I slept in today, until around 8. It was pretty cold this morning but it warmed up.
I had a very nasty headache, but I had things to do. I called the vet and got them to put some flea medicine on hold for me. I took some headache pills and got ready to go. Once I was sure they'd kicked in, I called a cab.
I didn't want to bother Arturo, our regular guy, because he hangs out about 10 miles from where we live - between work and home. Handy. But I didn't want to send him all that way just for a $13 trip.
Well, it would be more, but I still didn't want to bother him. He took the trip anyway, I laughed when I saw him pull up out front.
I took my tote bag, stuffed with reusable tote bags, out and explained I wanted to run by the vet. Since it is a prescription product they had it in each of the cats' names. All 3 were named on the receipt. However, they were 13 pounds and up. Baby Girl is right about 13 pounds. I didn't want to overdose her so I had them swap that for a lower dose.
I would feel so awful if I accidentally killed or injured Ron's cat, and he would never forgive me. Once I got that I paid up (not cheap!) and went back out to Arturo.
We went to Walmart, I paid him and told him I would give him first crack at my ride home, if he wanted. He said yes.
I went in and started shopping. I got Ron's granola bars - they had something in a cashew flavor. He loves cashews, but he said no. He wanted the Salted Caramel Nut. OK. I can't eat them even if I wanted, they have almonds in them. But I am quite happy to see Ron eat them because he gets protein and fiber. I got Ron's needles. I teased the tech she was going to end up memorizing our names and birthdates. It seems like we are always there picking something up. I checked, 10 needles, 25 gauge, 1 inch needle. Just like the old ones, which have been working.
Good. I stuck them in the tote bag along with the flea medicine and progressed with my shopping. I was browsing drink mixes when Ron called. He wanted something salty. I notice he has had more appetite since he got the iron.
I read some choices for him. He made his selections. I didn't ask him to pay for the granola bars or the chips because he gave me $40 for cabs and I know he doesn't have much money. He heard me flinch, though. Someone was on a ladder, throwing bags of chips on the floor. An employee was doing this. Awful. I almost lectured them but decided not to bother. But I'm sure not eating those chips!
I headed over to the cat section. I found some primavera, but I couldn't remember which flavor I had gotten. It was either chicken or tuna, whatever it was the cats loved it but I forgot. Both Ron and I have memory issues of late. Both due to medication. We manage OK but I need to remember to put it down on my phone if I want to remember it.
I have a nice list making app I use frequently. I have notes on Ron's favorite pair of pants, for instance, so I can check to see if they are available and throw a pair in the cart. I use it for various reminders and for lists.
They did have a variety pack of primavera, 3 different meats, one box. It looked good and simple so I threw it in the cart. I got a gift bag for Mrs. Jack. I looked to see if I could find a 16 ounce sturdy plastic cup - I couldn't. I bought some more socks - like I told Ron, I hate digging around for a matching pair at 4 AM.
Then I went bra hunting. I didn't find the exact one I was looking for, but I did find one that looks doable. It is padded and no "bones" - underwires, so I won't get stabbed. I saved the receipt, I can try it on at home. But I haven't had any problems with that brand fitting. Pretty durable stuff, too.
I threw that into the cart and then checked out with a very nice transgender person. I went to the bank and made my deposit. Apparently the system was overloaded, I hope my deposit clears.
Then I called Arturo. He said he'd be there in 15 minutes. Good enough. I waited outside in the sun and ate a small bag of chips. We came home. I called Ron to open the garage door with his remote, because I had mine in the back of the cab (in a tote bag). Mainly, I wanted to let him know I was home, and have him "help". He likes to help.
He was delighted and opened the door, we brought everything in, I paid the man, and I shut the door. Then I took everything (not much) into the house. I worked on putting it away. Ron said he wanted some chips, so I brought them to him.
Yes, I spoil him. I brought him a bag of chips as he lay in bed. And, hearing that, you would think he is 500 pounds instead of a rock steady 150. He worked on them, munching, while I put the new bra and socks into the laundry room, hung up the receipt, etc.
As I worked, I couldn't help but notice the work trucks out in front of our house, for #6. They are, apparently, so poor they must take welfare (I have gotten papers in my mailbox, I could tell from the return address), but not so poor they can't afford 2 brand-new cars in a year, and now a remodel of some sort. It must be nice. Funny, I work for what I have.
By the time I finished it was pretty late I decided not to take a nap. Ron was sleeping by now. I didn't bother him. He is like a vampire, he sleeps better during the day.
They have drugs for blind people with "Non-24" (can't sleep at night) disorder, but God only knows the cost, or, more importantly, the side effects. Ron is taking ENOUGH.
I never dreamed we would be taking so many pills. I take 8 a day. Ron takes 7 a day, offhand. 3 pain pills, 3 gabapentin, one folic acid. I take 5 mood stabilizers, two antidepressants, and an antipsychotic.
Pills! So many pills! I don't see how we are going to pack them all for our trip out of town. We will need a whole extra backpack just for the pills.
Right now I am waiting to go out with Ron, we are going to the Waffle House. I want to do another post about family shaming after something tragic. It is a very real problem and one that bothers me tremendously.
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