Ron was excited because he could drink alcohol for the first time in days. If I had only known.
I - Good, he finally left me alone for now. I didn't want to type too much and then have him threaten to cut off my internet.
I took a nap. I couldn't sleep very long because we had a trip to Walmart. Normally I go on my day off but Ron tied those up with his dental dramas.
I had planned to do my God Time when I got up but I decided to wait, a mistake I later came to regret. I decided to sleep in some more, instead. I hadn't slept great last night due to the "party house" at #19 last night.
My MP3 player has been missing for over a year. It has a USB jack so it can be used as a flash drive. You can imagine how I felt when I walked into the man cave and found Ron plugging it into his digital talking book machine, which can play USB drives.
We had a brief argument. I told him I would have NEVER given it to him, as they don't make them anymore, and when he had custody of one for a day (back when they were making them, and I would have bought him his own), he said he didn't like it anyway. Not as a MP3 player. Apparently he found it on a table, assumed it was a funny-looking flash drive, and started using it. It was full of his music. Yick.
Our ride came about that time. She had apparently quit working for paratransit for a while and come back. And here we go again with the Post Office job. She got mad at me because I told her it is not an easy job, is usually working nights, and involves a lot of manual labor. I told her the Postal Workers (I lost my temper because she got so nasty) laugh at people like her who think it is an easy job. She shut up after that.
We picked up our other client and dropped her off, then we went to the store. Ron wanted to wait up front. Fine.
He asked if I still had the MP3 player. I told him it was at home, in my purse. He got angry.
I went and did my shopping. I called him and asked him if he needed cat treats and he said no. He didn't want anything.
I guess he thought I was trying to be ingratiating. I wasn't, just business as usual at Walmart. If he wants to be pissy that's on him.
We came home. Ron fell over backwards in the wheelchair trying to get into the garage. That's the second time. He wasn't bleeding and he got up OK so I didn't worry about him.
Ron has told me he doesn't want me to make a big fuss when he falls, so I don't. I do worry about his bones, though.
We got into the house and he started drinking, and yelling at me about the MP3 player. He wanted me to "admit" I "gave" it to him. I told him I did no such thing, I would never give it away because they don't make them anymore. He didn't listen, he just started yelling.
Cue about half an hour of verbal abuse and screaming. He trapped me in the computer room, screaming at the top of his lungs about how he wasn't a thief, etc. I said I didn't think he meant to steal it, but found it on a table and took it. That wasn't good enough for him.
As far as he is concerned I owe him an apology. I should tell him I am very sorry for hurting his feelings, admit he would never steal from me, admit I gave it to him, etc. And probably give it back, in his ideal world, since it has a lot of his music on it. The funny - ironic thing is that he was using the most profane, filthy, insulting, derogatory language as he kept going on with his "words hurt" lecture and I even pointed it out to him. He said I "deserved" it for "forgetting" (He doesn't know where it came from either) I "gave" it to him. All this screamed at maximum volume as he sat in his wheelchair.
I would have never given Ron my MP3 player. It had all my music on it, which has now been replaced by old country classics, soul, and hits of the 70's. Bleagh. 130 files I have to delete.
He got so threatening, blocking the doorway (I guess I could have gone out the window, but I didn't have my money, shoes, or bra), that I told him I was going to call the police. It took him a while to settle down, but he did.
He got really angry at even the thought that I would call the police on him. Then he came back to the computer room, swearing he had heard me on the phone. No. He didn't. I told him it must have been my music but he was adamant he had heard me talking.
I told him I hadn't. Maybe I talked to Torbie, who was hiding under my computer desk (poor thing was frightened by the yelling), but I doubt it.
He had several servings of alcohol total, and then went into the bedroom and went to bed. I have to wonder, if he was falling down stone sober today, how much is he going to fall down in a blackout?
And will I have to take him to the hospital?
I got up early and got ready to go. We went to the warehouse and bought our stuff. Ron got 27 cases of drinks.
When Jack showed up, his arm was in a cast. He broke it. On his vacation, no less.
That sucked. I had to admire his work ethic in showing up. I had to keep battling to keep him from overexerting himself (it was all very friendly). We got the truck loaded on our own. The cart attendant never came to help us, the one day we really needed him.
We got to work and I got the carts, got the carts loaded. Ron, trying to "help" move cases of soda, fell down by the truck. Jack felt terrible about it but it happens with Ron.
I told Jack Ron was made of rubber and would be fine. He was. At least he wasn't bleeding.
We got the carts into the building and I started stocking. Ron started working on the sodas.
We got it all done. I had a hard time fitting everything onto the cart afterward, I had some leftover merchandise.
We finally left and came home. Ron was excited because he could drink alcohol for the first time in days. If I had only known.
I - Good, he finally left me alone for now. I didn't want to type too much and then have him threaten to cut off my internet.
I took a nap. I couldn't sleep very long because we had a trip to Walmart. Normally I go on my day off but Ron tied those up with his dental dramas.
I had planned to do my God Time when I got up but I decided to wait, a mistake I later came to regret. I decided to sleep in some more, instead. I hadn't slept great last night due to the "party house" at #19 last night.
My MP3 player has been missing for over a year. It has a USB jack so it can be used as a flash drive. You can imagine how I felt when I walked into the man cave and found Ron plugging it into his digital talking book machine, which can play USB drives.
We had a brief argument. I told him I would have NEVER given it to him, as they don't make them anymore, and when he had custody of one for a day (back when they were making them, and I would have bought him his own), he said he didn't like it anyway. Not as a MP3 player. Apparently he found it on a table, assumed it was a funny-looking flash drive, and started using it. It was full of his music. Yick.
Our ride came about that time. She had apparently quit working for paratransit for a while and come back. And here we go again with the Post Office job. She got mad at me because I told her it is not an easy job, is usually working nights, and involves a lot of manual labor. I told her the Postal Workers (I lost my temper because she got so nasty) laugh at people like her who think it is an easy job. She shut up after that.
We picked up our other client and dropped her off, then we went to the store. Ron wanted to wait up front. Fine.
He asked if I still had the MP3 player. I told him it was at home, in my purse. He got angry.
I went and did my shopping. I called him and asked him if he needed cat treats and he said no. He didn't want anything.
I guess he thought I was trying to be ingratiating. I wasn't, just business as usual at Walmart. If he wants to be pissy that's on him.
We came home. Ron fell over backwards in the wheelchair trying to get into the garage. That's the second time. He wasn't bleeding and he got up OK so I didn't worry about him.
Ron has told me he doesn't want me to make a big fuss when he falls, so I don't. I do worry about his bones, though.
We got into the house and he started drinking, and yelling at me about the MP3 player. He wanted me to "admit" I "gave" it to him. I told him I did no such thing, I would never give it away because they don't make them anymore. He didn't listen, he just started yelling.
Cue about half an hour of verbal abuse and screaming. He trapped me in the computer room, screaming at the top of his lungs about how he wasn't a thief, etc. I said I didn't think he meant to steal it, but found it on a table and took it. That wasn't good enough for him.
As far as he is concerned I owe him an apology. I should tell him I am very sorry for hurting his feelings, admit he would never steal from me, admit I gave it to him, etc. And probably give it back, in his ideal world, since it has a lot of his music on it. The funny - ironic thing is that he was using the most profane, filthy, insulting, derogatory language as he kept going on with his "words hurt" lecture and I even pointed it out to him. He said I "deserved" it for "forgetting" (He doesn't know where it came from either) I "gave" it to him. All this screamed at maximum volume as he sat in his wheelchair.
I would have never given Ron my MP3 player. It had all my music on it, which has now been replaced by old country classics, soul, and hits of the 70's. Bleagh. 130 files I have to delete.
He got so threatening, blocking the doorway (I guess I could have gone out the window, but I didn't have my money, shoes, or bra), that I told him I was going to call the police. It took him a while to settle down, but he did.
He got really angry at even the thought that I would call the police on him. Then he came back to the computer room, swearing he had heard me on the phone. No. He didn't. I told him it must have been my music but he was adamant he had heard me talking.
I told him I hadn't. Maybe I talked to Torbie, who was hiding under my computer desk (poor thing was frightened by the yelling), but I doubt it.
He had several servings of alcohol total, and then went into the bedroom and went to bed. I have to wonder, if he was falling down stone sober today, how much is he going to fall down in a blackout?
And will I have to take him to the hospital?
Friday, April 28, 2017
Friday night special
I got up at 2:30 this morning and took my shower. I did my God Time later.
I got dressed and ate my protein bar, drinking my diet Mountain Dew. I got Ron ready, too, and I fed the cats.
Our ride came and we left for work. We got there about 4:15 AM. Good thing it's open 24/7 (if you have a security badge).
We got to work. I did snacks while Ron worked on canned sodas, which were, apparently, dead. I finished up with snacks about the time he moved on to stocking the bottled vendor.
But first we had our Dr Pepper delivery. He came around 6 AM. I had to go out to the loading dock, during "rush hour". Trucks were flying by every few minutes. Huge trucks. The driver stood by his truck, unloading our order onto the cart I'd brought. I about had the vapors when I tried to go out to him, my PTSD started screaming. I don't like to be anywhere near "traffic" or where I could get hit by a vehicle, and it was a pretty risky spot. It was also dark and hard for the truck drivers to see pedestrians.
He pushed the cart to our area and left it there. We paid him and he left. Normally the driver helps us unload. Oh, well. I unloaded all 29 cases (well, 58 12-packs). The other vendor was complaining she couldn't get orange soda in the 24 packs. I encouraged her to get it in 12 packs, like we did. After checking with Ron, I sold her 2 cases so they had something to put in their vending machines.
If I can help the other vendor out, I'm going to do it. What they do in return is up to them but they have been pretty decent.
I just want to know I did what I could, I have enough to answer for on Judgment Day.
Cart empty, I helped Ron get drinks for the bottled vendor, and drinks to restock the fridge. That took a while.
Then we were done. Hours early. Ron cancelled our ride home and called a cab.
While waiting, I mentioned it would be cool if we got Roy, who lives nearby. We didn't have his number but he works that area. Not many drivers do. Sure enough, we got him. We got his number and Ron even called him to make sure he had the right number.
We got home pretty quick, Ron paid the man, and we went inside.
The cats were ready for another can of food. See, whenever Biscuit is hungry he gets up on the table, where I feed them. Then he sits on the bucket I use to store the dry food. I can't open the bucket because he is sitting on it, so I give him wet food instead.
They had eaten most of the first can, and Biscuit got up on the bucket again, so I gave them their second can (I feed them 2 cans a day). I fed the dry food when Biscuit wasn't around. Baby Girl was very appreciative.
I need to brush Baby Girl when I get a chance, I haven't done her yet. She is a good girl about getting brushed, but she does bite the brush sometimes.
I took a nap and had a pretty good one. I was a little cold from the air conditioner, which was funny considering it was 90 (F) outside. It was also oppressively humid.
It's supposed to rain tomorrow night. I will roll up my exterior blinds so they don't hit the window and break it. The exterior blinds help a lot in keeping the air conditioning bill down. Ron also got a better price per unit on the electricity, so it should be a lot lower this summer even if we have a hellish clambake.
After I got up, I did my God Time, and then Ron and I went out to dinner at Burger King. He likes the Bacon King, and God knows it has plenty of protein. I had the chicken nuggets, they have a really good BBQ sauce. I got a little queasy when I took my pills but it's not too bad.
We had a good ride home and I turned on the computer. I had to move Torbie, who was in the computer chair. She didn't want to go.
I have the TV on but I'm not really watching it.
I just need to pretreat the stains and use the lint brush (cat hair!) on our clothes so I can do a load tomorrow. Ron and I agreed during dinner it is "too much" to do all the pretreating and then the wash all on the same day. No wonder I hate doing laundry.
This way should make it more manageable.
I got dressed and ate my protein bar, drinking my diet Mountain Dew. I got Ron ready, too, and I fed the cats.
Our ride came and we left for work. We got there about 4:15 AM. Good thing it's open 24/7 (if you have a security badge).
We got to work. I did snacks while Ron worked on canned sodas, which were, apparently, dead. I finished up with snacks about the time he moved on to stocking the bottled vendor.
But first we had our Dr Pepper delivery. He came around 6 AM. I had to go out to the loading dock, during "rush hour". Trucks were flying by every few minutes. Huge trucks. The driver stood by his truck, unloading our order onto the cart I'd brought. I about had the vapors when I tried to go out to him, my PTSD started screaming. I don't like to be anywhere near "traffic" or where I could get hit by a vehicle, and it was a pretty risky spot. It was also dark and hard for the truck drivers to see pedestrians.
He pushed the cart to our area and left it there. We paid him and he left. Normally the driver helps us unload. Oh, well. I unloaded all 29 cases (well, 58 12-packs). The other vendor was complaining she couldn't get orange soda in the 24 packs. I encouraged her to get it in 12 packs, like we did. After checking with Ron, I sold her 2 cases so they had something to put in their vending machines.
If I can help the other vendor out, I'm going to do it. What they do in return is up to them but they have been pretty decent.
I just want to know I did what I could, I have enough to answer for on Judgment Day.
Cart empty, I helped Ron get drinks for the bottled vendor, and drinks to restock the fridge. That took a while.
Then we were done. Hours early. Ron cancelled our ride home and called a cab.
While waiting, I mentioned it would be cool if we got Roy, who lives nearby. We didn't have his number but he works that area. Not many drivers do. Sure enough, we got him. We got his number and Ron even called him to make sure he had the right number.
We got home pretty quick, Ron paid the man, and we went inside.
The cats were ready for another can of food. See, whenever Biscuit is hungry he gets up on the table, where I feed them. Then he sits on the bucket I use to store the dry food. I can't open the bucket because he is sitting on it, so I give him wet food instead.
They had eaten most of the first can, and Biscuit got up on the bucket again, so I gave them their second can (I feed them 2 cans a day). I fed the dry food when Biscuit wasn't around. Baby Girl was very appreciative.
I need to brush Baby Girl when I get a chance, I haven't done her yet. She is a good girl about getting brushed, but she does bite the brush sometimes.
I took a nap and had a pretty good one. I was a little cold from the air conditioner, which was funny considering it was 90 (F) outside. It was also oppressively humid.
It's supposed to rain tomorrow night. I will roll up my exterior blinds so they don't hit the window and break it. The exterior blinds help a lot in keeping the air conditioning bill down. Ron also got a better price per unit on the electricity, so it should be a lot lower this summer even if we have a hellish clambake.
After I got up, I did my God Time, and then Ron and I went out to dinner at Burger King. He likes the Bacon King, and God knows it has plenty of protein. I had the chicken nuggets, they have a really good BBQ sauce. I got a little queasy when I took my pills but it's not too bad.
We had a good ride home and I turned on the computer. I had to move Torbie, who was in the computer chair. She didn't want to go.
I have the TV on but I'm not really watching it.
I just need to pretreat the stains and use the lint brush (cat hair!) on our clothes so I can do a load tomorrow. Ron and I agreed during dinner it is "too much" to do all the pretreating and then the wash all on the same day. No wonder I hate doing laundry.
This way should make it more manageable.
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Ron and his teeth
I try not to swear, but I swear... Ron and his teeth.
I slept pretty good last night, got up, did my shower, God Time, etc., and then we went out to breakfast.
During breakfast Ron spits out a filling into a napkin. It was an old amalgram filling. Probably 30-40 years old.
It's interesting, growing up the other (step) kids always had a lot of dental troubles, and I had one cavity in my whole life before I turned 18. Thank God He gave me good teeth.
Ron, not so much. Every year or so he has some sort of crisis and has to go to the dentist. It doesn't help that he refuses to care for his teeth, either.
My aunt called during breakfast so I told her what happened. Ron got very upset that I used the term "spit" the tooth out. He said he was a lot classier than that. So I made up some euphemism that meant the same thing and said that, instead.
We had a good ride home and I took a nap. I had trouble sleeping and I had strange nightmares. Generally I don't have nightmares during a nap. It was one of my "moving" dreams, where I was moving from one place to another. I had a relative, in the dream, who was hoarding. I remember telling her "You need to dump, or donate" and then I woke up.
That could probably apply to me. But I found it really odd that I had the dream to begin with.
I had problems with my cell phone. The auto pay wasn't working. So I went to the store, fixed that, and made a cash payment just to keep my phone on. Very frustrating.
When I got home, I was completely depressed. I have to get up at 1:45 tomorrow morning and go to work so that's it for tonight.
Let's hope Ron (and I) don't spit out any more teeth in the meantime!
I slept pretty good last night, got up, did my shower, God Time, etc., and then we went out to breakfast.
During breakfast Ron spits out a filling into a napkin. It was an old amalgram filling. Probably 30-40 years old.
It's interesting, growing up the other (step) kids always had a lot of dental troubles, and I had one cavity in my whole life before I turned 18. Thank God He gave me good teeth.
Ron, not so much. Every year or so he has some sort of crisis and has to go to the dentist. It doesn't help that he refuses to care for his teeth, either.
My aunt called during breakfast so I told her what happened. Ron got very upset that I used the term "spit" the tooth out. He said he was a lot classier than that. So I made up some euphemism that meant the same thing and said that, instead.
We had a good ride home and I took a nap. I had trouble sleeping and I had strange nightmares. Generally I don't have nightmares during a nap. It was one of my "moving" dreams, where I was moving from one place to another. I had a relative, in the dream, who was hoarding. I remember telling her "You need to dump, or donate" and then I woke up.
That could probably apply to me. But I found it really odd that I had the dream to begin with.
I had problems with my cell phone. The auto pay wasn't working. So I went to the store, fixed that, and made a cash payment just to keep my phone on. Very frustrating.
When I got home, I was completely depressed. I have to get up at 1:45 tomorrow morning and go to work so that's it for tonight.
Let's hope Ron (and I) don't spit out any more teeth in the meantime!
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
#21
I feel like it's unbiblical to say I'm proud of myself.
But I don't have any regrets about how I handled myself today.
Ron got pretty drunk last night, and was pretty rowdy, waking me up a few times. It was kind of hopeless "reasoning" with him so I just endured.
I got up at 5 AM and took a shower, and got ready. I couldn't feed Biscuit his dry food because he was standing on the bucket. I just fed them some wet food and they seemed fine with that. Our vet wants us to feed mostly wet, anyway.
We got picked up and went to the BBQ place. It opened at 7, but we got there at 6:30. Perils of paratransit.
Ron wanted to take me to breakfast, and I figured, since I had taken him to the dentist twice in 3 days, I deserved it. He got a drink and worked on that (diet soda) while I massacred my pancakes with cane syrup. I also got a side of bacon.
It was very good, but we had a problem. Ron had promised the office girls at the dentists' office he would bring them a rack of ribs. But the ribs weren't ready yet.
I used my own judgment and got a whole chicken, cut up, and a pound of brisket. I made sure to get plenty of bread, plates, and sauce.
Then our ride came to take us to the dentist. We got there at 9:15, the appointment was 10. They were happy to see the barbeque and snatched it up.
Ron was taken to the back. I always go with him because he prefers it.
I have issues with dental offices because I had that horrible 4-in-1 extraction when I was a 12 year old, to make room for braces. They didn't give me a valium or anything, they just got in there with some kind of horrible wrench and started crunching away. I behaved poorly but I would probably do so again. I cried, screamed, and threatened to bite the dentist.
If I had to have something like that done in the future, I would have my primary doc write me a prescription for something to calm me down, before. Nothing worse than a mouthful of rubber glove, the taste of blood, and horrible crunching noises.
I really hate getting teeth pulled.
I was thinking, seriously, about going out to wait in the waiting room during Ron's extraction. The tooth was very wobbly and couldn't be saved.
However, the first time they took Ron's blood pressure it was over 200. The second time it was over 180. They said if Ron couldn't get it down, they wouldn't be able to do the procedure. I rubbed his shoulders and encouraged him to think about lying in bed with Baby Girl draped over his left leg.
They took his blood pressure again. 130 over 80. That's acceptable.
They numbed him up. I am getting used to the sight of that needle. They chatted with us while they waited for the anesthetic to work. Once he was numb, Doc went after the pliers, in his little toolkit. I looked away, facing the corner, as he worked. I didn't hear any crunching but he was doing a lot of wiggling, when I did peek. Doc was very careful not to damage the surrounding teeth.
They were pulling #21, a tooth that is also missing in my mouth, pulled for braces.
Pretty soon, the tooth was out. I would have hated to check my blood pressure during the procedure, I'm sure it was up there. It's basically one of my worst fears aside from wasp attack or dog bite. Or getting burned.
But this is about Ron. He was bleeding, of course, so they put some gauze in there and gave me more to change out in about half an hour.
I put Ron in his wheelchair. We paid. The receptionist thanked us for the BBQ and said she couldn't stay out of the chicken. Good. I'm glad they liked it.
Chicken was probably a better bet than ribs, because people are weird about pork, and red meat, sometimes.
I took Ron to the bathroom and then we went to Walmart to fill his pain medication. Doc gave him some Tylenol #3.
We went to Walmart and got him some soft food, and more gauze, while he waited for his prescription. He wanted Jello, he thought. I told him they had it premade in cups. He went for that. He also got some chili and spaghettio's with meatballs.
We went back to the pharmacy and I read him the labels on the sex toys they are apparently now selling, along with their prices. He made comments about it while we waited. Pretty soon they called his phone and we went up to the counter.
It cost $11. They made a big production about "insurance declining" and we had to tell them we didn't have drug coverage. Honestly, Ron hardly takes prescriptions at all.
They did their consult and verified that yes, Ron couldn't drink while he took the medication. They had already told him no drinking for 3 days, at the dentists' office. He was pretty sad about that but I reminded him he was dry all the time he was in rehab.
That must have sounded like alcohol rehab, instead of physical rehab, but he agreed.
Ron bought me a chicken sandwich at McDonald's because I was hungry, and sat there while I ate it. It was pretty good, I had them put bacon on it.
We called Lou the cab driver. He was downtown. We called a couple other cab drivers. No luck. We called Jose. He hates Trump. He could get us.
He was especially happy to hear we only had one bag. Walmart trips can be notorious for having lots and lots of bags.
We saw a paratransit van come and load up on a couple of clients. They both had the same t-shirt bags from the store. I don't know how he kept their stuff separate. I started bringing reusable tote bags when someone's son tried to take my bag of meat, one day. He said he got things mixed up. Yeah, right.
I didn't blame him too much, because teenage boys need a lot of protein and calories. He was just hoping it was their bag, I think.
Jose got us home pretty quick. When we got home, our garbage can had been opened at the curb, and someone had put a bunch of nasty old rugs into it. They were disgusting, something not even a hoarder would want. I closed it up, muttering about rude people using my trash can.
Then I got Ron in the house. I had told him to take some pain medicine the minute we got it, but he said he was fine. He waited until he started hurting before he took it, and, as a result, had a harder time controlling his pain. He told me I was right but I didn't want to be right, I didn't want him to hurt, even if he did keep me up last night.
Once I got everything put away I gave Ron his medicine. It says one pill every 4 to 6 hours, so I told him one pill every 6 hours. His liver has enough trouble as it is.
We decided to take a nap. I slept pretty well until the yapper came out next door. Yip, yap, yap. Yip. Yap. Yap yap yap. You get the idea.
Then Biscuit joined Torbie in the bed, hogging the foot area of my bed. I couldn't stretch out my legs. I still slept with them for a little bit but it was pretty crowded for me. I finally got up.
I told Ron I was awake and he told me he was pretty uncomfortable, still. He took out the gauze and that helped.
I did my God Time. About halfway through the prayer portion of my program, Ron asked for some Jello. I found out what flavor he wanted and gave it to him. He ate it.
He got his appetite back and decided to try some Spaghettios with meatballs. He ate half a can and had a good time doing it. Good. I hate to see him hungry.
He stored the rest in the fridge. I brought in the now empty garbage can. We are going to try keeping it near the garage door instead of the back of the house. If it rains, it's hard to get through the mud to put the can away. Although Ron made a good point, I might get more people putting stuff in our can now. If so, I'll put it in the back again.
I am glad to see Ron's appetite is back. I think he was very nervous and worried about getting the tooth pulled today. I hope I was able to make him feel better.
I think I am pretty good at pampering him when he's sick. It's just hard to watch him suffer.
And that, was my day.
But I don't have any regrets about how I handled myself today.
Ron got pretty drunk last night, and was pretty rowdy, waking me up a few times. It was kind of hopeless "reasoning" with him so I just endured.
I got up at 5 AM and took a shower, and got ready. I couldn't feed Biscuit his dry food because he was standing on the bucket. I just fed them some wet food and they seemed fine with that. Our vet wants us to feed mostly wet, anyway.
We got picked up and went to the BBQ place. It opened at 7, but we got there at 6:30. Perils of paratransit.
Ron wanted to take me to breakfast, and I figured, since I had taken him to the dentist twice in 3 days, I deserved it. He got a drink and worked on that (diet soda) while I massacred my pancakes with cane syrup. I also got a side of bacon.
It was very good, but we had a problem. Ron had promised the office girls at the dentists' office he would bring them a rack of ribs. But the ribs weren't ready yet.
I used my own judgment and got a whole chicken, cut up, and a pound of brisket. I made sure to get plenty of bread, plates, and sauce.
Then our ride came to take us to the dentist. We got there at 9:15, the appointment was 10. They were happy to see the barbeque and snatched it up.
Ron was taken to the back. I always go with him because he prefers it.
I have issues with dental offices because I had that horrible 4-in-1 extraction when I was a 12 year old, to make room for braces. They didn't give me a valium or anything, they just got in there with some kind of horrible wrench and started crunching away. I behaved poorly but I would probably do so again. I cried, screamed, and threatened to bite the dentist.
If I had to have something like that done in the future, I would have my primary doc write me a prescription for something to calm me down, before. Nothing worse than a mouthful of rubber glove, the taste of blood, and horrible crunching noises.
I really hate getting teeth pulled.
I was thinking, seriously, about going out to wait in the waiting room during Ron's extraction. The tooth was very wobbly and couldn't be saved.
However, the first time they took Ron's blood pressure it was over 200. The second time it was over 180. They said if Ron couldn't get it down, they wouldn't be able to do the procedure. I rubbed his shoulders and encouraged him to think about lying in bed with Baby Girl draped over his left leg.
They took his blood pressure again. 130 over 80. That's acceptable.
They numbed him up. I am getting used to the sight of that needle. They chatted with us while they waited for the anesthetic to work. Once he was numb, Doc went after the pliers, in his little toolkit. I looked away, facing the corner, as he worked. I didn't hear any crunching but he was doing a lot of wiggling, when I did peek. Doc was very careful not to damage the surrounding teeth.
They were pulling #21, a tooth that is also missing in my mouth, pulled for braces.
Pretty soon, the tooth was out. I would have hated to check my blood pressure during the procedure, I'm sure it was up there. It's basically one of my worst fears aside from wasp attack or dog bite. Or getting burned.
But this is about Ron. He was bleeding, of course, so they put some gauze in there and gave me more to change out in about half an hour.
I put Ron in his wheelchair. We paid. The receptionist thanked us for the BBQ and said she couldn't stay out of the chicken. Good. I'm glad they liked it.
Chicken was probably a better bet than ribs, because people are weird about pork, and red meat, sometimes.
I took Ron to the bathroom and then we went to Walmart to fill his pain medication. Doc gave him some Tylenol #3.
We went to Walmart and got him some soft food, and more gauze, while he waited for his prescription. He wanted Jello, he thought. I told him they had it premade in cups. He went for that. He also got some chili and spaghettio's with meatballs.
We went back to the pharmacy and I read him the labels on the sex toys they are apparently now selling, along with their prices. He made comments about it while we waited. Pretty soon they called his phone and we went up to the counter.
It cost $11. They made a big production about "insurance declining" and we had to tell them we didn't have drug coverage. Honestly, Ron hardly takes prescriptions at all.
They did their consult and verified that yes, Ron couldn't drink while he took the medication. They had already told him no drinking for 3 days, at the dentists' office. He was pretty sad about that but I reminded him he was dry all the time he was in rehab.
That must have sounded like alcohol rehab, instead of physical rehab, but he agreed.
Ron bought me a chicken sandwich at McDonald's because I was hungry, and sat there while I ate it. It was pretty good, I had them put bacon on it.
We called Lou the cab driver. He was downtown. We called a couple other cab drivers. No luck. We called Jose. He hates Trump. He could get us.
He was especially happy to hear we only had one bag. Walmart trips can be notorious for having lots and lots of bags.
We saw a paratransit van come and load up on a couple of clients. They both had the same t-shirt bags from the store. I don't know how he kept their stuff separate. I started bringing reusable tote bags when someone's son tried to take my bag of meat, one day. He said he got things mixed up. Yeah, right.
I didn't blame him too much, because teenage boys need a lot of protein and calories. He was just hoping it was their bag, I think.
Jose got us home pretty quick. When we got home, our garbage can had been opened at the curb, and someone had put a bunch of nasty old rugs into it. They were disgusting, something not even a hoarder would want. I closed it up, muttering about rude people using my trash can.
Then I got Ron in the house. I had told him to take some pain medicine the minute we got it, but he said he was fine. He waited until he started hurting before he took it, and, as a result, had a harder time controlling his pain. He told me I was right but I didn't want to be right, I didn't want him to hurt, even if he did keep me up last night.
Once I got everything put away I gave Ron his medicine. It says one pill every 4 to 6 hours, so I told him one pill every 6 hours. His liver has enough trouble as it is.
We decided to take a nap. I slept pretty well until the yapper came out next door. Yip, yap, yap. Yip. Yap. Yap yap yap. You get the idea.
Then Biscuit joined Torbie in the bed, hogging the foot area of my bed. I couldn't stretch out my legs. I still slept with them for a little bit but it was pretty crowded for me. I finally got up.
I told Ron I was awake and he told me he was pretty uncomfortable, still. He took out the gauze and that helped.
I did my God Time. About halfway through the prayer portion of my program, Ron asked for some Jello. I found out what flavor he wanted and gave it to him. He ate it.
He got his appetite back and decided to try some Spaghettios with meatballs. He ate half a can and had a good time doing it. Good. I hate to see him hungry.
He stored the rest in the fridge. I brought in the now empty garbage can. We are going to try keeping it near the garage door instead of the back of the house. If it rains, it's hard to get through the mud to put the can away. Although Ron made a good point, I might get more people putting stuff in our can now. If so, I'll put it in the back again.
I am glad to see Ron's appetite is back. I think he was very nervous and worried about getting the tooth pulled today. I hope I was able to make him feel better.
I think I am pretty good at pampering him when he's sick. It's just hard to watch him suffer.
And that, was my day.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Not a good day
So, today.
Another early wakeup, no cats cuddling in my bed this morning, though. I got up and took my shower, did my God Time later.
We went to work. Work was challenging because Ron wanted me to pay some bills. As you know, you have to make out the check, make sure you have the account number on it, etc.
I told Ron, if I paid the bills I would not be able to help him. He is accustomed to shouting for me, and having me drop everything to help him, whenever he wants.
He kept bothering me. I finally told him plainly: I can pay the bills, or I can help you. Which do you want? Because I am entirely prepared to put up the [bill paying stuff] if you ask me for help again.
He KNEW I had to focus. How can I keep doing the bills if he keeps bugging me, over stupid crap like "Is this a Dr Pepper?" Ask a customer, they were everywhere. If he really needed me to fetch him drinks, etc. he should have asked me to do it FIRST, then do the bills.
He got all upset but he left me alone after that. Once I had mailed everything, then I told him I was available, after I emptied the coffee machine waste bucket pail. I can't exactly set that down on the nice clean white floor and go help Ron, leaving the bucket for someone to knock over.
By the time I finished all that, he was done. I had done what I could to keep everything stocked for the next couple days. I didn't get to stock some candy bars in Snack #3, but it will be OK.
We left and had a ride home with another one of those "I want that easy job at the Post Office" (for his wife) people. He wouldn't listen to a word I said on the subject. He was convinced I was "hiding" a good, easy, job for his wife, a job that paid very well (not really), and was just refusing to give him the information. He was very persistent and rude.
As a result, I've come to a conclusion. I have had this encounter many, many, times. It always starts and ends the same way. "So, you work at the Post Office, huh?" and ending, thinking I am just a bitch who is withholding their dream job from them.
So, I will tell them how to apply. Hopefully that will end the conversation. "If you want to work there, go to this website" and give it to them. Let them find out the truth on their own. Buyer beware.
In today's case, though, she wouldn't have qualified because she is unemployed right now. The Post Office does not want to hire the unemployed, they want to hire people who are already working. So, she wouldn't have gotten it anyway.
It was ironic, because we passed a billboard for a school bus driver job, and I told him she should look into that. They pay over $16 an hour, free child care, good hours. There were other perks I'm forgetting because I will never be a school bus driver. At any rate, he took one look at the sign and immediately dismissed it.
I couldn't help but wonder, he can't support a household of two on 12 hour days at $38 an hour? Or maybe he just wants her to suffer, too. I don't know.
We got home. I was pretty wiped out. I told Ron I was taking a nap, and he spent the next hour on the phone.
I was upset for two reasons, when he told me why. One, he thought it was OK for him to talk on the phone, loudly at times, during my nap "Because I was in the kitchen". Just because you can't hear me in the kitchen doesn't mean the reverse applies.
Second, he was trying to find a place that didn't exist: the place "where we used to go, that had a Popeye's (Chicken) right next to a Burger King".
We never went to any place like that. We went to a McDonald's that was right next to a Popeye's. It makes me wonder if he is losing his memory or what.
He finally found some place that had the desired combination of restaurants, it was over 10 miles away. When I woke up he wanted to take me there.
I told him about the correct restaurants and said I'd rather not. He offered Burger King. I said OK. But no one took the trip so we cancelled that.
It's not a great Burger King anyway, it has a lot of people come in there begging. For whatever reason, beggars think I am an easy mark and pester me. Maybe it's because I'm with Ron, they think I am a "softie".
I remember one time I was riding in a paratransit cab. We approached a beggar on a median and parked at a red light. The client in the back seat frantically tried to roll down her window and try to give the guy money (and he was pretty scary looking). Her rationale: if she didn't, a serial killer would "get" her daughter when she was broken down by the side of the road one day. The driver had "childlock" on the windows so she couldn't roll them down, she was screaming, crying, and demanding he do it or her daughter "would die".
So I guess it does work, for some people.
I finally told Ron about the waking me up thing. He wanted to know why I didn't get up and confront him then. Well, he was drunk. When he's drunk he gets ugly. That was the main reason but I didn't say anything. I just told him I was hoping he would stop, which was true.
He took it as a deep personal attack and said it would be a long time before he "forgave me". What shames me is how that crap used to work, and how I would be so desperate for his "forgiveness" for a sin he committed.
Tomorrow we go to the dentist and get his bad tooth pulled. That's not going to be fun for me, because I had 8 teeth pulled, total, 4 for braces while awake, and 4 for wisdom teeth while asleep. The first experience was so bad I actually borrowed money from my Dad to pay for the anesthesia for the second. And I have never asked him for money since. It was the best $150 I'd ever spent.
At any rate, once you hear that "crunch, crunch" noise of a tooth getting pulled, you never forget it. And I will have to listen to it tomorrow. I might opt out and sit in the waiting room.
So, that's it for tonight. I hope you have a good one.
Another early wakeup, no cats cuddling in my bed this morning, though. I got up and took my shower, did my God Time later.
We went to work. Work was challenging because Ron wanted me to pay some bills. As you know, you have to make out the check, make sure you have the account number on it, etc.
I told Ron, if I paid the bills I would not be able to help him. He is accustomed to shouting for me, and having me drop everything to help him, whenever he wants.
He kept bothering me. I finally told him plainly: I can pay the bills, or I can help you. Which do you want? Because I am entirely prepared to put up the [bill paying stuff] if you ask me for help again.
He KNEW I had to focus. How can I keep doing the bills if he keeps bugging me, over stupid crap like "Is this a Dr Pepper?" Ask a customer, they were everywhere. If he really needed me to fetch him drinks, etc. he should have asked me to do it FIRST, then do the bills.
He got all upset but he left me alone after that. Once I had mailed everything, then I told him I was available, after I emptied the coffee machine waste bucket pail. I can't exactly set that down on the nice clean white floor and go help Ron, leaving the bucket for someone to knock over.
By the time I finished all that, he was done. I had done what I could to keep everything stocked for the next couple days. I didn't get to stock some candy bars in Snack #3, but it will be OK.
We left and had a ride home with another one of those "I want that easy job at the Post Office" (for his wife) people. He wouldn't listen to a word I said on the subject. He was convinced I was "hiding" a good, easy, job for his wife, a job that paid very well (not really), and was just refusing to give him the information. He was very persistent and rude.
As a result, I've come to a conclusion. I have had this encounter many, many, times. It always starts and ends the same way. "So, you work at the Post Office, huh?" and ending, thinking I am just a bitch who is withholding their dream job from them.
So, I will tell them how to apply. Hopefully that will end the conversation. "If you want to work there, go to this website" and give it to them. Let them find out the truth on their own. Buyer beware.
In today's case, though, she wouldn't have qualified because she is unemployed right now. The Post Office does not want to hire the unemployed, they want to hire people who are already working. So, she wouldn't have gotten it anyway.
It was ironic, because we passed a billboard for a school bus driver job, and I told him she should look into that. They pay over $16 an hour, free child care, good hours. There were other perks I'm forgetting because I will never be a school bus driver. At any rate, he took one look at the sign and immediately dismissed it.
I couldn't help but wonder, he can't support a household of two on 12 hour days at $38 an hour? Or maybe he just wants her to suffer, too. I don't know.
We got home. I was pretty wiped out. I told Ron I was taking a nap, and he spent the next hour on the phone.
I was upset for two reasons, when he told me why. One, he thought it was OK for him to talk on the phone, loudly at times, during my nap "Because I was in the kitchen". Just because you can't hear me in the kitchen doesn't mean the reverse applies.
Second, he was trying to find a place that didn't exist: the place "where we used to go, that had a Popeye's (Chicken) right next to a Burger King".
We never went to any place like that. We went to a McDonald's that was right next to a Popeye's. It makes me wonder if he is losing his memory or what.
He finally found some place that had the desired combination of restaurants, it was over 10 miles away. When I woke up he wanted to take me there.
I told him about the correct restaurants and said I'd rather not. He offered Burger King. I said OK. But no one took the trip so we cancelled that.
It's not a great Burger King anyway, it has a lot of people come in there begging. For whatever reason, beggars think I am an easy mark and pester me. Maybe it's because I'm with Ron, they think I am a "softie".
I remember one time I was riding in a paratransit cab. We approached a beggar on a median and parked at a red light. The client in the back seat frantically tried to roll down her window and try to give the guy money (and he was pretty scary looking). Her rationale: if she didn't, a serial killer would "get" her daughter when she was broken down by the side of the road one day. The driver had "childlock" on the windows so she couldn't roll them down, she was screaming, crying, and demanding he do it or her daughter "would die".
So I guess it does work, for some people.
I finally told Ron about the waking me up thing. He wanted to know why I didn't get up and confront him then. Well, he was drunk. When he's drunk he gets ugly. That was the main reason but I didn't say anything. I just told him I was hoping he would stop, which was true.
He took it as a deep personal attack and said it would be a long time before he "forgave me". What shames me is how that crap used to work, and how I would be so desperate for his "forgiveness" for a sin he committed.
Tomorrow we go to the dentist and get his bad tooth pulled. That's not going to be fun for me, because I had 8 teeth pulled, total, 4 for braces while awake, and 4 for wisdom teeth while asleep. The first experience was so bad I actually borrowed money from my Dad to pay for the anesthesia for the second. And I have never asked him for money since. It was the best $150 I'd ever spent.
At any rate, once you hear that "crunch, crunch" noise of a tooth getting pulled, you never forget it. And I will have to listen to it tomorrow. I might opt out and sit in the waiting room.
So, that's it for tonight. I hope you have a good one.
Yet another post about the man who ran over Ron
I was helping Ron get the bottled water yesterday when someone came out of the conference room. It was Roy, the guy who ran over Ron.
He made some "joking" comments about how bossy I was (I had just told Ron it would be easier if I moved the water myself, because it didn't have a good plastic wrap). I was mildly offended, but I didn't say anything.
He asked if we were OK. I looked at him, into his eyes, and said we were "OK".
What I wanted to do was say "You put him in a wheelchair and now he's an alcoholic. He can be incredibly verbally abusive to me and I worry about his safety."
He kept asking if we were "alright", he wanted Ron to answer it. I knew Ron had no idea who he was talking to. Ron said he was fine. He asked me again. I said we were OK, {that's as far as I was willing to lie}.
Of all the things I thought I would do, I never dreamed I would be consoling the man who ran over Ron. Yet here I am, doing it.
I don't hate him but I do get mildly annoyed at his constant need for redemption. You made a mistake. There are consequences. You live with the guilt, we live with the rest.
I kept wanting to remind him about putting Ron in the wheelchair and him being an alcoholic now. But I didn't.
It would be a lot like kicking a 200 pound puppy.
He made some "joking" comments about how bossy I was (I had just told Ron it would be easier if I moved the water myself, because it didn't have a good plastic wrap). I was mildly offended, but I didn't say anything.
He asked if we were OK. I looked at him, into his eyes, and said we were "OK".
What I wanted to do was say "You put him in a wheelchair and now he's an alcoholic. He can be incredibly verbally abusive to me and I worry about his safety."
He kept asking if we were "alright", he wanted Ron to answer it. I knew Ron had no idea who he was talking to. Ron said he was fine. He asked me again. I said we were OK, {that's as far as I was willing to lie}.
Of all the things I thought I would do, I never dreamed I would be consoling the man who ran over Ron. Yet here I am, doing it.
I don't hate him but I do get mildly annoyed at his constant need for redemption. You made a mistake. There are consequences. You live with the guilt, we live with the rest.
I kept wanting to remind him about putting Ron in the wheelchair and him being an alcoholic now. But I didn't.
It would be a lot like kicking a 200 pound puppy.
Monday, April 24, 2017
A trip to the dentist.
I am exhausted today.
I slept OK considering #6 has left his side yard light on for the last couple nights. It's on steadily, not going off and on. It's probably easier for me to sleep like that than it would be if it kept "boinking" on and off.
So, I got up at 5 AM. Our pickup was 6:30. I did my God Time later.
I went to work with Ron. We had to ride with "the teacher" again. I don't like her much, for some reason. For one, I don't think it's professional to gossip about your special needs students and their parents. Two, she always drags a bunch of crap with her. Three, she only talks about herself (I'm one to talk, huh?). Fourth, she is an irresponsible pet owner who won't fix her cat.
We dropped her at the school, and then we went to work. We had the driver we had a while ago. He was hired as an electrician's helper during the remodel so he thinks he knows everything about work, our business, how much money we make, etc. It's intrusive and disturbing. I don't ask him how much money he makes. I know how much he makes, $38 an hour, but I don't ask him questions about it.
But some people feel like they can interrogate us because we are self employed. We generally end up being "rude" to them and telling them "We make a little" or something like that.
The last thing I want are people gossiping about us, talking about we make so much money, etc. I believe a woman doing that was a factor in my home getting robbed, back in 2012. Unfortunately these people know where we live. While I don't think they, themselves, would rob us, I think they probably have ignorant "friends" who would. So I do my best to shut down that line of conversation.
I just get uncomfortable when I ride with him, and I've learned to trust my hackles. He was a decent driver, though.
We got to work and did it all. I worked on the coffee machine. The waste bucket was overflowing and I had to fix that. I had to use a cup to "bail" the bucket and put the excess into another bucket (the one I bought in case I get sick at work), then pour out both buckets. It was nasty work.
I did snacks, they needed a surprising amount of work. I helped Ron with the bottled vendor. I stayed busy.
When we finished, we went to the dentist. Ron's neuropathy was bothering him pretty badly.
They saw us pretty fast, and got to work. Ron had 3 teeth needed work. I stayed with him. The first anesthetic shot didn't "take" so they did another one, which made Ron's lip puffy. The dentist is a nice guy and I trust him.
I had some bad experiences at the dentist so it takes a lot for me to say that.
He finished up with Ron, it cost $300 for 3 fillings. We have a dental discount plan. That's some expensive trail mix. Ron says one tooth is still wobbly so that will probably have to be pulled in the future. I'm sad about that, I hate for anyone to get a tooth pulled, but if it's not working it's not working.
So, we will have to go back. In the meantime, Ron and I went to Walmart. I bought some Keratin shampoo (it does help keep my hair from getting frizzy in the humidity), and a TV dinner for Ron.
Ron couldn't eat because he was still numb, so I went to McDonald's and bought their fancy chicken sandwich. It was good, but a little bland. It needed some sharp cheddar cheese and some bacon.
It was good, though, and had plenty of protein. We called a cab and went home.
Once I got Ron in the house I took a nap. Ron kept making noise moaning with the neuropathy. I couldn't exactly yell at him for that.
He made me very happy when he told me he seldom takes Tylenol anymore. He said, he realized he had to choose between vodka and Tylenol, and vodka won. That didn't make me happy but at least he is being smart about his liver.
My mother was found dead with the same kind of cheap, 2-liter bottle of vodka Ron drinks. Sad. Ron thinks it is funny.
I got up and did a load of towels. I put towels on all the seats in the house, because Biscuit throws up. This way, I can just wash a towel instead of having to clean upholstery. I washed several towels, most of them were pretty clean but I have to figure, if I've been sitting on them for hours a day, they could probably use a wash.
I did a rinse with 1/3 cup vinegar to get the detergent residue out. It also helps clean the washer. They just finished drying.
Like I said, I'm exhausted. I took my pills with a bowl of cereal after I got up from my nap. So at least I am properly medicated.
I'm going to bed. I hope you have a good one.
I slept OK considering #6 has left his side yard light on for the last couple nights. It's on steadily, not going off and on. It's probably easier for me to sleep like that than it would be if it kept "boinking" on and off.
So, I got up at 5 AM. Our pickup was 6:30. I did my God Time later.
I went to work with Ron. We had to ride with "the teacher" again. I don't like her much, for some reason. For one, I don't think it's professional to gossip about your special needs students and their parents. Two, she always drags a bunch of crap with her. Three, she only talks about herself (I'm one to talk, huh?). Fourth, she is an irresponsible pet owner who won't fix her cat.
We dropped her at the school, and then we went to work. We had the driver we had a while ago. He was hired as an electrician's helper during the remodel so he thinks he knows everything about work, our business, how much money we make, etc. It's intrusive and disturbing. I don't ask him how much money he makes. I know how much he makes, $38 an hour, but I don't ask him questions about it.
But some people feel like they can interrogate us because we are self employed. We generally end up being "rude" to them and telling them "We make a little" or something like that.
The last thing I want are people gossiping about us, talking about we make so much money, etc. I believe a woman doing that was a factor in my home getting robbed, back in 2012. Unfortunately these people know where we live. While I don't think they, themselves, would rob us, I think they probably have ignorant "friends" who would. So I do my best to shut down that line of conversation.
I just get uncomfortable when I ride with him, and I've learned to trust my hackles. He was a decent driver, though.
We got to work and did it all. I worked on the coffee machine. The waste bucket was overflowing and I had to fix that. I had to use a cup to "bail" the bucket and put the excess into another bucket (the one I bought in case I get sick at work), then pour out both buckets. It was nasty work.
I did snacks, they needed a surprising amount of work. I helped Ron with the bottled vendor. I stayed busy.
When we finished, we went to the dentist. Ron's neuropathy was bothering him pretty badly.
They saw us pretty fast, and got to work. Ron had 3 teeth needed work. I stayed with him. The first anesthetic shot didn't "take" so they did another one, which made Ron's lip puffy. The dentist is a nice guy and I trust him.
I had some bad experiences at the dentist so it takes a lot for me to say that.
He finished up with Ron, it cost $300 for 3 fillings. We have a dental discount plan. That's some expensive trail mix. Ron says one tooth is still wobbly so that will probably have to be pulled in the future. I'm sad about that, I hate for anyone to get a tooth pulled, but if it's not working it's not working.
So, we will have to go back. In the meantime, Ron and I went to Walmart. I bought some Keratin shampoo (it does help keep my hair from getting frizzy in the humidity), and a TV dinner for Ron.
Ron couldn't eat because he was still numb, so I went to McDonald's and bought their fancy chicken sandwich. It was good, but a little bland. It needed some sharp cheddar cheese and some bacon.
It was good, though, and had plenty of protein. We called a cab and went home.
Once I got Ron in the house I took a nap. Ron kept making noise moaning with the neuropathy. I couldn't exactly yell at him for that.
He made me very happy when he told me he seldom takes Tylenol anymore. He said, he realized he had to choose between vodka and Tylenol, and vodka won. That didn't make me happy but at least he is being smart about his liver.
My mother was found dead with the same kind of cheap, 2-liter bottle of vodka Ron drinks. Sad. Ron thinks it is funny.
I got up and did a load of towels. I put towels on all the seats in the house, because Biscuit throws up. This way, I can just wash a towel instead of having to clean upholstery. I washed several towels, most of them were pretty clean but I have to figure, if I've been sitting on them for hours a day, they could probably use a wash.
I did a rinse with 1/3 cup vinegar to get the detergent residue out. It also helps clean the washer. They just finished drying.
Like I said, I'm exhausted. I took my pills with a bowl of cereal after I got up from my nap. So at least I am properly medicated.
I'm going to bed. I hope you have a good one.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Ron just scared the hell out of me
I went into his room to ask him for his dirty clothes.
"Heather" he asked "How is the house laid out?" What? "Where is the bathroom, I can't remember."
[censored] Great, now we have to deal with dementia? He truly couldn't recall the location of any room in the house.
Figuring there was nothing I could do about it, I verbally told Ron the locations of all the rooms (not that we have that many) and went to do laundry.
A couple of minutes later he told me he remembered, he thought of how I give Baby Girl a "ride" up the hallway to the kitchen, and that triggered his recollection.
I hope he was just drunk and groggy from being asleep, but this scares he hell out of me.
"Heather" he asked "How is the house laid out?" What? "Where is the bathroom, I can't remember."
[censored] Great, now we have to deal with dementia? He truly couldn't recall the location of any room in the house.
Figuring there was nothing I could do about it, I verbally told Ron the locations of all the rooms (not that we have that many) and went to do laundry.
A couple of minutes later he told me he remembered, he thought of how I give Baby Girl a "ride" up the hallway to the kitchen, and that triggered his recollection.
I hope he was just drunk and groggy from being asleep, but this scares he hell out of me.
Mutual benefit
I'm pretty tired today.
Yesterday was long, too.
Anyway, yesterday: I got up at 5. I would have gotten up at 4 but Biscuit was in my bed, all cute, fat, and adorable. I did my God Time later.
We went to the warehouse. I was able to buy what I considered to be "enough" snack products to sell. I was glad I didn't get any Frito Lay kettle chips, they are under recall. Salmonella. I've had a run with salmonella and it was pretty miserable, the sickest I had been in a long time.
I used to get pretty sick when I was a kid, always around Christmas, which I hated. I would get the flu for weeks, and just when my stepmother thought she'd better take me to the hospital, I would make a miracle recovery. It scared her to death.
The last flu I got was 2006. No, I don't get the shot. It put both my siblings in the hospital.
I believe in vaccines for tetanus, things like that. I vaccinate my cats. They are up to date on everything. But don't go sticking a needle in my arm.
I got a diet decaf soda, I was sad to hear about the study that says diet soda usage has been linked to strokes and dementia, but I'm not sure I believe it. I drank my "death" and enjoyed it. The last time I got a soda there the carbonation was messed up. This time, they had fixed it.
We waited for Jack and got a helper to help him load the truck. He doesn't want our help, loading the truck. He has a system. He does manage to get everything all squashed in there.
We went to work and I got the carts. Jack did most of the unloading (he does, every time), and we got everything put up on the carts. I dragged them into our work area.
Snacks looked pretty depleted so I got to work on them. Ron got to work on the canned soda. We loaded the fridge and took out the Monster energy drinks, then I stocked them into the food machine. We had plenty of sandwiches to hold us until Monday, I was happy to note, so I didn't have to worry about that.
I went back to snacks. I had work to do with crackers, cookies, candy bars, in addition to my work with the chips. Like I tell Ron, no one ever calls in a complaint about an empty soda machine. I got it all done, except for the pastry, and helped Ron with the bottled vendor.
We got that done, replaced the cold drinks in the fridge, and I put everything on the carts. See, I use the carts for storage. If I have leftover inventory on the carts, on Saturday, I have to take it off the carts so I can make room for stuff from the warehouse. I put it on a table. Then I have to make room on the carts, for the stuff on the table. It can get tricky at times. I managed.
It helped that I had to put a couple of cases of warm drinks into the fridge to chill for stocking Monday.
At any rate, we finished up. We had a pretty good ride home and I took a short nap.
The advertised cold front came in, dropping temperatures about 20 degrees (F). It was in the mid 60's yesterday and apparently today.
I got up and did my God Time, Biscuit came and hung out with me while I did.
Ron flipped the thermostat from "cool" to "Heat".
We went out to the BBQ restaurant we like (the one that is "far away"). It looked like a good trip, they would leave us there for an hour. However, there was another client on board the vehicle. She was going to Acres Homes, pretty far away.
The driver parked in front of #6, blocking their driveway. I was horrified, but the driver wouldn't move "I'll be done when I'm done". Of course #6 tried to come home in the middle of this. They pulled into someone else's driveway and waited while the driver filled out his paperwork and tied down the wheelchair.
We had a long, bumpy, ride down a connecting street and finally dropped her at her location. It was next to 290, so we were able to jump on the freeway and head down that way.
Ron complained a lot about the ride and the scheduling. He did apologize when we got to our location. The driver was really nice about it but I was a little embarrassed.
I try to remind myself Ron has a head injury and his filter's broken.
We got our food to-go and then ate it there. I had a chopped beef sandwich. It was nice and smoky but it didn't really agree with me. It had very little gristle or fat. It was good.
I just can't eat certain meats these days, on my medication. I often think my medication would like me to go vegetarian.
We went outside and found our ride to go home. She had an easy time finding us and asked if this is the place we're always talking about. We told her it was.
She took us home, it was a straight shot, and then she got a lunch after she dropped us. When we got home, #6 was outside playing for a while in the cooler weather. We probably won't get weather like this again until October.
I watched TV for a while until they finished up, then I went to bed. I slept pretty well.
Torbie went to bed with me, and I woke up with just Biscuit, so I had some traffic in my bed last night. I slept in until 8:30 and then fed Biscuit, who was quite eager for breakfast. They had eaten pretty much everything I had put out for them, last night.
I took a shower and did my God Time, watched a little TV, ate my big meal, and took my medication. I decided to take a nap. Of course #6 decided that would be a great time to come out and play. Agh.
If we could have afforded it, I would have moved to an adults-only community, but then I would probably be dealing with visiting grandkids.
Biscuit got in bed with me so we cuddled for a while. He cuddled with me during my God Time, too. He's really becoming an awesome cat. He's terrified of strangers, but I don't blame him.
With Biscuit, you have to remember he approached someone for food, and she responded by kicking him and his brother in the head, and threatening to kill them. He was also dumped in the woods and left to starve.
So, he didn't have much cause to have faith in humanity. He did take a chance on me, which has been to our mutual benefit.
I finally got up around 2. I was going to talk to Ron and get his dirty clothes so I could do laundry, but he got drunk and went back to bed. I have learned it is better not to wake Ron up, not because he'll get violent, but just the attitude.
I think I'll just do a load anyway with what I have. I do need to wash a bra, etc.
Tomorrow we go to work in the morning, then take Ron to the dentist. I'm not sure how long that will take, but I plan to bring my lunch. Ron, and the dentist, like me to stay with him.
Ron, I would say, is a "good" patient in the chair. He just doesn't take care of his teeth out of the chair.
But, I'm not the best flosser, either.
Yesterday was long, too.
Anyway, yesterday: I got up at 5. I would have gotten up at 4 but Biscuit was in my bed, all cute, fat, and adorable. I did my God Time later.
We went to the warehouse. I was able to buy what I considered to be "enough" snack products to sell. I was glad I didn't get any Frito Lay kettle chips, they are under recall. Salmonella. I've had a run with salmonella and it was pretty miserable, the sickest I had been in a long time.
I used to get pretty sick when I was a kid, always around Christmas, which I hated. I would get the flu for weeks, and just when my stepmother thought she'd better take me to the hospital, I would make a miracle recovery. It scared her to death.
The last flu I got was 2006. No, I don't get the shot. It put both my siblings in the hospital.
I believe in vaccines for tetanus, things like that. I vaccinate my cats. They are up to date on everything. But don't go sticking a needle in my arm.
I got a diet decaf soda, I was sad to hear about the study that says diet soda usage has been linked to strokes and dementia, but I'm not sure I believe it. I drank my "death" and enjoyed it. The last time I got a soda there the carbonation was messed up. This time, they had fixed it.
We waited for Jack and got a helper to help him load the truck. He doesn't want our help, loading the truck. He has a system. He does manage to get everything all squashed in there.
We went to work and I got the carts. Jack did most of the unloading (he does, every time), and we got everything put up on the carts. I dragged them into our work area.
Snacks looked pretty depleted so I got to work on them. Ron got to work on the canned soda. We loaded the fridge and took out the Monster energy drinks, then I stocked them into the food machine. We had plenty of sandwiches to hold us until Monday, I was happy to note, so I didn't have to worry about that.
I went back to snacks. I had work to do with crackers, cookies, candy bars, in addition to my work with the chips. Like I tell Ron, no one ever calls in a complaint about an empty soda machine. I got it all done, except for the pastry, and helped Ron with the bottled vendor.
We got that done, replaced the cold drinks in the fridge, and I put everything on the carts. See, I use the carts for storage. If I have leftover inventory on the carts, on Saturday, I have to take it off the carts so I can make room for stuff from the warehouse. I put it on a table. Then I have to make room on the carts, for the stuff on the table. It can get tricky at times. I managed.
It helped that I had to put a couple of cases of warm drinks into the fridge to chill for stocking Monday.
At any rate, we finished up. We had a pretty good ride home and I took a short nap.
The advertised cold front came in, dropping temperatures about 20 degrees (F). It was in the mid 60's yesterday and apparently today.
I got up and did my God Time, Biscuit came and hung out with me while I did.
Ron flipped the thermostat from "cool" to "Heat".
We went out to the BBQ restaurant we like (the one that is "far away"). It looked like a good trip, they would leave us there for an hour. However, there was another client on board the vehicle. She was going to Acres Homes, pretty far away.
The driver parked in front of #6, blocking their driveway. I was horrified, but the driver wouldn't move "I'll be done when I'm done". Of course #6 tried to come home in the middle of this. They pulled into someone else's driveway and waited while the driver filled out his paperwork and tied down the wheelchair.
We had a long, bumpy, ride down a connecting street and finally dropped her at her location. It was next to 290, so we were able to jump on the freeway and head down that way.
Ron complained a lot about the ride and the scheduling. He did apologize when we got to our location. The driver was really nice about it but I was a little embarrassed.
I try to remind myself Ron has a head injury and his filter's broken.
We got our food to-go and then ate it there. I had a chopped beef sandwich. It was nice and smoky but it didn't really agree with me. It had very little gristle or fat. It was good.
I just can't eat certain meats these days, on my medication. I often think my medication would like me to go vegetarian.
We went outside and found our ride to go home. She had an easy time finding us and asked if this is the place we're always talking about. We told her it was.
She took us home, it was a straight shot, and then she got a lunch after she dropped us. When we got home, #6 was outside playing for a while in the cooler weather. We probably won't get weather like this again until October.
I watched TV for a while until they finished up, then I went to bed. I slept pretty well.
Torbie went to bed with me, and I woke up with just Biscuit, so I had some traffic in my bed last night. I slept in until 8:30 and then fed Biscuit, who was quite eager for breakfast. They had eaten pretty much everything I had put out for them, last night.
I took a shower and did my God Time, watched a little TV, ate my big meal, and took my medication. I decided to take a nap. Of course #6 decided that would be a great time to come out and play. Agh.
If we could have afforded it, I would have moved to an adults-only community, but then I would probably be dealing with visiting grandkids.
Biscuit got in bed with me so we cuddled for a while. He cuddled with me during my God Time, too. He's really becoming an awesome cat. He's terrified of strangers, but I don't blame him.
With Biscuit, you have to remember he approached someone for food, and she responded by kicking him and his brother in the head, and threatening to kill them. He was also dumped in the woods and left to starve.
So, he didn't have much cause to have faith in humanity. He did take a chance on me, which has been to our mutual benefit.
I finally got up around 2. I was going to talk to Ron and get his dirty clothes so I could do laundry, but he got drunk and went back to bed. I have learned it is better not to wake Ron up, not because he'll get violent, but just the attitude.
I think I'll just do a load anyway with what I have. I do need to wash a bra, etc.
Tomorrow we go to work in the morning, then take Ron to the dentist. I'm not sure how long that will take, but I plan to bring my lunch. Ron, and the dentist, like me to stay with him.
Ron, I would say, is a "good" patient in the chair. He just doesn't take care of his teeth out of the chair.
But, I'm not the best flosser, either.
Friday, April 21, 2017
Nothing is unfixable
Well, I got up this morning about 7, but went back to sleep for a while due to Biscuit, AND Torbie, being in my bed. There is nothing better than sleeping with a cat, in my book.
I got up a little after 8, still plenty of time, I figured, to get ready before Chuck took me to the bank and Walmart. I wanted to ask a question about my account, and I also needed to buy some stuff.
Ron gave me a rather long list. I was surprised, but he needed Pepto, hygienic stuff, etc. I was glad he was paying for the trip.
He decided to pay Chuck to take me, rather than take a paratransit trip. While I was in the shower, though, Chuck called Ron and said he was having a vertigo attack.
He is having them a lot, lately.
All he can do for them is take his medication and sleep for a while.
Ron was upset, but decided to call me a cab, instead. I did my God Time first, though.
Ron called Lou, who came right at 10 AM. We chatted on the way, and he dropped me off.
I went to the bank and took care of my business. Basically, some transactions only require the account number, not the expiration or magic number on the back. Some do. The transactions that don't need the extra information are still going to run on my account.
So, I probably didn't need to go to my cell phone provider and have them "fix" it.
Then I went to Walmart. I bought all the things Ron wanted and a few things for myself.
I like my electric toothbrush, for instance. It was part of an $8 two-pack (I gave the other one to Ron),but it's kind of big in my mouth. I like to use a child's toothbrush.
So, I found a purple mermaid electric toothbrush, with a small head. It only cost $3. It is designed to be disposable.
I had fun shopping but I didn't take long. I got in one line, but got stuck behind the insane coupon lady. She had a sale flyer for each fruit and vegetable on the conveyor belt, and was arguing with the cashier. I went to another lane.
I paid up and bought a couple hamburgers at McDonald's. I don't really get excited about McD's, but it's filling and cheap. I have eaten it my whole life.
I had Ron call Lou, who showed up promptly. I talked to a few paratransit drivers who were there to pick up clients. One lady had an enormous trainee in the front seat. I don't know how she is going to strap down wheelchairs or pick up packages, she weighed at least 450 pounds. She will also have to push her seat back in order to fit behind the steering wheel, which will make it difficult for her clients to fit in the backseat.
But I guess they couldn't tell her that, it would be discriminatory, so they will let her and the trainer figure it out on their own. Some jobs, sad to say, have a weight limit.
Lou showed up and took me home. I put away the cold items and gave Ron a hamburger, his pepto, and his antacids. His stomach has been bothering him.
That would be great if stomach trouble kept Ron from drinking, but like the poster said, I won't be telling him about the kids sticking alcohol laced tampons up their hoo-haws. In the meantime, I will help him treat his symptoms.
Ron asked if I had ever taken antacids and I reminded him I ate a lot of them when I worked at Target. Poor Target. They never knew I was sick, and poor Heather, I never knew I was sick. It wasn't a good fit, as a result.
I often think how my life would have changed if I had gotten my diagnosis and medication, back, say, in 1990 instead of 2006. That's a lot of years I lost.
But, God says He will "restore the years the locust (or illness) has eaten". It's in the book of Joel. Important to remember nothing is unfixable.
After Ron ate his burger, I took a nap for a while. At first I had a hard time due to that dog next door yap, yap, yapping. I hope they are giving it heartworm medication, because if it's outside it can get heartworms. It barked at nothing, and everything, for over an hour before it finally shut up.
Maybe they brought it in the house. I asked God to either 1. Stop the barking (He did) or 2. Make it so I could sleep with the barking. I don't like to tell God what to do. But I will give Him suggestions.
He helped, that's all that matters, and I got my nap.
I got up and checked the mail. It was getting pretty warm in the house so I asked Ron to turn on the air conditioner. He did, complaining bitterly the whole time.
I rolled down the exterior blinds so we wouldn't have any trouble with the sun heating up the house. They are very effective unless we have a thunderstorm coming in, then I need to race outside and roll them up again. The wind could cause them to break a window. We already had a broken window last year, we don't need another.
I watched a little TV and planned tomorrow with Ron. We have to work which means I get up at 4 AM on a Saturday.
Boy, back in the days of working for someone else, I would have screamed about it. These days it is just a part of my schedule.
I got up a little after 8, still plenty of time, I figured, to get ready before Chuck took me to the bank and Walmart. I wanted to ask a question about my account, and I also needed to buy some stuff.
Ron gave me a rather long list. I was surprised, but he needed Pepto, hygienic stuff, etc. I was glad he was paying for the trip.
He decided to pay Chuck to take me, rather than take a paratransit trip. While I was in the shower, though, Chuck called Ron and said he was having a vertigo attack.
He is having them a lot, lately.
All he can do for them is take his medication and sleep for a while.
Ron was upset, but decided to call me a cab, instead. I did my God Time first, though.
Ron called Lou, who came right at 10 AM. We chatted on the way, and he dropped me off.
I went to the bank and took care of my business. Basically, some transactions only require the account number, not the expiration or magic number on the back. Some do. The transactions that don't need the extra information are still going to run on my account.
So, I probably didn't need to go to my cell phone provider and have them "fix" it.
Then I went to Walmart. I bought all the things Ron wanted and a few things for myself.
I like my electric toothbrush, for instance. It was part of an $8 two-pack (I gave the other one to Ron),but it's kind of big in my mouth. I like to use a child's toothbrush.
So, I found a purple mermaid electric toothbrush, with a small head. It only cost $3. It is designed to be disposable.
I had fun shopping but I didn't take long. I got in one line, but got stuck behind the insane coupon lady. She had a sale flyer for each fruit and vegetable on the conveyor belt, and was arguing with the cashier. I went to another lane.
I paid up and bought a couple hamburgers at McDonald's. I don't really get excited about McD's, but it's filling and cheap. I have eaten it my whole life.
I had Ron call Lou, who showed up promptly. I talked to a few paratransit drivers who were there to pick up clients. One lady had an enormous trainee in the front seat. I don't know how she is going to strap down wheelchairs or pick up packages, she weighed at least 450 pounds. She will also have to push her seat back in order to fit behind the steering wheel, which will make it difficult for her clients to fit in the backseat.
But I guess they couldn't tell her that, it would be discriminatory, so they will let her and the trainer figure it out on their own. Some jobs, sad to say, have a weight limit.
Lou showed up and took me home. I put away the cold items and gave Ron a hamburger, his pepto, and his antacids. His stomach has been bothering him.
That would be great if stomach trouble kept Ron from drinking, but like the poster said, I won't be telling him about the kids sticking alcohol laced tampons up their hoo-haws. In the meantime, I will help him treat his symptoms.
Ron asked if I had ever taken antacids and I reminded him I ate a lot of them when I worked at Target. Poor Target. They never knew I was sick, and poor Heather, I never knew I was sick. It wasn't a good fit, as a result.
I often think how my life would have changed if I had gotten my diagnosis and medication, back, say, in 1990 instead of 2006. That's a lot of years I lost.
But, God says He will "restore the years the locust (or illness) has eaten". It's in the book of Joel. Important to remember nothing is unfixable.
After Ron ate his burger, I took a nap for a while. At first I had a hard time due to that dog next door yap, yap, yapping. I hope they are giving it heartworm medication, because if it's outside it can get heartworms. It barked at nothing, and everything, for over an hour before it finally shut up.
Maybe they brought it in the house. I asked God to either 1. Stop the barking (He did) or 2. Make it so I could sleep with the barking. I don't like to tell God what to do. But I will give Him suggestions.
He helped, that's all that matters, and I got my nap.
I got up and checked the mail. It was getting pretty warm in the house so I asked Ron to turn on the air conditioner. He did, complaining bitterly the whole time.
I rolled down the exterior blinds so we wouldn't have any trouble with the sun heating up the house. They are very effective unless we have a thunderstorm coming in, then I need to race outside and roll them up again. The wind could cause them to break a window. We already had a broken window last year, we don't need another.
I watched a little TV and planned tomorrow with Ron. We have to work which means I get up at 4 AM on a Saturday.
Boy, back in the days of working for someone else, I would have screamed about it. These days it is just a part of my schedule.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
"No more vodka for me, today"
I'm typing this to the yip-yap of #2's little dog, out in the sideyard right next to my computer room.
I didn't sleep well last night, Ron fell down twice, at two different times, waking me up. He got himself back to bed. I don't dare help him if he falls when drunk because he gets violent. Then he falls again anyway.
So, I woke up exhausted. We went to the warehouse to buy a couple cases of bottled water. We got stuck there for an hour. Paratransit wants at least a one hour layover for each trip.
Our ride came to take us to work. Against the rules, she refused to let me sit in the front seat. The rules say I can sit in any empty seat I choose. But she was one of those "I don't let people sit in the front seat unless I like them", people.
I figured I didn't want to sit with her, either. I figured out why she didn't let me sit up front when she started texting. I don't know how she thought she would get away with it.
She also took "her" route and not the logical route, then pulled in front of the plant and stopped under the tree. We told her we go through the gate and get dropped by the front door.
"Well, the other guy didn't do that".
Do we look like the other guy? I was glad to get away from her.
She wasn't done yet, she made derogatory comments about the cat hair on our clothes and asked what animal it came from.
We told her we had cats and she scoffed at us.
But I bet she has a little dog.
Then she left.
We went in and got to work. First order of business, sales tax. We filled out the form, wrote the check, and mailed it. They should get it in a day or so. I stocked snacks, Ron stocked sodas. I got drinks for him on occasion. We were pretty busy. We didn't need more time than we had, though.
We went outside to find our ride already waiting for us. He was a nice guy. I like him. I think he is Salvadoran or Cuban. He took us to the bank and helped me get Ron in the wheelchair.
While at the bank, someone wished me a happy "420" day. I said "You, too!". I guess I look like a pot smoker. Maybe it was my red eyes from not being able to sleep.
We did our business and waited on Lou the cab driver. Lou took us to Burger King. I would have rather gone through the drive-through but Ron wanted to sit down in the restaurant. And he's paying. So Lou drove away.
"I hope you're still around when we're done" I said.
"Hopefully" he replied "I'll be halfway to Sugarland!" (Sugarland is very far away, probably a $100 trip).
We ate our food and called Lou. He already had another trip, but not quite Sugarland material. He suggested we call Yellow Cab.
We did that. The driver showed up in about 20 minutes, not too bad, and was a driver we already knew. Apparently, things are so tough in the cab business he is doing yardwork, too. He gave us a card.
I went in the house, put our burgers away, and took a nap. I was pretty tired. I slept OK and actually had some dreams.
I woke up around 4.
I did my God Time. While I was doing it, Ron threw up. "No more vodka for me today". I had to stifle my cheer. I babied him a little, but what he really wanted was a piece of bread. So, I gave it to him. He said it helped.
Happily, Ron made it to the toilet when he got sick so I didn't have anything to clean.
Then I fed the cats. Biscuit was in my computer chair and I figured it was a good way to move him. It was.
Everyone came and feasted on their cat food, then wandered off. Baby Girl curled up with Ron. It was funny, earlier he was petting her too much and she growled at him, but once he got sick she was glued to his side. She's a faithful little beast.
I watched a little TV and made plans with Ron. When I go to the dentist with Ron, I like to have some candy. But I don't have any candy and Ron has an appointment on Monday. So, we are making a short trip to Walmart tomorrow, but not too long.
I need to talk to my bank. My charity debits have my old card number, and they are going through. But the bank gave me a new number. Do both cards work? Or will the new one supersede the old one, once I officially use it? I need to know.
I will probably look like an idiot, but that's OK. I just want to make sure everyone gets paid. I gave Cricket my new number so I need to know that will work in a couple of days.
I don't want to go back to the store and fix it again.
I didn't sleep well last night, Ron fell down twice, at two different times, waking me up. He got himself back to bed. I don't dare help him if he falls when drunk because he gets violent. Then he falls again anyway.
So, I woke up exhausted. We went to the warehouse to buy a couple cases of bottled water. We got stuck there for an hour. Paratransit wants at least a one hour layover for each trip.
Our ride came to take us to work. Against the rules, she refused to let me sit in the front seat. The rules say I can sit in any empty seat I choose. But she was one of those "I don't let people sit in the front seat unless I like them", people.
I figured I didn't want to sit with her, either. I figured out why she didn't let me sit up front when she started texting. I don't know how she thought she would get away with it.
She also took "her" route and not the logical route, then pulled in front of the plant and stopped under the tree. We told her we go through the gate and get dropped by the front door.
"Well, the other guy didn't do that".
Do we look like the other guy? I was glad to get away from her.
She wasn't done yet, she made derogatory comments about the cat hair on our clothes and asked what animal it came from.
We told her we had cats and she scoffed at us.
But I bet she has a little dog.
Then she left.
We went in and got to work. First order of business, sales tax. We filled out the form, wrote the check, and mailed it. They should get it in a day or so. I stocked snacks, Ron stocked sodas. I got drinks for him on occasion. We were pretty busy. We didn't need more time than we had, though.
We went outside to find our ride already waiting for us. He was a nice guy. I like him. I think he is Salvadoran or Cuban. He took us to the bank and helped me get Ron in the wheelchair.
While at the bank, someone wished me a happy "420" day. I said "You, too!". I guess I look like a pot smoker. Maybe it was my red eyes from not being able to sleep.
We did our business and waited on Lou the cab driver. Lou took us to Burger King. I would have rather gone through the drive-through but Ron wanted to sit down in the restaurant. And he's paying. So Lou drove away.
"I hope you're still around when we're done" I said.
"Hopefully" he replied "I'll be halfway to Sugarland!" (Sugarland is very far away, probably a $100 trip).
We ate our food and called Lou. He already had another trip, but not quite Sugarland material. He suggested we call Yellow Cab.
We did that. The driver showed up in about 20 minutes, not too bad, and was a driver we already knew. Apparently, things are so tough in the cab business he is doing yardwork, too. He gave us a card.
I went in the house, put our burgers away, and took a nap. I was pretty tired. I slept OK and actually had some dreams.
I woke up around 4.
I did my God Time. While I was doing it, Ron threw up. "No more vodka for me today". I had to stifle my cheer. I babied him a little, but what he really wanted was a piece of bread. So, I gave it to him. He said it helped.
Happily, Ron made it to the toilet when he got sick so I didn't have anything to clean.
Then I fed the cats. Biscuit was in my computer chair and I figured it was a good way to move him. It was.
Everyone came and feasted on their cat food, then wandered off. Baby Girl curled up with Ron. It was funny, earlier he was petting her too much and she growled at him, but once he got sick she was glued to his side. She's a faithful little beast.
I watched a little TV and made plans with Ron. When I go to the dentist with Ron, I like to have some candy. But I don't have any candy and Ron has an appointment on Monday. So, we are making a short trip to Walmart tomorrow, but not too long.
I need to talk to my bank. My charity debits have my old card number, and they are going through. But the bank gave me a new number. Do both cards work? Or will the new one supersede the old one, once I officially use it? I need to know.
I will probably look like an idiot, but that's OK. I just want to make sure everyone gets paid. I gave Cricket my new number so I need to know that will work in a couple of days.
I don't want to go back to the store and fix it again.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Tooth #4
This morning, before we left, Ron was lecturing me about my weight and playing his diet book aloud. I'm supposed to eat a primarily vegetarian diet, with lots of vegetables and starch.
I don't think so. I tried eating that way in California for a while. 1. I was hungry all the time and 2. I got fatter.
I tried to tell Ron it wouldn't work but he saw it as me "not trying". Lecturing me about my weight is not the way to go. Tell me you're worried about my health. ASK what you can do to help. Offer to fix me a meal once in a while. Help me eat a bag of salad mix. Don't force me to listen to your talking diet book.
So, after all that, we went to the dentist. We had to wait over an hour because, I guess, they were overbooked. He finally got to us. He's a nice man.
I gave him his treat and left him alone with Ron, and ran to my bank to make my deposit. I have to make sure my health extortion, I mean insurance, goes through. I also wanted to buy a few things.
When I got to Walmart, I only got a couple of things, some queso chips (I am addicted to them, but, see, that's a thing Ron could do, encourage me to eat a bag of pork rinds instead), a bottle of shampoo (I bought the wrong stuff), and a bottle of that laundry sanitizer. I figured that would be a good thing to have in the house with Ron around.
Then I went back to the dentist. They were finishing up - they had reglued the crown into place. Ron said one tooth was "wiggling". Apparently that tooth will have to go. Interestingly enough, I also had that tooth pulled 30 years ago to make room for braces. I don't know about the third tooth, the one Ron said was chipped. We will see about that.
We paid up, $36, and went to Walmart. I pushed him in the wheelchair. Ron made appreciative comments about me helping him.
When we got there, we bought Ron a deli plate (since it was just gluing the crown, they didn't have to numb him, and he could eat). He ate a little of it while we waited on the cab to go home.
We got home around 1:30. I took a nap for a couple of hours.
I did my God Time this morning so that was done. I watched some TV, checked the mail, talked to Ron.
I need to clean the litterbox and feed my little beasts, not in that order. Biscuit is lying on the floor by my chair, patiently waiting for dinner.
I'm glad he trusts me to feed him. I always will.
I don't think so. I tried eating that way in California for a while. 1. I was hungry all the time and 2. I got fatter.
I tried to tell Ron it wouldn't work but he saw it as me "not trying". Lecturing me about my weight is not the way to go. Tell me you're worried about my health. ASK what you can do to help. Offer to fix me a meal once in a while. Help me eat a bag of salad mix. Don't force me to listen to your talking diet book.
So, after all that, we went to the dentist. We had to wait over an hour because, I guess, they were overbooked. He finally got to us. He's a nice man.
I gave him his treat and left him alone with Ron, and ran to my bank to make my deposit. I have to make sure my health extortion, I mean insurance, goes through. I also wanted to buy a few things.
When I got to Walmart, I only got a couple of things, some queso chips (I am addicted to them, but, see, that's a thing Ron could do, encourage me to eat a bag of pork rinds instead), a bottle of shampoo (I bought the wrong stuff), and a bottle of that laundry sanitizer. I figured that would be a good thing to have in the house with Ron around.
Then I went back to the dentist. They were finishing up - they had reglued the crown into place. Ron said one tooth was "wiggling". Apparently that tooth will have to go. Interestingly enough, I also had that tooth pulled 30 years ago to make room for braces. I don't know about the third tooth, the one Ron said was chipped. We will see about that.
We paid up, $36, and went to Walmart. I pushed him in the wheelchair. Ron made appreciative comments about me helping him.
When we got there, we bought Ron a deli plate (since it was just gluing the crown, they didn't have to numb him, and he could eat). He ate a little of it while we waited on the cab to go home.
We got home around 1:30. I took a nap for a couple of hours.
I did my God Time this morning so that was done. I watched some TV, checked the mail, talked to Ron.
I need to clean the litterbox and feed my little beasts, not in that order. Biscuit is lying on the floor by my chair, patiently waiting for dinner.
I'm glad he trusts me to feed him. I always will.
Making the habit is the hardest part
Sorry I didn't do a post yesterday, by the time I thought to do it, it was time for bed.
I got up at 7:20 and went to Walmart yesterday, did some shopping, came home. I didn't make my bank deposit because my brain froze and I couldn't remember the account number.
We came home, I put my stuff away, and I took a nap. I got a pretty good nap. It was raining all yesterday morning but not very heavy. The rain stopped during my nap.
I got up, I had already done my God Time, and watched a little TV. I had eaten something at Walmart and taken my pills.
While at Walmart, I found some Reese's PB eggs on clearance from Easter (what does a peanut butter egg have to do with Jesus?). I ate a couple, which are probably directly responsible for my headache today. I remember thinking they would have been better chilled. Maybe I will put the survivors into the fridge and eat one at a time.
We are going to the dentist today, so I decided to go to bed early. I went to bed around 7 PM. It's a good thing I did, Ron got drunk and woke me up several times, one time when he was coughing. He likes to hold the alcohol in his mouth.
There's a story on that. Years ago (about 20), Ron wanted me to read to him how alcohol is metabolized. He heard most of it is absorbed through the mouth. So, now, he holds it in his mouth for a minute or two before he swallows it. I am certain this practice has led to some of his dental problems.
I slept pretty well, had some odd dreams, but woke up before the alarm. I have as much energy as I ever do, especially after my Mountain Dew (I drink a Diet Dew every morning). I brushed my teeth with my new toothpaste (restores enamel and kills gingivitis). It was pretty good. I waited a while before I drank my Mountain Dew, though.
Ron was not interested in toothpaste, toothbrushes, brushing his teeth in any form, etc. He only showed a passing interest in mouthwash, which waned when I told him I thought "Peppermint" was really "Cool Mint" flavor.
I guess he will use my mouthwash this morning, the one I use after I get sick (ha ha). I always rinse my mouth with that after I get sick, but I don't usually use mouthwash. I did buy some Total Mouthwash so I can keep killing those gingivitis germs while I sleep, but I forgot to use it last night.
I think making the habit is the hardest part. This morning, I had pain on my upper right gumline. I don't know if it is the headache or actual gingivitis pain. Whatever it is, I took some aspirin and that helped.
If it was a headache, the Mountain Dew will help too.
Worst case, if it is gingivitis issues, a good $100 scraping (I have a discount plan) will take care of that. It is miserable during the procedure but I'm always happy to have it done. I couldn't do it today, though, because I took the aspirin.
I tend to bleed a lot, anyway, during the scraping.
So, I need to get out of my chair, go take my shower, get dressed, do what I can of my God time, and get Ron ready for the dentist. He is taking a cab both ways.
I would have taken paratransit to go, but he didn't want to do that. He said we would get there early. How is that a bad thing?
I have some treats for the office people, and the dentist, hanging on the back of Ron's wheelchair. They always like the treats.
Ironic brining sugar snacks to the dentist. Well, not the dentist, he's diabetic, but peanut butter cheese crackers.
At any rate, I need to go. I will keep you posted on what was done and how much it cost.
Ouch. I'm already clenching up in anticipation.
I got up at 7:20 and went to Walmart yesterday, did some shopping, came home. I didn't make my bank deposit because my brain froze and I couldn't remember the account number.
We came home, I put my stuff away, and I took a nap. I got a pretty good nap. It was raining all yesterday morning but not very heavy. The rain stopped during my nap.
I got up, I had already done my God Time, and watched a little TV. I had eaten something at Walmart and taken my pills.
While at Walmart, I found some Reese's PB eggs on clearance from Easter (what does a peanut butter egg have to do with Jesus?). I ate a couple, which are probably directly responsible for my headache today. I remember thinking they would have been better chilled. Maybe I will put the survivors into the fridge and eat one at a time.
We are going to the dentist today, so I decided to go to bed early. I went to bed around 7 PM. It's a good thing I did, Ron got drunk and woke me up several times, one time when he was coughing. He likes to hold the alcohol in his mouth.
There's a story on that. Years ago (about 20), Ron wanted me to read to him how alcohol is metabolized. He heard most of it is absorbed through the mouth. So, now, he holds it in his mouth for a minute or two before he swallows it. I am certain this practice has led to some of his dental problems.
I slept pretty well, had some odd dreams, but woke up before the alarm. I have as much energy as I ever do, especially after my Mountain Dew (I drink a Diet Dew every morning). I brushed my teeth with my new toothpaste (restores enamel and kills gingivitis). It was pretty good. I waited a while before I drank my Mountain Dew, though.
Ron was not interested in toothpaste, toothbrushes, brushing his teeth in any form, etc. He only showed a passing interest in mouthwash, which waned when I told him I thought "Peppermint" was really "Cool Mint" flavor.
I guess he will use my mouthwash this morning, the one I use after I get sick (ha ha). I always rinse my mouth with that after I get sick, but I don't usually use mouthwash. I did buy some Total Mouthwash so I can keep killing those gingivitis germs while I sleep, but I forgot to use it last night.
I think making the habit is the hardest part. This morning, I had pain on my upper right gumline. I don't know if it is the headache or actual gingivitis pain. Whatever it is, I took some aspirin and that helped.
If it was a headache, the Mountain Dew will help too.
Worst case, if it is gingivitis issues, a good $100 scraping (I have a discount plan) will take care of that. It is miserable during the procedure but I'm always happy to have it done. I couldn't do it today, though, because I took the aspirin.
I tend to bleed a lot, anyway, during the scraping.
So, I need to get out of my chair, go take my shower, get dressed, do what I can of my God time, and get Ron ready for the dentist. He is taking a cab both ways.
I would have taken paratransit to go, but he didn't want to do that. He said we would get there early. How is that a bad thing?
I have some treats for the office people, and the dentist, hanging on the back of Ron's wheelchair. They always like the treats.
Ironic brining sugar snacks to the dentist. Well, not the dentist, he's diabetic, but peanut butter cheese crackers.
At any rate, I need to go. I will keep you posted on what was done and how much it cost.
Ouch. I'm already clenching up in anticipation.
Monday, April 17, 2017
Coldafter
I got up at 4 AM today, but I had a problem. The problem weighed about 14 pounds, gray and white, very cute and rumbly. He was laying on my legs. I reset the alarm and did my God Time later.
After I had a good cuddle with Biscuit, I got up, fed him, and brushed my teeth. I did my usual morning routine, glad I had shaved my legs yesterday.
I got dressed, wearing one of my performance shirts. I figured if it was going to rain, I might as well be prepared for it. It didn't rain until about 6 PM.
We went to work, and started stocking. For a change, I "let" Ron have the big cart (the two smaller carts are loaded with inventory) so he could stock the bottled vendor. It meant I had to wait on stocking "my" snacks, but it wasn't bad overall. We needed 4 cases of water.
One customer came up while Ron was stocking and asked if the water was cold. We told him it was all cold. In fact, I told him, sometimes people want a warm water and I can't provide one. Oh, OK. He bought a bottle.
We get that a lot, people asking if the cold drinks, are, in fact, cold. On our end of things, they are, unless we have a problem with one of the compressors. They keep everything cold, if they go out there's nothing we can do until it's repaired.
When we got our new soda machine (canned soda, we call it Soda 1), the compressor was so quiet I didn't think it was working, but it does. In fact, it was rebuilt right before the sent it to us.
Now, rarely, we will run out of cold sodas in the canned vendors. Normally, we stock warm soda on top of the cold ones. Generally speaking, we have enough cold ones to keep the customers happy until the compressor chills all of them down to 38 degrees or so (F). Rarely, we will run out of those cold sodas and we have to make a note, letting them know the drink will be "cold after" such and such a time.
Ron calls them "coldafters". He hates making a "coldafter" and putting it on a machine. Well, I make the sign, he just stocks them.
Anyway, we got them all stocked with out any cold after signs.
Then I went to work on "my" departments. I stocked all the snacks just as our deliveryman called for sandwiches.
How did we get deliveries without cell phones? I ran out and got the delivery, then stocked it into the cold food vending machine.
We finished up and left, then came home. Our ride arrived quickly and had a lot of fun joking around with Ron.
I took a nap when we got home, it was quiet. I had a pretty good nap and woke up on my own.
I was still tired, though. I'm always tired unless I am manic.
I was typing so hard my calendar fell over. I have a "cat of the day" calendar my adoptive Mom got me.
I cleaned the litter box, etc. and I'm done for the day. I am dying for some peanuts, though. I don't have any salty snacks around.
Just now, I hit a blank spot in my writing and sat in my chair, wondering how many other bloggers are hitting dead spots in their writing, staring blankly at their monitors.
I am on a couple of message boards. I was on one complaining about how Ron doesn't take care of his teeth and I got some interesting responses. Ron, by the way, has a dental appointment on Wednesday.
Hopefully it will just be an uneventful gluing the crown back into place.
Biscuit was a little sneezy earlier but he doesn't have any discharge or congestion. I'm hoping it's just allergies. Maybe he's allergic to me.
God knows I'm allergic to him.
After I had a good cuddle with Biscuit, I got up, fed him, and brushed my teeth. I did my usual morning routine, glad I had shaved my legs yesterday.
I got dressed, wearing one of my performance shirts. I figured if it was going to rain, I might as well be prepared for it. It didn't rain until about 6 PM.
We went to work, and started stocking. For a change, I "let" Ron have the big cart (the two smaller carts are loaded with inventory) so he could stock the bottled vendor. It meant I had to wait on stocking "my" snacks, but it wasn't bad overall. We needed 4 cases of water.
One customer came up while Ron was stocking and asked if the water was cold. We told him it was all cold. In fact, I told him, sometimes people want a warm water and I can't provide one. Oh, OK. He bought a bottle.
We get that a lot, people asking if the cold drinks, are, in fact, cold. On our end of things, they are, unless we have a problem with one of the compressors. They keep everything cold, if they go out there's nothing we can do until it's repaired.
When we got our new soda machine (canned soda, we call it Soda 1), the compressor was so quiet I didn't think it was working, but it does. In fact, it was rebuilt right before the sent it to us.
Now, rarely, we will run out of cold sodas in the canned vendors. Normally, we stock warm soda on top of the cold ones. Generally speaking, we have enough cold ones to keep the customers happy until the compressor chills all of them down to 38 degrees or so (F). Rarely, we will run out of those cold sodas and we have to make a note, letting them know the drink will be "cold after" such and such a time.
Ron calls them "coldafters". He hates making a "coldafter" and putting it on a machine. Well, I make the sign, he just stocks them.
Anyway, we got them all stocked with out any cold after signs.
Then I went to work on "my" departments. I stocked all the snacks just as our deliveryman called for sandwiches.
How did we get deliveries without cell phones? I ran out and got the delivery, then stocked it into the cold food vending machine.
We finished up and left, then came home. Our ride arrived quickly and had a lot of fun joking around with Ron.
I took a nap when we got home, it was quiet. I had a pretty good nap and woke up on my own.
I was still tired, though. I'm always tired unless I am manic.
I was typing so hard my calendar fell over. I have a "cat of the day" calendar my adoptive Mom got me.
I cleaned the litter box, etc. and I'm done for the day. I am dying for some peanuts, though. I don't have any salty snacks around.
Just now, I hit a blank spot in my writing and sat in my chair, wondering how many other bloggers are hitting dead spots in their writing, staring blankly at their monitors.
I am on a couple of message boards. I was on one complaining about how Ron doesn't take care of his teeth and I got some interesting responses. Ron, by the way, has a dental appointment on Wednesday.
Hopefully it will just be an uneventful gluing the crown back into place.
Biscuit was a little sneezy earlier but he doesn't have any discharge or congestion. I'm hoping it's just allergies. Maybe he's allergic to me.
God knows I'm allergic to him.
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Happy Easter!
I had a pretty quiet day today.
I woke up around 8, ate my breakfast, and got the computer ready for the morning broadcast (sermon). Ron had said he wanted to "watch" it.
He decided he didn't. Instead he was busy pitying my hormones because he is reading a book about the hormone diet. He was so cute "If you're not allowed to eat meat, what are you supposed to eat?"
I watched the sermon and did some internetting at the same time. It's a good thing I'm already forgiven because I'm sure some would think I would burn in hell for that.
I took my shower, then did my God Time. I watched a little TV and took a nap.
Surprisingly, it was quiet. I slept pretty well and woke up with a headache. I took some aspirin and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't.
I got online again and then called my Dad. He's coming to visit in a couple of weeks. It should be a lot of fun.
I am glad Dad is feeling better than he did last year, when he had pneumonia. That was scary.
I ate, watched a little TV, and will now go to bed.
It's supposed to rain tomorrow. We'll see. It should be interesting.
I woke up around 8, ate my breakfast, and got the computer ready for the morning broadcast (sermon). Ron had said he wanted to "watch" it.
He decided he didn't. Instead he was busy pitying my hormones because he is reading a book about the hormone diet. He was so cute "If you're not allowed to eat meat, what are you supposed to eat?"
I watched the sermon and did some internetting at the same time. It's a good thing I'm already forgiven because I'm sure some would think I would burn in hell for that.
I took my shower, then did my God Time. I watched a little TV and took a nap.
Surprisingly, it was quiet. I slept pretty well and woke up with a headache. I took some aspirin and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't.
I got online again and then called my Dad. He's coming to visit in a couple of weeks. It should be a lot of fun.
I am glad Dad is feeling better than he did last year, when he had pneumonia. That was scary.
I ate, watched a little TV, and will now go to bed.
It's supposed to rain tomorrow. We'll see. It should be interesting.
Saturday, April 15, 2017
That easy job
Tired.
I got up at 4 AM, did my usual morning routine. We went to the warehouse. Ron bought so many cases of bottled drinks I didn't really have room for snacks. I bought what I could, though.
I was happy to see they had donut sticks, especially when I saw they already had sell by dates labeled on the package. That saves me the trouble of making a label for them, and they're good long codes, over a month to sell them.
They will sell a lot faster than that.
I also got honeybuns. Texans eat a lot of honeybuns, let me tell you. They seem to like the brand I sell (Freshley's), and I've eaten them myself. They are good and what I would call a good value, at $1.
I checked out and bought myself a soda. I drank it (diet decaf) while we waited on Jack. I had to use the bathroom so I did that. It looked cleaner than normal. I guess the new manager is making sure it stays good looking.
On the way back, I saw the Tylenol that Ron has been looking for. I decided to buy it (he paid me back) because he does have arthritis pain. I did resolve to read him the liver damage warning before giving it to him, and I did. Ron told me he only has one dose a day, most days. He also told me many days he doesn't take any at all. That made me feel better. I don't know if he was telling the truth but he doesn't make a habit of lying to me about these things.
I stuck the Tylenol in my fanny pack and we left. Jack came and we barely loaded the truck. It was pretty crowded. We can't do that again!
The cart attendant didn't help us, but that's $5 he didn't get, too.
We went to work and got everything unloaded and put away. Ron likes to drag the folding handcart (mag-liner), down the hall to the fridge and then load all the waters into the fridge. It looks tragic, though, Ron, sitting in his wheelchair, dragging the cart behind him as he goes down the hall. But he does it.
I left him to it and got my carts put up. I had to move one of those "non slip safety" mats in a doorway, because it was hanging up the cart. The safety mats are only good for tripping, I can't tell you how many times I have tripped over the cursed things. Happily I didn't fall, just tripped.
I would hate to fill out that paperwork.
I didn't need to do much stocking, mainly just put in the new things I had just bought. The store had the crackers, praise God. Texans like a lot of peanut butter cheese crackers, let me tell you. I got those stocked, and the other things. Ron didn't need to do the bottled vendor and didn't have much to do for canned sodas, either. He decided to run change.
My repair has "stuck" and God gets the credit on that. Ron was able to run (sort by denomination) the change and separate out the quarters. We put quarters into the bill changer.
Pretty soon, we were done. We went outside and our ride was already there. We went looking for the next client.
Say, we are on "Smith" road. Smith Street runs parallel, about 2 miles south. We were given an address on Smith road, but it was actually Smith Street. We figured that out and went to pick her up.
Then we had to listen to the, oh, I've heard it, so many times before: "I want that easy post office job" from the driver and the client.
They see blind Ron sitting in his wheelchair and think, if he can work there, so can I. They don't understand they cannot perform the essential functions of the job, and will not qualify. I can't tell them this because they think I'm a bigot and trying to "hide all the good jobs" from them, but it's frustrating being grilled on how to get that "easy post office job". There is no such thing as an easy post office job. Everyone I know in the service works their butt off.
Not to mention, the paratransit drivers make $38 an hour. Things get taken out of it, like their lease and all, but they are probably making at least $25 an hour solid, 12 hours a day, as many days as they want to work.
Why would you want to give that up for a part-time, $15 an hour job with no permanent status? They don't get it.
It's very frustrating for me. Maybe I should just go ahead and tell them how to apply (www.usps.gov/jobs) but how hard is it to look on your own? Besides, I wouldn't want them getting on board and then acting like they own us because they used to drive us around. One or two drivers has done that. Or having them come and whine to me because "it's hard".
One guy quit at work during the holidays. "Because they made me work". That was all over the plant in a matter of hours. [snort]
What did you think they would make you do?
We got home and I took a nap. I was pretty tired. I got up around 3 and we had planned to go to the "closer" BBQ restaurant near our home. I didn't want the long ride and all the drama this time.
However, they made our pickup time 20 minutes later, and our ride home 20 minute earlier. They can do that. Then the driver was very late picking us up so we only had about 15 minutes.
She then proceeded to take the most inefficient, illogical route, trying, I think, to provoke us into losing our tempers and "ruining" date night. We didn't let her do it. But Ron didn't offer to buy her any food, either.
We went in and got out food to-go. The line service was very inefficient and not at all like the place we normally go.
I got carrot cake. The piece was small and they put pineapple in it, I think. It didn't agree, I got queasy after eating it. I had to wait until I got home to drink some milk and take my medication. If I had taken my medication then I would have gotten sick.
Also, my to-go drink was mostly ice, with very little soda. I understand keeping food costs down but that was beyond cheap.
I don't think I will ever go back.
Ron and I did have a good time talking. About the time we were thinking about leaving, I saw a paratransit cab in the parking lot. We went out, she was early.
Ron timed the ride home, it only took 9 minutes. It just goes to show some drivers can be efficient. The driver to go home was a lot nicer and not into playing head games. She even asked about the cats. I was happy. I told her a little about Biscuit and left it alone.
I know most of my drivers loathe cats. Sometimes, if a driver is playing head games and trying to get us annoyed, I will start talking about the cats just to annoy the driver. It always makes me happy to turn the game on them.
We got home and came inside. I gave Ron his Tylenol, after reading him the warning, and he told me he doesn't take that much anyway. I hope he's right. I worry about his liver.
Then I told him his wine box says it has 34, five ounce, servings. He scoffed at that. Sigh. Later on I heard him texting Chuck to bring him more Vodka (Ron has a "talker" on his cell phone). He has behaved himself lately, though.
Ron went to bed, I watched some Hobbit movies.
Ron did mention he wants to watch the Easter service tomorrow on the computer. We can do that.
I'll have to get up early, but I'll do it.
I got up at 4 AM, did my usual morning routine. We went to the warehouse. Ron bought so many cases of bottled drinks I didn't really have room for snacks. I bought what I could, though.
I was happy to see they had donut sticks, especially when I saw they already had sell by dates labeled on the package. That saves me the trouble of making a label for them, and they're good long codes, over a month to sell them.
They will sell a lot faster than that.
I also got honeybuns. Texans eat a lot of honeybuns, let me tell you. They seem to like the brand I sell (Freshley's), and I've eaten them myself. They are good and what I would call a good value, at $1.
I checked out and bought myself a soda. I drank it (diet decaf) while we waited on Jack. I had to use the bathroom so I did that. It looked cleaner than normal. I guess the new manager is making sure it stays good looking.
On the way back, I saw the Tylenol that Ron has been looking for. I decided to buy it (he paid me back) because he does have arthritis pain. I did resolve to read him the liver damage warning before giving it to him, and I did. Ron told me he only has one dose a day, most days. He also told me many days he doesn't take any at all. That made me feel better. I don't know if he was telling the truth but he doesn't make a habit of lying to me about these things.
I stuck the Tylenol in my fanny pack and we left. Jack came and we barely loaded the truck. It was pretty crowded. We can't do that again!
The cart attendant didn't help us, but that's $5 he didn't get, too.
We went to work and got everything unloaded and put away. Ron likes to drag the folding handcart (mag-liner), down the hall to the fridge and then load all the waters into the fridge. It looks tragic, though, Ron, sitting in his wheelchair, dragging the cart behind him as he goes down the hall. But he does it.
I left him to it and got my carts put up. I had to move one of those "non slip safety" mats in a doorway, because it was hanging up the cart. The safety mats are only good for tripping, I can't tell you how many times I have tripped over the cursed things. Happily I didn't fall, just tripped.
I would hate to fill out that paperwork.
I didn't need to do much stocking, mainly just put in the new things I had just bought. The store had the crackers, praise God. Texans like a lot of peanut butter cheese crackers, let me tell you. I got those stocked, and the other things. Ron didn't need to do the bottled vendor and didn't have much to do for canned sodas, either. He decided to run change.
My repair has "stuck" and God gets the credit on that. Ron was able to run (sort by denomination) the change and separate out the quarters. We put quarters into the bill changer.
Pretty soon, we were done. We went outside and our ride was already there. We went looking for the next client.
Say, we are on "Smith" road. Smith Street runs parallel, about 2 miles south. We were given an address on Smith road, but it was actually Smith Street. We figured that out and went to pick her up.
Then we had to listen to the, oh, I've heard it, so many times before: "I want that easy post office job" from the driver and the client.
They see blind Ron sitting in his wheelchair and think, if he can work there, so can I. They don't understand they cannot perform the essential functions of the job, and will not qualify. I can't tell them this because they think I'm a bigot and trying to "hide all the good jobs" from them, but it's frustrating being grilled on how to get that "easy post office job". There is no such thing as an easy post office job. Everyone I know in the service works their butt off.
Not to mention, the paratransit drivers make $38 an hour. Things get taken out of it, like their lease and all, but they are probably making at least $25 an hour solid, 12 hours a day, as many days as they want to work.
Why would you want to give that up for a part-time, $15 an hour job with no permanent status? They don't get it.
It's very frustrating for me. Maybe I should just go ahead and tell them how to apply (www.usps.gov/jobs) but how hard is it to look on your own? Besides, I wouldn't want them getting on board and then acting like they own us because they used to drive us around. One or two drivers has done that. Or having them come and whine to me because "it's hard".
One guy quit at work during the holidays. "Because they made me work". That was all over the plant in a matter of hours. [snort]
What did you think they would make you do?
We got home and I took a nap. I was pretty tired. I got up around 3 and we had planned to go to the "closer" BBQ restaurant near our home. I didn't want the long ride and all the drama this time.
However, they made our pickup time 20 minutes later, and our ride home 20 minute earlier. They can do that. Then the driver was very late picking us up so we only had about 15 minutes.
She then proceeded to take the most inefficient, illogical route, trying, I think, to provoke us into losing our tempers and "ruining" date night. We didn't let her do it. But Ron didn't offer to buy her any food, either.
We went in and got out food to-go. The line service was very inefficient and not at all like the place we normally go.
I got carrot cake. The piece was small and they put pineapple in it, I think. It didn't agree, I got queasy after eating it. I had to wait until I got home to drink some milk and take my medication. If I had taken my medication then I would have gotten sick.
Also, my to-go drink was mostly ice, with very little soda. I understand keeping food costs down but that was beyond cheap.
I don't think I will ever go back.
Ron and I did have a good time talking. About the time we were thinking about leaving, I saw a paratransit cab in the parking lot. We went out, she was early.
Ron timed the ride home, it only took 9 minutes. It just goes to show some drivers can be efficient. The driver to go home was a lot nicer and not into playing head games. She even asked about the cats. I was happy. I told her a little about Biscuit and left it alone.
I know most of my drivers loathe cats. Sometimes, if a driver is playing head games and trying to get us annoyed, I will start talking about the cats just to annoy the driver. It always makes me happy to turn the game on them.
We got home and came inside. I gave Ron his Tylenol, after reading him the warning, and he told me he doesn't take that much anyway. I hope he's right. I worry about his liver.
Then I told him his wine box says it has 34, five ounce, servings. He scoffed at that. Sigh. Later on I heard him texting Chuck to bring him more Vodka (Ron has a "talker" on his cell phone). He has behaved himself lately, though.
Ron went to bed, I watched some Hobbit movies.
Ron did mention he wants to watch the Easter service tomorrow on the computer. We can do that.
I'll have to get up early, but I'll do it.
Friday, April 14, 2017
Torbie colored outfits
I got up at 2 AM. Well, the alarm went off at 2, and I stayed in bed until 2:30.
I got up and took my shower. In the middle of my shower, Ron told me the ride was coming early, and I had 15 minutes. I hurried up and made my exit.
I put my wet hair back in a ponytail and wore my black capris with a black t-shirt. I tend to wear a lot of black when I'm depressed. In fact, you can pretty much tell my mood by my clothes: neutral = depressed. Bright colors = normal or manic.
We were ready on time and left for work. We got there in a timely manner and got to work. Snacks needed a fair amount of work, which I did. Ron worked on canned sodas. We got our soda delivery, it was our favorite guy.
While getting him a sandwich, I realized the food machine had a coin jam. I slammed the door and coins started falling on the ground. Someone came and helped. I didn't have the heart to tell him to wait, because once I opened the mechanism, we were going to see a lot more quarters on the floor.
The mechanism has 2 doors, an outer door, and an inner door. You just unlatch the door and access the first layer. If it's not in there, but deeper, you open the inner door. That gets you deep level access. Today, I only needed to open the outer door. I didn't see any funny-looking coins so I don't know what it was. At any rate, it's fixed and they will have food this weekend.
I'm glad I opened the machine. I want everything to work.
After the deliveryman left, my work was done. I had helped Ron, I had done my stocking. So I took the money out of the machines and counted it in the stockroom. I counted it all and told Ron the total, then I put it in the hidey-hole. I won't tell you what that is. I don't want to get robbed one day.
Ron and I disagree on that. I am always careful with money in public. Ron, less so. He mocks me but I told him, I've had someone put their hands on me trying to take my money. Something like that changes you. No one has ever tried to take your stuff by force. He agreed. But he still does it. Drives me nuts!
After work, we went to the bank. Ron was holding a large jar of dimes because he decided, at the last minute, to take it with us. Normally I bring a bag to hide the money because people get weird. Sure enough, our driver got weird enough to make Ron very uncomfortable. I kept "reminding" Ron that was just part of our sales tax, it wasn't "our" spending money. All true. The driver calmed down a little after that.
I think Ron is starting to get what I mean, now.
We went to the bank and did our coin dump, etc. We caught a cab home.
I took a nap. Ron decided to eat trail mix. While doing so, he broke a tooth. Great.
I was pretty angry at him for a while (I didn't point it at him, though) because he doesn't take care of his teeth. He says things like "It's too late" and "I don't want to". So his teeth get worse and we end up paying for a root canal every year or so.
I'm not perfect, don't mistake me, I only brush my teeth once a day. I don't use mouthwash and a lot of times I don't floss, either. But I brush every day, with germ-killing toothpaste.
I just wish he would do the same. If I felt like he was doing something, I wouldn't get so angry and frustrated when he does need dental work.
My Dad, for instance, always had terrible gums. But he used a water pik, flossed, brushed. When he ended up losing a molar to gum disease, he knew he had done everything he could. I would like to be my Dad in that regard.
I do have gum trouble, on occasion, which I've mentioned.
At any rate, I had a good nap (until I heard about the dental trouble) and got up before my alarm. We were going out to dinner at the taqueria.
One day, I will learn. The place is not the same when the boss is gone. The waitress spoke no English. I mean, none.
I ordered shrimp tacos and a diet coke. I got the drink, but ended up with fajita tacos. I ate them anyway, I can probably use the iron anyway.
Ron ordered a couple of crispy tacos and got what he wanted, but didn't realize they were going to put a lime in his beer. Ron hates lime in his beer. That is the slowest I have ever seen him imbibe an alcoholic beverage, ever. He even drank the ginger brandy faster than that.
And he hated the ginger brandy.
I watched telenovelas with the volume off, oddly dressed young women overacting in their little dramas. It was oddly relaxing.
Someone put money in the jukebox, and one guy did a Spanish cover of "It never rains in Sunny California". Ron sang along with it, in English. The jukebox guy looked rather pained. He left right after.
Our driver apparently couldn't find us, even though we were sitting out front, and it was the only Mexican restaurant in the strip mall. The strip has about 10 businesses. The guy took 5 minutes driving around, "finding" us.
Then, when we got in, all he wanted to do was talk about Trump, praising the man to the skies. I wanted to remind him everyone uses the toilet, but I didn't. I just nodded now and then.
I was so happy we were a straight trip, and got home in a couple of minutes.
The cats are all good. Torbie got on me during my God Time (before we went to the taqueria), and got hair all over my black outfit. She's a torbie, which means she is black, orange, brown, and white. She is bound to show up on whatever I'm wearing.
I wish I could wear Torbie-colored outfits.
Biscuit threw up this morning right before I was supposed to feed him, so I waited on feeding them until we got home. I wanted to give his stomach time to settle. When I finish this, I'll feed him again.
Torbie is less "thick" than she used to be, and Baby Girl's belly doesn't seem to hang as low as it used to. Biscuit still looks about the same weight but maybe I will get a nice surprise in June when I take them all for their checkup.
Baby Girl is her sweet self. I don't know if I mentioned it, but she's letting me rub her tummy again. The girls got into a fight today, I don't know about what, but it was pretty loud. Hopefully that will resolve without any more drama.
Maybe I need to play with them, more.
I got up and took my shower. In the middle of my shower, Ron told me the ride was coming early, and I had 15 minutes. I hurried up and made my exit.
I put my wet hair back in a ponytail and wore my black capris with a black t-shirt. I tend to wear a lot of black when I'm depressed. In fact, you can pretty much tell my mood by my clothes: neutral = depressed. Bright colors = normal or manic.
We were ready on time and left for work. We got there in a timely manner and got to work. Snacks needed a fair amount of work, which I did. Ron worked on canned sodas. We got our soda delivery, it was our favorite guy.
While getting him a sandwich, I realized the food machine had a coin jam. I slammed the door and coins started falling on the ground. Someone came and helped. I didn't have the heart to tell him to wait, because once I opened the mechanism, we were going to see a lot more quarters on the floor.
The mechanism has 2 doors, an outer door, and an inner door. You just unlatch the door and access the first layer. If it's not in there, but deeper, you open the inner door. That gets you deep level access. Today, I only needed to open the outer door. I didn't see any funny-looking coins so I don't know what it was. At any rate, it's fixed and they will have food this weekend.
I'm glad I opened the machine. I want everything to work.
After the deliveryman left, my work was done. I had helped Ron, I had done my stocking. So I took the money out of the machines and counted it in the stockroom. I counted it all and told Ron the total, then I put it in the hidey-hole. I won't tell you what that is. I don't want to get robbed one day.
Ron and I disagree on that. I am always careful with money in public. Ron, less so. He mocks me but I told him, I've had someone put their hands on me trying to take my money. Something like that changes you. No one has ever tried to take your stuff by force. He agreed. But he still does it. Drives me nuts!
After work, we went to the bank. Ron was holding a large jar of dimes because he decided, at the last minute, to take it with us. Normally I bring a bag to hide the money because people get weird. Sure enough, our driver got weird enough to make Ron very uncomfortable. I kept "reminding" Ron that was just part of our sales tax, it wasn't "our" spending money. All true. The driver calmed down a little after that.
I think Ron is starting to get what I mean, now.
We went to the bank and did our coin dump, etc. We caught a cab home.
I took a nap. Ron decided to eat trail mix. While doing so, he broke a tooth. Great.
I was pretty angry at him for a while (I didn't point it at him, though) because he doesn't take care of his teeth. He says things like "It's too late" and "I don't want to". So his teeth get worse and we end up paying for a root canal every year or so.
I'm not perfect, don't mistake me, I only brush my teeth once a day. I don't use mouthwash and a lot of times I don't floss, either. But I brush every day, with germ-killing toothpaste.
I just wish he would do the same. If I felt like he was doing something, I wouldn't get so angry and frustrated when he does need dental work.
My Dad, for instance, always had terrible gums. But he used a water pik, flossed, brushed. When he ended up losing a molar to gum disease, he knew he had done everything he could. I would like to be my Dad in that regard.
I do have gum trouble, on occasion, which I've mentioned.
At any rate, I had a good nap (until I heard about the dental trouble) and got up before my alarm. We were going out to dinner at the taqueria.
One day, I will learn. The place is not the same when the boss is gone. The waitress spoke no English. I mean, none.
I ordered shrimp tacos and a diet coke. I got the drink, but ended up with fajita tacos. I ate them anyway, I can probably use the iron anyway.
Ron ordered a couple of crispy tacos and got what he wanted, but didn't realize they were going to put a lime in his beer. Ron hates lime in his beer. That is the slowest I have ever seen him imbibe an alcoholic beverage, ever. He even drank the ginger brandy faster than that.
And he hated the ginger brandy.
I watched telenovelas with the volume off, oddly dressed young women overacting in their little dramas. It was oddly relaxing.
Someone put money in the jukebox, and one guy did a Spanish cover of "It never rains in Sunny California". Ron sang along with it, in English. The jukebox guy looked rather pained. He left right after.
Our driver apparently couldn't find us, even though we were sitting out front, and it was the only Mexican restaurant in the strip mall. The strip has about 10 businesses. The guy took 5 minutes driving around, "finding" us.
Then, when we got in, all he wanted to do was talk about Trump, praising the man to the skies. I wanted to remind him everyone uses the toilet, but I didn't. I just nodded now and then.
I was so happy we were a straight trip, and got home in a couple of minutes.
The cats are all good. Torbie got on me during my God Time (before we went to the taqueria), and got hair all over my black outfit. She's a torbie, which means she is black, orange, brown, and white. She is bound to show up on whatever I'm wearing.
I wish I could wear Torbie-colored outfits.
Biscuit threw up this morning right before I was supposed to feed him, so I waited on feeding them until we got home. I wanted to give his stomach time to settle. When I finish this, I'll feed him again.
Torbie is less "thick" than she used to be, and Baby Girl's belly doesn't seem to hang as low as it used to. Biscuit still looks about the same weight but maybe I will get a nice surprise in June when I take them all for their checkup.
Baby Girl is her sweet self. I don't know if I mentioned it, but she's letting me rub her tummy again. The girls got into a fight today, I don't know about what, but it was pretty loud. Hopefully that will resolve without any more drama.
Maybe I need to play with them, more.
Thursday, April 13, 2017
2 days in one, again
Sorry I didn't post yesterday, but it was pretty quiet. We stayed home, I did 2 loads of laundry. I got a nap.
We went to walmart (not in that order), and I made my deposit.
Today I slept in until about 8, woke up with a headache. I fed Biscuit, then took some aspirin and went back to bed. Biscuit showed his appreciation by getting into bed with me after he had eaten his breakfast. He's a sweet boy.
We slept in for a little longer, until the aspirin kicked in.
I got up, finished the laundry (my new dryer takes forever to dry a load), took my shower, and did my God Time.
I got online for a little bit.
I took a nap and slept pretty restlessly. I got up and watched a little more TV.
Pretty depressed today, pretty bad headache. Ron is also pretty depressed.
I talked to Ron a little, and verified he had made the trips for tomorrow. We have to get up very early to get our soda delivery.
I hope to get to bed early tonight and sleep well. Between my period cramps (it's late, but it came) and my headache I am hoping to get some rest.
Tomorrow should be more interesting.
We went to walmart (not in that order), and I made my deposit.
Today I slept in until about 8, woke up with a headache. I fed Biscuit, then took some aspirin and went back to bed. Biscuit showed his appreciation by getting into bed with me after he had eaten his breakfast. He's a sweet boy.
We slept in for a little longer, until the aspirin kicked in.
I got up, finished the laundry (my new dryer takes forever to dry a load), took my shower, and did my God Time.
I got online for a little bit.
I took a nap and slept pretty restlessly. I got up and watched a little more TV.
Pretty depressed today, pretty bad headache. Ron is also pretty depressed.
I talked to Ron a little, and verified he had made the trips for tomorrow. We have to get up very early to get our soda delivery.
I hope to get to bed early tonight and sleep well. Between my period cramps (it's late, but it came) and my headache I am hoping to get some rest.
Tomorrow should be more interesting.
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Fixed it!
I forget how I slept last night, but I reset my alarm to give me a little more time in bed this morning. Biscuit climbed in with me and begged for his breakfast.
Every depressed person should have a cat like Biscuit, they'll get you up every day.
I took my pills and ate my protein bar, took my shower, etc. We were going to work a little later so we missed rush hour.
Interesting fact: #6's, six kids, are very noisy coming home from school, but very quiet going to school. They seldom wake me up. If I had to pick I'd have it that way.
The husband/father of #6 was walking around in the yard, front and back, and whistling, after I got up. I was glad it wasn't a day off because I would have been pissed that he woke me up.
People, on both sides! Don't realize! I can hear them! They talk, laugh, whistle, whatever, walking around right next to my house thinking they are invisible and unheard. They're not.
On the plus side, I do know whenever someone's in my yard.
We headed off to work. The driver was sweet, but lacked a lot of common sense. She was a good driver, though.
We got into work and I wrote the check to our program. They get a percentage of our profits every month. Then I went after the coin sorter.
I took it out of the stockroom and set in on a table. I opened the lid and examined it. Ron had already taken off a plastic cover. I set the cover on the table and got the toolbox. I have an assortment of pliers, picks, and screwdrivers in the box.
I couldn't find the jam at first, the middle part looked good, and the inlet. I finally discovered the problem near the outlet.
Last time I worked on the unit, I found a part that flipped up, allowing me access to the problem area. Today, near the problem, I found another metal tab with a spring on it. I poked at it, tentatively, and it came up. I was able to access the outlet now (I was a couple layers into the machine by now).
By outlet, I mean the area where the coins come out. I would never work on the electrical outlet.
I was able to poke and jab most of the coins out of the jam. There were a couple left so I got my trusty needle-nosed pliers and used them to extract the coins. Ha! Gotcha!
I double checked to make sure the path was clear. It was fine now. I told Ron I had fixed it. He was happy and made a joke about paying me $65 for the "service call" (the going rate charged by our vending machine repairman). I told him I'd take it in kisses.
God gets the credit, of course. I just went as led by Him.
I put the coin sorter away and stored the toolbox. I did snacks, didn't need much, and helped Ron with the bottled vendor.
He still has difficulty lifting a case of water off the cart and putting it onto his lap. So I help him with that. Praise God my back is fine so I help when I can.
I am always careful.
I had already mailed the check, so we didn't have to worry about it. Ron had already done sodas.
We were done, and we still had over 2 hours left until our pickup. Ron called to cancel the pickup, then called Chuck, who was out with a bad vertigo attack. He wouldn't be driving today, at all.
So much for our ride home. Ron called 2 other cab drivers, but they were all well out of town.
Well, crap. We called Yellow cab and explained we could fold the wheelchair into a trunk. That I would do it.
They put it out for bid. Basically, it comes up on someone's screen, showing the details of the trip (how many passengers, pickup and drop-off, total mileage), and asks if they want the trip.
Ron called a couple minutes later. The driver was coming. Good.
I was delighted to see it was actually a wheelchair cab, so he could secure the wheelchair in the back without having to fold it and all. The wheelchair weights 38 pounds, and it's a bit heavy for most. He was a nice guy, and a very careful driver. We got his number.
We got home right as it started raining. That was worth the cab fare, beating the rain. Speaking of beating, the rain beat down on the house like it had been insulted. It rained for hours. I took a nap, so did Ron.
I was so glad I had already taken out the garbage can. The sideyard turns into a mudbath when it rains.
When we both woke up we filed the online report (they want a profit and loss statement, in addition to the monthly check, and every quarter they want an inventory too). We did that. I did the inventory. I need to get a spreadsheet program, though. Not today, I have 3 months to get one set up and figure it out. I will have some pretty simple formulas. A times B = C. Add up all the C's to get D. Worst case I can buy a book.
I'm a very visual learner.
It kept raining. Ron started (or kept) drinking and went back to bed. He's been pretty quiet for the last week. I know he hates having blackouts, he thinks they degrade him, and he hates it when I complain.
I got ambitious for dinner and made some bean and cheese tacos. They were filling and I was able to take my medication with them.
Unfortunately, I was now out of medication in my pills-of-the-week counter so I had to "do up" 2 weeks of medication. I did that. Good thing I have a new appointment in 6 weeks or so. Some of my medication looked a little low, the lithium in particular.
I had a nice cuddle with Biscuit today when I got home. He cries at the door when he hears us, and greets us when we open the door. It's adorable. I picked him up and cuddled him for a few minutes, and he let me.
Most cats I've known have hated being held. Or they would tolerate it, but they didn't like it. Biscuit purrs so I assume he likes it.
When I pick up a cat, I put my left arm under their back legs, supporting them, and I pet them with my right hand. I hold them so they can get down whenever they want. If they struggle, I let them down. I don't want them to hate me.
Of course I got white cat hair all over my black t-shirt, but I wear it with pride. It's quiet, I'm going to go to bed early.
Have a good one.
Every depressed person should have a cat like Biscuit, they'll get you up every day.
I took my pills and ate my protein bar, took my shower, etc. We were going to work a little later so we missed rush hour.
Interesting fact: #6's, six kids, are very noisy coming home from school, but very quiet going to school. They seldom wake me up. If I had to pick I'd have it that way.
The husband/father of #6 was walking around in the yard, front and back, and whistling, after I got up. I was glad it wasn't a day off because I would have been pissed that he woke me up.
People, on both sides! Don't realize! I can hear them! They talk, laugh, whistle, whatever, walking around right next to my house thinking they are invisible and unheard. They're not.
On the plus side, I do know whenever someone's in my yard.
We headed off to work. The driver was sweet, but lacked a lot of common sense. She was a good driver, though.
We got into work and I wrote the check to our program. They get a percentage of our profits every month. Then I went after the coin sorter.
I took it out of the stockroom and set in on a table. I opened the lid and examined it. Ron had already taken off a plastic cover. I set the cover on the table and got the toolbox. I have an assortment of pliers, picks, and screwdrivers in the box.
I couldn't find the jam at first, the middle part looked good, and the inlet. I finally discovered the problem near the outlet.
Last time I worked on the unit, I found a part that flipped up, allowing me access to the problem area. Today, near the problem, I found another metal tab with a spring on it. I poked at it, tentatively, and it came up. I was able to access the outlet now (I was a couple layers into the machine by now).
By outlet, I mean the area where the coins come out. I would never work on the electrical outlet.
I was able to poke and jab most of the coins out of the jam. There were a couple left so I got my trusty needle-nosed pliers and used them to extract the coins. Ha! Gotcha!
I double checked to make sure the path was clear. It was fine now. I told Ron I had fixed it. He was happy and made a joke about paying me $65 for the "service call" (the going rate charged by our vending machine repairman). I told him I'd take it in kisses.
God gets the credit, of course. I just went as led by Him.
I put the coin sorter away and stored the toolbox. I did snacks, didn't need much, and helped Ron with the bottled vendor.
He still has difficulty lifting a case of water off the cart and putting it onto his lap. So I help him with that. Praise God my back is fine so I help when I can.
I am always careful.
I had already mailed the check, so we didn't have to worry about it. Ron had already done sodas.
We were done, and we still had over 2 hours left until our pickup. Ron called to cancel the pickup, then called Chuck, who was out with a bad vertigo attack. He wouldn't be driving today, at all.
So much for our ride home. Ron called 2 other cab drivers, but they were all well out of town.
Well, crap. We called Yellow cab and explained we could fold the wheelchair into a trunk. That I would do it.
They put it out for bid. Basically, it comes up on someone's screen, showing the details of the trip (how many passengers, pickup and drop-off, total mileage), and asks if they want the trip.
Ron called a couple minutes later. The driver was coming. Good.
I was delighted to see it was actually a wheelchair cab, so he could secure the wheelchair in the back without having to fold it and all. The wheelchair weights 38 pounds, and it's a bit heavy for most. He was a nice guy, and a very careful driver. We got his number.
We got home right as it started raining. That was worth the cab fare, beating the rain. Speaking of beating, the rain beat down on the house like it had been insulted. It rained for hours. I took a nap, so did Ron.
I was so glad I had already taken out the garbage can. The sideyard turns into a mudbath when it rains.
When we both woke up we filed the online report (they want a profit and loss statement, in addition to the monthly check, and every quarter they want an inventory too). We did that. I did the inventory. I need to get a spreadsheet program, though. Not today, I have 3 months to get one set up and figure it out. I will have some pretty simple formulas. A times B = C. Add up all the C's to get D. Worst case I can buy a book.
I'm a very visual learner.
It kept raining. Ron started (or kept) drinking and went back to bed. He's been pretty quiet for the last week. I know he hates having blackouts, he thinks they degrade him, and he hates it when I complain.
I got ambitious for dinner and made some bean and cheese tacos. They were filling and I was able to take my medication with them.
Unfortunately, I was now out of medication in my pills-of-the-week counter so I had to "do up" 2 weeks of medication. I did that. Good thing I have a new appointment in 6 weeks or so. Some of my medication looked a little low, the lithium in particular.
I had a nice cuddle with Biscuit today when I got home. He cries at the door when he hears us, and greets us when we open the door. It's adorable. I picked him up and cuddled him for a few minutes, and he let me.
Most cats I've known have hated being held. Or they would tolerate it, but they didn't like it. Biscuit purrs so I assume he likes it.
When I pick up a cat, I put my left arm under their back legs, supporting them, and I pet them with my right hand. I hold them so they can get down whenever they want. If they struggle, I let them down. I don't want them to hate me.
Of course I got white cat hair all over my black t-shirt, but I wear it with pride. It's quiet, I'm going to go to bed early.
Have a good one.
Monday, April 10, 2017
"It was raining by my house"
My internet has been really slow this afternoon. That's aggravating. I don't know if I have something on the computer or whether the ISP is just screwing up. Normally, it's not this bad, so I'm going to go with ISP.
At least I got my Bible study thread updated.
Last night Ron made a big production out of telling me he would be having a drink at 8, but he would be able to work tomorrow. That's like me saying I won't beat him up tomorrow.
He's SUPPOSED to be sober.
I'm SUPPOSED to keep my hands to myself (I would never hit Ron, because 1. It's wrong and 2. I'm not getting spousal abuse on my record and 3. I don't want to go to prison).
So. I woke up this morning, really tired. Torbie had slept with me, on and off. She's a good girl and I love her but I wish she'd sleep by my head instead of my knee-foot area.
Biscuit got on me when the alarm went off, he's always happy to wake me up. I fed them and did my usual morning routine.
Ron was sober, and awake. He got ready and we went to work. I didn't need to stock snacks, as we are going back tomorrow.
Ron did sodas and we waited on the sandwich delivery. He was very late, but so were we last week.
I went outside to get the delivery. I had to use the bathroom. I left the cart outside the ladies' room and peed. As I was washing my hands I heard the other vendor's wife asking if it was their cart. No, I replied. She was out in the hall and didn't hear me, I guess. She kept asking her guy if it was their cart and I finally yelled NO very loudly. Apparently she heard that because she left, and left my cart again.
If she had stopped to think, both her employees are men. Why would one of them leave a cart outside the ladies' room?
When I went outside to get the delivery I saw a manager letting a woman in through the security door. It was 8:40. He told her orientation had started at 8 AM, and asked her why she was late. "It was raining by my house". He couldn't believe it, and made her repeat it 3 times.
By that time I was through the door, I waited outside for a good 15 minutes before he arrived, and then I had to run back into work and stick them in the fridge. Nothing got stocked today, but we're coming in tomorrow.
Our ride was due in 10 minutes. There just wasn't any time.
On my way into the building, I saw a young girl coming out of the building. She looked like the girl who had been late for orientation. I couldn't help but notice her frilly sandals, in total violation of the dress code.
I don't think she was serious about a career.
I got Ron in his wheelchair and put my carts away. We left and caught our ride home. It was drizzling a little so we were happy to go.
It wasn't supposed to rain this week, I have a feeling it's going to be a washout. It's supposed to rain tomorrow and we have to work.
We came home and I helped Ron for a little bit with the accounting, then I took a nap. I didn't have any cats sleep with me this time.
I got up and tried to turn on my cable box, which wasn't working. I had to reboot it.
I had some trouble with my internet but it seems OK for now.
That's it for now.
At least I got my Bible study thread updated.
Last night Ron made a big production out of telling me he would be having a drink at 8, but he would be able to work tomorrow. That's like me saying I won't beat him up tomorrow.
He's SUPPOSED to be sober.
I'm SUPPOSED to keep my hands to myself (I would never hit Ron, because 1. It's wrong and 2. I'm not getting spousal abuse on my record and 3. I don't want to go to prison).
So. I woke up this morning, really tired. Torbie had slept with me, on and off. She's a good girl and I love her but I wish she'd sleep by my head instead of my knee-foot area.
Biscuit got on me when the alarm went off, he's always happy to wake me up. I fed them and did my usual morning routine.
Ron was sober, and awake. He got ready and we went to work. I didn't need to stock snacks, as we are going back tomorrow.
Ron did sodas and we waited on the sandwich delivery. He was very late, but so were we last week.
I went outside to get the delivery. I had to use the bathroom. I left the cart outside the ladies' room and peed. As I was washing my hands I heard the other vendor's wife asking if it was their cart. No, I replied. She was out in the hall and didn't hear me, I guess. She kept asking her guy if it was their cart and I finally yelled NO very loudly. Apparently she heard that because she left, and left my cart again.
If she had stopped to think, both her employees are men. Why would one of them leave a cart outside the ladies' room?
When I went outside to get the delivery I saw a manager letting a woman in through the security door. It was 8:40. He told her orientation had started at 8 AM, and asked her why she was late. "It was raining by my house". He couldn't believe it, and made her repeat it 3 times.
By that time I was through the door, I waited outside for a good 15 minutes before he arrived, and then I had to run back into work and stick them in the fridge. Nothing got stocked today, but we're coming in tomorrow.
Our ride was due in 10 minutes. There just wasn't any time.
On my way into the building, I saw a young girl coming out of the building. She looked like the girl who had been late for orientation. I couldn't help but notice her frilly sandals, in total violation of the dress code.
I don't think she was serious about a career.
I got Ron in his wheelchair and put my carts away. We left and caught our ride home. It was drizzling a little so we were happy to go.
It wasn't supposed to rain this week, I have a feeling it's going to be a washout. It's supposed to rain tomorrow and we have to work.
We came home and I helped Ron for a little bit with the accounting, then I took a nap. I didn't have any cats sleep with me this time.
I got up and tried to turn on my cable box, which wasn't working. I had to reboot it.
I had some trouble with my internet but it seems OK for now.
That's it for now.
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