If you are caring, you care.

I slept late, until about 8.  I did not do my God Time yet but I will before I go to bed. 

No headache until I drank some tea with aspartame and started thinking about caregiving/going to work.  Why does spell checker hate caregiving?   There's the headache, I took something for it. 

I took a shower and tried out my new razor for shaving my legs.  It worked pretty well, smooth legs, no bleeding.  I was a little fumbly with working it in the shower, though.  I assume that goes to lithium hands - tremor. 

I laid down for a while right as #6 started mowing the front yard, only.  He did not mow the backyard.  He blew all the clippings into our driveway, and at my garage.  Maybe he got a letter from the HOA, maybe he is having a party.  Only time will tell.  I notice, the longer he lives here, the more he is celebrating American holidays.  And Mexican holidays.  Any excuse for a party! 

Hopefully none tonight.  Then he and some of the kids were in the back yard, gabbling away in Spanish.  The littlest girl kept doing that annoying kid screech.  I guess when you are in a family of 8 you have to make a lot of noise to get noticed. 

Ron and I got ready for work.  Our driver was pretty much on time, but seemed kind of ditzy.  She kept missing turns even with her GPS, making big productions out of yawning and stretching, and talking incessantly about another client, she didn't like.  I finally got her talking about cats and she was OK conversation wise, not such a bitter downer.  She was so bitter about that one client I have to think he personally screwed her over in some way. 

She drove very slowly, kept going with the yawning and stuff - had only been driving for an hour.  It made me wonder what kind of Friday night she had had and was she hungover.  She turned a 35 minute trip (she had to pick up another client and drop him off) into an hour and a half. 

Of course when we got to work we had to rush around, we didn't have time to do even half the work.  Ron took out his stress on me, as usual.  He was bitter, angry, and demanding.  Then he wondered why I wasn't eager and cheerful. 

Our ride home was on time, and a straight trip. 

When we got home Ron got more vodka and began drinking.  He became even more bitter, resentful, and angry.  He was sarcastic.  He kept intellectualizing faith - which is very annoying.  Like wanting to analyze every word of the Lord's Prayer and tell me the old King James language was "stupid".  I finally told him I wouldn't play, he muttered some nasty comments, and started drinking more. 

Then he wanted me to dress the wound on his foot.  Fine, but when he took the sock off the foot reeked.  I will make him wash his feet tomorrow when he is sober.  He often neglects foot care, which, for someone in his condition and elderly, with a family history of diabetes, is foolish. 

So I had this reeking thing in my lap, trying to make it better, Ron's still in a nasty mood.  I put some peroxide and ointment on it.  I'm not covering it with a bandage, I think it needs air.  It is looking better but it looks like it could have used a few stitches last week when he hurt it (by the time I got home from covering him at work, that window had passed).  He fought me on cleaning his elbow, which has a terrible abrasion on it.  It was infected a couple of days ago but is improving with my tending.  He "allowed" me to put some peroxide but refused to let me bandage it or ointment. 

I have been participating in an online debate about the old lady who "got out" went wandering with a knife, cutting dandelions, went on private property, the police were called.  She did not speak any English.  They ended up having to taze her when she lunged at them with the knife. 

I have said repeatedly, I feel the family should be charged with elder neglect for "letting" her get out like that.  The daughter in law said she went wandering "all the time".  So they didn't see that as a matter for concern. 

I was then targeted with some personal attacks, they said thing about me, about Ron, etc. but the point remains it is a failure of the family. 

It doesn't matter if they are "nice" to you.  Ron has disrespected me in pretty much every way possible.  He has lied to me.  God knows he verbally abuses me.  He hurts himself, which hurts me.  He disrespects me.  He mocks me, he mocks my faith, he accuses me of "Sucking God's d**k" 

I don't think Ron realizes how much my faith has kept me here.  What you think of that is your opinion, but the Bible tells me to bless those who curse you.  That could have been written especially for me, but sadly I know it wasn't - plenty others out there and oh that is very sad. 

Point being: if you are caring, you care.  If you can't, find someone else who will.   I may get to that point sooner rather than later.  I am sure, after I am gone (separated) Ron will be very "sorry" and try to do everything he can to undo the damage - but there's too much. 

So the night is my own.  Still unclear if #6 is having a party, but it is very hot out, so I doubt the outdoor festivities will last for long. 

I am thinking yogurt for dinner.  I will give Ron his shot tomorrow, I am still too upset at him to do a good job and he deserves that.  It's once a month, doesn't have to be a certain day.  It's just vitamins. 

The next couple days look to have a lot of rain so I can't even get out for a while.