I woke up at 6 (don't know if I mentioned it, but when I called at the appointed time I was sent to voicemail). I will try again later today.
I did all kinds of housework. I couldn't do much organizing because my garbage can is full, and junk collectors and stray dogs go through plastic garbage bags, so I try to avoid them if at all possible.
I did a lot of cleaning in the kitchen. When Ron woke up I helped clean his side, too. He didn't even know he had some of the items. In his case, he has a very good excuse: he can't see it. So I stood there asking "do you want this?" time and again "Where do you want this?" etc. His side looks much better since I got all of his crap out of the dish drainer. Now I can actually use the dish drainer for the intended purpose.
I did some work on laundry, too, but I also worked on a problem in the computer room. I will not say much except I had to wear gloves and it was unpleasant, but it is much better now. I cleaned up a little bit of stuff on the computer room floor, too. I didn't really have room for the trash, but I squashed it in there.
I went after "in front of the couch" in the front room. I had 2 bags, both of them attractive reusable designs. Those, I kept. First bag has plug in air freshener ports of various brands. Febreeze and Glade. I found some air freshener oils. The Hawaiian gave me a headache so I unplugged it. The other one was unlabeled but is freshening up the computer room, it is some sort of Febreeze. I kept the warmers in the one bag.
Then I went after bag #2. I found some beautiful notebooks and pens. I remember I got them I was going to do something related to my God Time. But I can use them now, and I put them away.
That cleared out a bag, so I folded it and put it in the reusable bag holder. Eventually I ate and took my morning pills, back to work, took a shower.
I ate some of the BBQ Sloppy Joe mix after the shower. Ron hates it with a passion. I thought it was really good. But I think the head injury makes him a little more rigid in his food tastes. He is very adamant that the food has to taste identical every single time and strongly prefers processed foods to home cooking. This has only evolved since the accident. I would be curious if another TBI caregiver could give me some insight on that. As long as he's eating...
Then I took a nap, had a pretty good one with Torbie. She is always so excited when I lie down because we have our special petting time where she gets up on me for petting. Sometimes I stop, to tease her, and she puts her paw on my face with her claws out. She's firm, but gentle. Petting must resume! It is the highlight of our day.
I petted her until she walked off and lay down by my foot. I fell asleep, woke up with a headache from the Hawaiian air freshener.
It reminded me of the Peach Blossom headache. Travel back in time with me to 2003, right after the accident. Ron is bedbound. He has to use a bedpan, which he hates. I would put him on the bedpan (I'm not going to pull someone off their job to do that when I'm right there and can do it) and walk out of the room. But Ron complained his feces made the room stink and he wanted a can of air freshener spray.
We had one we used at home, "Peach Blossom". He used it at home when he used the toilet. So I brought it in one day and snuck it into his room. Things went pretty well for a while. He would use the bedpan, spray, call for me to come in, and I would enter, then call for assistance. The staff seemed to appreciate the consideration.
However, one time I thought I heard him call me and I entered the room RIGHT as Ron was spraying the Peach Blossom. He maced me right in the face and I was stricken. I had a lot of sinus troubles back then and it felt like it went straight to my sinuses. I developed a ghastly headache that took days to dissipate, and I could only smell and taste Peach Blossom, for days. It was horrible. I can still remember the taste.
I have never bought another can of Peach Blossom. Ugh! That stuff had been weaponized. They still sell it, too.
No, they don't. They added lavender to it. Ron loathes lavender so that's out.
I'm a little stiff from my workout yesterday but not unpleasant. We will be running around a lot tomorrow (work, doctor) so probably no time to work out. We will see. I might throw some "arms" in there if I get a chance.
The cats are all doing great. Biscuit has been adorable, and is in my bed right now. Baby Girl has been hanging out with Ron, as usual. Torbie and I had our cuddle during my nap.
I fed all of them a couple of times, they love that when I'm home they can just sit over there or by my foot and I will get up and feed them. I am particularly happy to do that with Biscuit, as his food is medicine.
That's it for now. Plans: talk to Ron about tomorrow's trips, call my parents, eat & pills, litter box.
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Saturday, March 30, 2019
Busy Saturday on not much sleep
Ron had a bad night for pain, which meant I had a bad night for sleep. We both dragged around all day, but he was in a decent mood.
We did our supply run and then went to work. It didn't need much, but we stayed busy until our pickup time.
Our ride was late to go home, we had to wait a while outside with no shelter (that's every day) but then it started raining. Ron was not happy. But it passed and our driver came.
Sometimes regular drivers forget that Ron likes to ride in the back passenger side, this one pulled up so far I couldn't get the correct door open. I had to ask him to back up so I could put Ron in the correct spot.
After the incident this week where he almost fell, and I had to hold him up until the driver came back with the wheelchair, he has said he does not want to sit on the driver's side anymore. I can't blame him. If he falls outside on pavement/concrete he's going to split his head open and that will be a Godawful mess. Better to ride in the wheelchair compartment.
We came home, it was a straight trip but he was weaving a little. I was glad to get home. I took Ron in the house. The driver stayed in the driveway for a good 20 minutes, not sure what that was about. I didn't care.
We went to bed right after I fed the cats. It had been hours. They were hungry. Torbie ran around the house like a crazy animal after eating her food. She's been doing that since I started her on the new food.
I took a nap. I slept great and woke up with Biscuit flopped on my leg. It was very cute. I fed him again. I should add here this is how I do it: Doc said half a cup, so each cat gets that in their bowl every day. I put it out when they ask or look hungry, they eat, I put it away again. When it's gone, it's gone. So when I "feed" them 6 times a day I am letting them snack on the same half cup.
Then I did my workout. I did 10 minutes on the exercise bike. Then I got out my plastic step, remember those? I still have one. I went up and down off it for a few minutes and my legs started killing me. I had done about 3-4 minutes. I said "OK, my body is telling me something" and I went and did weights. I did legs and back, did some deadlifts - those are always great. My legs are pretty sore already but that is good, I want to build them up.
I also need to work on my back, but carefully. I need to build up strength without incapacitating myself. If I over do it I won't be able to take care of Ron or the business.
About the only bad thing, I kicked over my Dr Pepper and it spilled in the garage. But it was diet so OK. I logged everything in a notebook and came back in the house. Then I cooked up the ground beef for sloppy joes. I used my iron skillet.
I had 2 kinds of sauce, I went with the Bourbon BBQ. I dished up a bowl and ate it with a glass of milk. It was very good. I took my pills, yay me.
Then, not done yet - I took out my pill box where I keep all my medication. Then I checked with Ron to see if he needed anything. He said yes, I helped him, told him I would be busy for a while doing up my pills.
Then I did them up. It took forever but I got them done. Now I am good for another 2 weeks.
And in another couple minutes I will call Dad, see if they pick up. They will probably want to talk about the MRI so I am guessing yes.
And #2 is having some sort of birthday party, quieter than the ones #6 had. It is already 6 Pm and they have been at it for a few hours. I am guessing they will wrap it up in another hour or two. I can live with that.
I got a lot done today in spite of a crappy start. I am pleased with myself, and Ron. We did very well on not much sleep.
We did our supply run and then went to work. It didn't need much, but we stayed busy until our pickup time.
Our ride was late to go home, we had to wait a while outside with no shelter (that's every day) but then it started raining. Ron was not happy. But it passed and our driver came.
Sometimes regular drivers forget that Ron likes to ride in the back passenger side, this one pulled up so far I couldn't get the correct door open. I had to ask him to back up so I could put Ron in the correct spot.
After the incident this week where he almost fell, and I had to hold him up until the driver came back with the wheelchair, he has said he does not want to sit on the driver's side anymore. I can't blame him. If he falls outside on pavement/concrete he's going to split his head open and that will be a Godawful mess. Better to ride in the wheelchair compartment.
We came home, it was a straight trip but he was weaving a little. I was glad to get home. I took Ron in the house. The driver stayed in the driveway for a good 20 minutes, not sure what that was about. I didn't care.
We went to bed right after I fed the cats. It had been hours. They were hungry. Torbie ran around the house like a crazy animal after eating her food. She's been doing that since I started her on the new food.
I took a nap. I slept great and woke up with Biscuit flopped on my leg. It was very cute. I fed him again. I should add here this is how I do it: Doc said half a cup, so each cat gets that in their bowl every day. I put it out when they ask or look hungry, they eat, I put it away again. When it's gone, it's gone. So when I "feed" them 6 times a day I am letting them snack on the same half cup.
Then I did my workout. I did 10 minutes on the exercise bike. Then I got out my plastic step, remember those? I still have one. I went up and down off it for a few minutes and my legs started killing me. I had done about 3-4 minutes. I said "OK, my body is telling me something" and I went and did weights. I did legs and back, did some deadlifts - those are always great. My legs are pretty sore already but that is good, I want to build them up.
I also need to work on my back, but carefully. I need to build up strength without incapacitating myself. If I over do it I won't be able to take care of Ron or the business.
About the only bad thing, I kicked over my Dr Pepper and it spilled in the garage. But it was diet so OK. I logged everything in a notebook and came back in the house. Then I cooked up the ground beef for sloppy joes. I used my iron skillet.
I had 2 kinds of sauce, I went with the Bourbon BBQ. I dished up a bowl and ate it with a glass of milk. It was very good. I took my pills, yay me.
Then, not done yet - I took out my pill box where I keep all my medication. Then I checked with Ron to see if he needed anything. He said yes, I helped him, told him I would be busy for a while doing up my pills.
Then I did them up. It took forever but I got them done. Now I am good for another 2 weeks.
And in another couple minutes I will call Dad, see if they pick up. They will probably want to talk about the MRI so I am guessing yes.
And #2 is having some sort of birthday party, quieter than the ones #6 had. It is already 6 Pm and they have been at it for a few hours. I am guessing they will wrap it up in another hour or two. I can live with that.
I got a lot done today in spite of a crappy start. I am pleased with myself, and Ron. We did very well on not much sleep.
Friday, March 29, 2019
Running errands
So Chuck came and we went to the pet store. I looked all over and found the "Veterinary" Royal Canin. They had Biscuit's food, and even some treats for cats with urinary issues. I put a bag of those in the cart.
I couldn't find the regular formulas Royal Canin for cats. It was very frustrating. I hunted high and low, gave up, and started looking at other brands. Then I found it.
They only had a 4 foot shelf of RC standard cat foods. I was surprised. I had to find the formula. I finally found the "indoor" 7+ years formula. Not quite what I recalled but I figured it would work. Baby Girl is 7 this year.
I got the bag - almost had a heart attack at the price. It was a lot more expensive than Chewy. But I could try a 7 pound bag and see how BG liked it, then buy a huge bag from Chewy delivered, later. Or have the vet order it, for that matter.
I put it in the cart, then, I told Chuck, I wanted to look at food bowls so everyone has a different bowl. Biscuit has a larger bowl with a rubber bottom. Torbie has a modest stainless bowl. I found a nice hot pink oval bowl, melamine, for $4. That would work. Into the cart.
When I got the register they gave me a hard time about a "prescription card" for Biscuit's treats. I said forget it. I later told Chuck: Chewy will call the vet and verify Biscuit needs special treats, and then ship it to me in one day. Why would I mess with a card? And pay more? But if I could have gotten them easily I would have.
But really probably a bad idea to get Biscuit eating "treats" again. I would rather feed him his special formula every time he gets hungry.
I paid for the cat food and the bowl. $40, and the bag was not that large. We went out to the SUV and I put it in one of my tote bags. We went to Walmart. Walmart was pretty uneventful. I found a different type of lancet to use on my blood sugar jabs. I have had some difficulty, and I have 2 different styles at home. The new ones are a disposable design. Very cheap, 50 for $3.50. I will see how they work for me. If nothing else I can give it a change, lancet #1, new lancet, lancet #2. I only test 2 times a day so that will be good.
I also got something not on the list, some frozen turkey that is taco flavored. I thought that sounded interesting. I actually have used a fair amount of ground turkey in my past cooking, so I know I like it. It was also incredibly affordable at $1.50 for a pound. I got another chub of frozen ground beef as well.
I didn't get much food because I had a lot already. But I did get a fresh bag of spinach.
I got filters for the water fountain for the cats. If I'm not buying they might stop selling and that would be awful, the cats love this thing and I want them to have a great experience at it for a long time to come. I didn't need any litter and I don't buy cat food there anymore (no, I get raped at the pet store), so I moved on to the socks. I wanted boot socks, black, crew, cotton, women's 8-12. I hunted all over and couldn't find them. So I said screw it, Amazon will get my money instead.
Then I went to go look at dumbbells. I really liked the black and chrome ones, but they didn't have them in a 5 pound. All they had were these "femme" pink ones. I didn't have a choice, if I wanted 5# I had to get the pink. I picked them up and did a few moves. I couldn't see them. I might as well get them. Into the cart.
I found a single #10 black and chrome, and, on a lower rack, found another. They looked identical but were different manufacturers. They were very nice and exactly what I wanted. They were also about $10 each! I had better not lose these!
But my old tens were so bad they had rust and flakes of metal coming off. So even if I found them tonight I would still use the new ones.
Time to check out. I found a relatively quiet lane and did that.
She had a little trouble scanning one dumbbell and had to type it in by hand, but it was good. We went to the bank and I did my deposit. First of the month deposit is more fun because I get to keep more of it. The 15th deposit I put a good chunk into savings and less disposable.
We went home. Chuck said he liked what I had done to the garage. It is much more usable now. He left and I went in the house. Ron was drinking, but jovial. He said Baby Girl had been begging for food. I rushed to open her $$ new food and gave her a day's worth in her new bowl. She began eating it immediately. Good. Glad she likes it. She ate more about an hour later. She looks really good eating out of her hot pink bowl. For some reason, I see hot pink as a Baby Girl color, it suits her. Torbie is more of a mauve or lilac personality, and Biscuit would be a turquoise.
They won't wear collars but those are the colors I would pick for them.
I brought the groceries in and put those away. I put the blood sugar stuff next to the box where I keep my test supplies and notebook (I log everything). I was happy what I bought did not fill up the fridge and freezer with stuff falling out. I have a good inventory but not overwhelming.
I got a reasonable amount of stuff. I did not put the dumbells on the rack (I really have a nice setup, the one real indulgence I've ever taken) yet, I will do that tomorrow. I left them about halfway back in the garage. I have everything up to 20 pounds. That should hold me for a good long while. 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 12, 15, 20. Funny how the lower end it's one pound increments, but as you get heavier it goes to 5 pound increments. It is virtually impossible for a woman to "bulk up" without drugs, so I am not worried about getting beefy. One, I will not be working out like that. Two, I will be "clean" (no drugs). But I do like paging through the muscle magazines how and then to get workout tips. Not the women's ones, they are just not my speed.
I did think about getting a kettlebell today but figured it would still be there in a couple months if I want to get one then. Right now I will focus on "getting ripped" with what I have, which is a good amount.
I am glad I finally cleared out almost everything around my gym equipment. I do need to deflate my old fitness ball and get rid of it. It is probably not safe anymore. Maybe I will go after it with a kitchen knife.
But everything's put away, I got everything I needed on the list, the cats have tons of food and water filters, lots of cat litter, plenty of fresh and frozen groceries. I even got another case of the protein shakes I like. I have some money in my account, can pay my bills, and have some spending money at hand.
Not a bad day. And Ron was pretty decent.
I couldn't find the regular formulas Royal Canin for cats. It was very frustrating. I hunted high and low, gave up, and started looking at other brands. Then I found it.
They only had a 4 foot shelf of RC standard cat foods. I was surprised. I had to find the formula. I finally found the "indoor" 7+ years formula. Not quite what I recalled but I figured it would work. Baby Girl is 7 this year.
I got the bag - almost had a heart attack at the price. It was a lot more expensive than Chewy. But I could try a 7 pound bag and see how BG liked it, then buy a huge bag from Chewy delivered, later. Or have the vet order it, for that matter.
I put it in the cart, then, I told Chuck, I wanted to look at food bowls so everyone has a different bowl. Biscuit has a larger bowl with a rubber bottom. Torbie has a modest stainless bowl. I found a nice hot pink oval bowl, melamine, for $4. That would work. Into the cart.
When I got the register they gave me a hard time about a "prescription card" for Biscuit's treats. I said forget it. I later told Chuck: Chewy will call the vet and verify Biscuit needs special treats, and then ship it to me in one day. Why would I mess with a card? And pay more? But if I could have gotten them easily I would have.
But really probably a bad idea to get Biscuit eating "treats" again. I would rather feed him his special formula every time he gets hungry.
I paid for the cat food and the bowl. $40, and the bag was not that large. We went out to the SUV and I put it in one of my tote bags. We went to Walmart. Walmart was pretty uneventful. I found a different type of lancet to use on my blood sugar jabs. I have had some difficulty, and I have 2 different styles at home. The new ones are a disposable design. Very cheap, 50 for $3.50. I will see how they work for me. If nothing else I can give it a change, lancet #1, new lancet, lancet #2. I only test 2 times a day so that will be good.
I also got something not on the list, some frozen turkey that is taco flavored. I thought that sounded interesting. I actually have used a fair amount of ground turkey in my past cooking, so I know I like it. It was also incredibly affordable at $1.50 for a pound. I got another chub of frozen ground beef as well.
I didn't get much food because I had a lot already. But I did get a fresh bag of spinach.
I got filters for the water fountain for the cats. If I'm not buying they might stop selling and that would be awful, the cats love this thing and I want them to have a great experience at it for a long time to come. I didn't need any litter and I don't buy cat food there anymore (no, I get raped at the pet store), so I moved on to the socks. I wanted boot socks, black, crew, cotton, women's 8-12. I hunted all over and couldn't find them. So I said screw it, Amazon will get my money instead.
Then I went to go look at dumbbells. I really liked the black and chrome ones, but they didn't have them in a 5 pound. All they had were these "femme" pink ones. I didn't have a choice, if I wanted 5# I had to get the pink. I picked them up and did a few moves. I couldn't see them. I might as well get them. Into the cart.
I found a single #10 black and chrome, and, on a lower rack, found another. They looked identical but were different manufacturers. They were very nice and exactly what I wanted. They were also about $10 each! I had better not lose these!
But my old tens were so bad they had rust and flakes of metal coming off. So even if I found them tonight I would still use the new ones.
Time to check out. I found a relatively quiet lane and did that.
She had a little trouble scanning one dumbbell and had to type it in by hand, but it was good. We went to the bank and I did my deposit. First of the month deposit is more fun because I get to keep more of it. The 15th deposit I put a good chunk into savings and less disposable.
We went home. Chuck said he liked what I had done to the garage. It is much more usable now. He left and I went in the house. Ron was drinking, but jovial. He said Baby Girl had been begging for food. I rushed to open her $$ new food and gave her a day's worth in her new bowl. She began eating it immediately. Good. Glad she likes it. She ate more about an hour later. She looks really good eating out of her hot pink bowl. For some reason, I see hot pink as a Baby Girl color, it suits her. Torbie is more of a mauve or lilac personality, and Biscuit would be a turquoise.
They won't wear collars but those are the colors I would pick for them.
I brought the groceries in and put those away. I put the blood sugar stuff next to the box where I keep my test supplies and notebook (I log everything). I was happy what I bought did not fill up the fridge and freezer with stuff falling out. I have a good inventory but not overwhelming.
I got a reasonable amount of stuff. I did not put the dumbells on the rack (I really have a nice setup, the one real indulgence I've ever taken) yet, I will do that tomorrow. I left them about halfway back in the garage. I have everything up to 20 pounds. That should hold me for a good long while. 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 12, 15, 20. Funny how the lower end it's one pound increments, but as you get heavier it goes to 5 pound increments. It is virtually impossible for a woman to "bulk up" without drugs, so I am not worried about getting beefy. One, I will not be working out like that. Two, I will be "clean" (no drugs). But I do like paging through the muscle magazines how and then to get workout tips. Not the women's ones, they are just not my speed.
I did think about getting a kettlebell today but figured it would still be there in a couple months if I want to get one then. Right now I will focus on "getting ripped" with what I have, which is a good amount.
I am glad I finally cleared out almost everything around my gym equipment. I do need to deflate my old fitness ball and get rid of it. It is probably not safe anymore. Maybe I will go after it with a kitchen knife.
But everything's put away, I got everything I needed on the list, the cats have tons of food and water filters, lots of cat litter, plenty of fresh and frozen groceries. I even got another case of the protein shakes I like. I have some money in my account, can pay my bills, and have some spending money at hand.
Not a bad day. And Ron was pretty decent.
Thank you for helping the handicapped!
It has been an interesting day so far.
I woke up at 6. Ron mocked me for going to bed early but I was up early, too. I took a shower, cleaned the litter box, ate, took my pills, etc.
Ron woke up and I got him ready. We were going to the bank. We had the driver who is always late. Some of it is playing games. Some of it, he is a very large man and always seems to have fresh snacks on the console. I believe he makes a lot of pit stops. But, going to our drop off, it was apparent he was taking wrong turns just to try to get a rise out of me. . He had a GPS giving accurate information. I did not react. He stopped on his own. But he showed a real lack of logical thinking in how things could work, that pulling up to the ramp would have been much faster unloading for Ron vs. pulling into a parking spot, stuff like that. It was exhausting, riding with him.
We got out. Ron's in his wheelchair. The front doors to the bank are broken. The left door, the one we normally use, is stuck and will not open. The manager tried to "fix" it and has "put in an order" for repair but nothing has happened.
With the door broken like that, I require assistance getting into the bank. Someone has to hold the door. The security guard was oblivious and people kept walking by, using another door instead of opening the door for us.
I saw a mexican woman approach, talking in spanish to her older daughter (about 8). I asked (in English, we are in America), if she would please open the door for us. She looked at Ron and said OK, then walked off!
I was pissed. I just reacted "Thank you for helping the handicapped!" Everyone was staring at her. She didn't like that, so she turned around, came back, and opened the door. How rude!
Like I told Ron, one day it's her in the wheelchair begging people to open a door for her. After we were through, I muttered "Bitch" under my breath. She may or may not have heard that.
We did our banking, I got paid. Ron called Arturo. We went to the chicken place, and they were not open.
Correction: supposed to open at 10:30, now 11:15, and still not open. I banged on the doors for a couple of minutes and they let me in, sold me the food. Arturo took us home.
Ron ate most of his chicken, happy. I ate my biscuits with a glass of milk. My blood sugar was reasonable a couple hours later.
I took a nap with Torbie. She got up on me and we did "our thing" petting, purring, etc. She really enjoys her new food. She was running around all morning, very playful. She wanted to play "Pet my tummy and I'll bite your hand" - I'm not dumb enough to play that one!
I am getting Baby Girl her food later today, in about an hour. Ever since she got a bite of Royal Canin, she won't touch her Blue anymore. Once I find her a food that works I will give the Blue to a friend or the shelter.
Biscuit continues to do well. I am so pleased. He's a good boy and I would have hated to lose him to this condition. I am really glad I was not faced with the options of cutting off his penis or putting him down. I would have put him down. But I don't have to and I have tons of this food that is so good for him, water bowls everywhere, a water fountain for everyone, they are just using one box now so I keep it scooped, I can monitor "passages" as they use it.
Chuck comes in less than an hour and we will get pet food (for Baby Girl) and go to Walmart and my bank. I haven't figured out how much I'm putting in my account yet. But I can get most of my errands done with this, today.
I will post later and let you know how that goes.
I woke up at 6. Ron mocked me for going to bed early but I was up early, too. I took a shower, cleaned the litter box, ate, took my pills, etc.
Ron woke up and I got him ready. We were going to the bank. We had the driver who is always late. Some of it is playing games. Some of it, he is a very large man and always seems to have fresh snacks on the console. I believe he makes a lot of pit stops. But, going to our drop off, it was apparent he was taking wrong turns just to try to get a rise out of me. . He had a GPS giving accurate information. I did not react. He stopped on his own. But he showed a real lack of logical thinking in how things could work, that pulling up to the ramp would have been much faster unloading for Ron vs. pulling into a parking spot, stuff like that. It was exhausting, riding with him.
We got out. Ron's in his wheelchair. The front doors to the bank are broken. The left door, the one we normally use, is stuck and will not open. The manager tried to "fix" it and has "put in an order" for repair but nothing has happened.
With the door broken like that, I require assistance getting into the bank. Someone has to hold the door. The security guard was oblivious and people kept walking by, using another door instead of opening the door for us.
I saw a mexican woman approach, talking in spanish to her older daughter (about 8). I asked (in English, we are in America), if she would please open the door for us. She looked at Ron and said OK, then walked off!
I was pissed. I just reacted "Thank you for helping the handicapped!" Everyone was staring at her. She didn't like that, so she turned around, came back, and opened the door. How rude!
Like I told Ron, one day it's her in the wheelchair begging people to open a door for her. After we were through, I muttered "Bitch" under my breath. She may or may not have heard that.
We did our banking, I got paid. Ron called Arturo. We went to the chicken place, and they were not open.
Correction: supposed to open at 10:30, now 11:15, and still not open. I banged on the doors for a couple of minutes and they let me in, sold me the food. Arturo took us home.
Ron ate most of his chicken, happy. I ate my biscuits with a glass of milk. My blood sugar was reasonable a couple hours later.
I took a nap with Torbie. She got up on me and we did "our thing" petting, purring, etc. She really enjoys her new food. She was running around all morning, very playful. She wanted to play "Pet my tummy and I'll bite your hand" - I'm not dumb enough to play that one!
I am getting Baby Girl her food later today, in about an hour. Ever since she got a bite of Royal Canin, she won't touch her Blue anymore. Once I find her a food that works I will give the Blue to a friend or the shelter.
Biscuit continues to do well. I am so pleased. He's a good boy and I would have hated to lose him to this condition. I am really glad I was not faced with the options of cutting off his penis or putting him down. I would have put him down. But I don't have to and I have tons of this food that is so good for him, water bowls everywhere, a water fountain for everyone, they are just using one box now so I keep it scooped, I can monitor "passages" as they use it.
Chuck comes in less than an hour and we will get pet food (for Baby Girl) and go to Walmart and my bank. I haven't figured out how much I'm putting in my account yet. But I can get most of my errands done with this, today.
I will post later and let you know how that goes.
Thursday, March 28, 2019
Oh, it was a long day
I couldn't fall asleep last night and only got a few hours' sleep.
I got up, slept in a little so I didn't have much time. I put on my work boots. They were comfortable in the store, then I put inserts in them, they were AWFUL. I took the inserts out again and tried them today. They worked out very well and no pain at all with hours on my feet in heavy workboots.
I made sure Ron was OK, helped him dress. Our ride was right on time. We rode with the princess, who likes to sleep on the van. If your family is not letting you sleep, you are working and contributing to the household, time to move out and get a place where you can sleep. But doing this whole dramatic I'M SLEEPING thing is just prima donna.
I am certain I got far less sleep than her but I was ready to go when the ride arrived.
We rode around for a while, picking up and dropping off, finally got to work. We had a guy onboard who works where we do. He doesn't ever give the driver his badge to get through the gate, but he wants us to do it. He is rather obnoxious and I can't handle much of him. But I only see him for about an hour once a month.
So we got to work and I told the driver to go to visitor parking, because the way they have the parking now it is impossible to let us off near the door. He had a tantrum, kept demanding we go through the gate. I should have said "Let us off at visitor parking and then he will let you through the gate" - because he wouldn't. He kept demanding "reasons" I wanted to go to visitor parking.
Considering he is riding the service and has no apparent disability, I can only assume he has some sort of brain problem. He was acting like it, this morning, almost autistic.
We all got let off at Visitor Parking and he went bounding off. We won't see him for another month. I pushed Ron in the building.
When we got to our area (it's a walk) I found one of our vending machines jammed. It has a clear glass door. I wasn't upset about that, but I make a point of ALWAYS letting the other vendor know when one of her machines isn't working so she can make plans to deal with it. She had to walk past that vending machine, with a clear glass door, several times at least yesterday and never called us once.
We have fixed this problem. Ron and I are going to give our numbers to some custodians who are often in the area, they can look and call us if there is a problem, we can comp them a drink or snack now and then. They will be reliable.
And I am going to stop calling the other vendor. She never seems to want the calls anyway.
I stopped everything and fixed the jam. Later on I fixed another machine, as well. I got the carts and went to work. Ron was in a bad mood for a while, then he went to depressed, which is a lot easier for me to deal with.
He wanted to go out in the fire exit hall, so I took him. He brooded in there by himself while we waited on the delivery. He called and found out the name of the driver.
Hours before the other guys would show, this guy showed up. I was so happy to see him. He couldn't have been better. Our last delivery we had a hustler who wanted to give us a "special" deal. No thanks! This guy just did his job well, very friendly and personable. He remembers us, says we "always take care of (him) and are very nice". I thought that was sweet and did my best to live up to it.
He left, I finished snacks (about 15 minutes) and told Ron we could go. A while back we decided we would always call Arturo or some other cab when we have a Dr Pepper delivery. The times can be very erratic since Keurig bought the company and we don't want penalty marks for adjusting the time late, or having to wait around for hours after we are done.
It is better for us to just call and pay to go home when we're ready. So we did that and went home.
I ate a snack, fed the cats (not in that order), helped Ron, and took a nap. I woke up around 1 PM so plenty of time left in the day. Ron's going to pay me pretty soon so I need to figure out what I am doing with my money this pay period. I need to pay for doc and medication, plus autopays. Ideally I will also get blood tests - I have money saved for that. Then I need to put some money in my account for delivery/internet purchases.
It all really depends on what the pills are without insurance. I don't think it will be bad but could be $100-200. But that is for 3 months. Oh, and I need to save some money for the cats' vet visit in July.
I am a little stiff from my workout yesterday but not bad. I could clomp around in work boots and do all my duties today with no problem, so I think this is the right pace to take for a while. I plan to get on the exercise bike today when I finish blogging and check my blood sugar.
Baby Girl has stopped eating the Blue Wilderness and keeps trying to eat the other cats' Royal Canin food. I may buy her some 7+ adult cat formula. That would require a trip to the pet store but I can pay Chuck to take me to the pet store and Walmart and get that done.
We see the pain doc Monday and get some answers on Ron's back. I will go with whatever Ron wants to do short of surgery. I am not willing to play the support role for him after back surgery, again. Not unless it is an emergency. Last time was a nightmare, trying to care for him and run the business, take care of myself. Not to mention all the money it cost! Everyone was sending us a bill. I was writing checks for weeks.
But we will get answers. Ron does pretty well with just the pain pills and magnets so I would stick with that. Hopefully Ron would agree with me.
Doc also gives injections, I saw his assistant drawing them up and it looked awful. No thank you. But Ron may decide he wants to do it. It's his body. I will offer opinions, I always do. But I won't tell him what to do.
Later on, I plan to cook some sloppy joes. I got a BBQ flavor from Walmart, we will see how that goes. It should be pretty easy to prepare even though I'm tired. Ron will probably be asleep for hours.
That's it for now.
Edit: Did 10 minutes (not counting the warm up) intervals on the exercise bike. My legs feel a little worked but not achy. Since I have a life to live I can't go blast it and stagger around aching for days like I used to.
I also caught Baby Girl eating Biscuit's food again. I surrender. I called Chuck and arranged a ride to the pet store to buy her some of her own Royal Canin. Then we can run to Walmart and get my other stuff, my bank for deposit, etc.
Ron was rather offended I asked Chuck for help first. I told Ron he has a proven track record of not wanting to shop with me and wanting to stay home as much as possible. He couldn't argue.
He is just lucky both Chuck and I are moral people.
I got up, slept in a little so I didn't have much time. I put on my work boots. They were comfortable in the store, then I put inserts in them, they were AWFUL. I took the inserts out again and tried them today. They worked out very well and no pain at all with hours on my feet in heavy workboots.
I made sure Ron was OK, helped him dress. Our ride was right on time. We rode with the princess, who likes to sleep on the van. If your family is not letting you sleep, you are working and contributing to the household, time to move out and get a place where you can sleep. But doing this whole dramatic I'M SLEEPING thing is just prima donna.
I am certain I got far less sleep than her but I was ready to go when the ride arrived.
We rode around for a while, picking up and dropping off, finally got to work. We had a guy onboard who works where we do. He doesn't ever give the driver his badge to get through the gate, but he wants us to do it. He is rather obnoxious and I can't handle much of him. But I only see him for about an hour once a month.
So we got to work and I told the driver to go to visitor parking, because the way they have the parking now it is impossible to let us off near the door. He had a tantrum, kept demanding we go through the gate. I should have said "Let us off at visitor parking and then he will let you through the gate" - because he wouldn't. He kept demanding "reasons" I wanted to go to visitor parking.
Considering he is riding the service and has no apparent disability, I can only assume he has some sort of brain problem. He was acting like it, this morning, almost autistic.
We all got let off at Visitor Parking and he went bounding off. We won't see him for another month. I pushed Ron in the building.
When we got to our area (it's a walk) I found one of our vending machines jammed. It has a clear glass door. I wasn't upset about that, but I make a point of ALWAYS letting the other vendor know when one of her machines isn't working so she can make plans to deal with it. She had to walk past that vending machine, with a clear glass door, several times at least yesterday and never called us once.
We have fixed this problem. Ron and I are going to give our numbers to some custodians who are often in the area, they can look and call us if there is a problem, we can comp them a drink or snack now and then. They will be reliable.
And I am going to stop calling the other vendor. She never seems to want the calls anyway.
I stopped everything and fixed the jam. Later on I fixed another machine, as well. I got the carts and went to work. Ron was in a bad mood for a while, then he went to depressed, which is a lot easier for me to deal with.
He wanted to go out in the fire exit hall, so I took him. He brooded in there by himself while we waited on the delivery. He called and found out the name of the driver.
Hours before the other guys would show, this guy showed up. I was so happy to see him. He couldn't have been better. Our last delivery we had a hustler who wanted to give us a "special" deal. No thanks! This guy just did his job well, very friendly and personable. He remembers us, says we "always take care of (him) and are very nice". I thought that was sweet and did my best to live up to it.
He left, I finished snacks (about 15 minutes) and told Ron we could go. A while back we decided we would always call Arturo or some other cab when we have a Dr Pepper delivery. The times can be very erratic since Keurig bought the company and we don't want penalty marks for adjusting the time late, or having to wait around for hours after we are done.
It is better for us to just call and pay to go home when we're ready. So we did that and went home.
I ate a snack, fed the cats (not in that order), helped Ron, and took a nap. I woke up around 1 PM so plenty of time left in the day. Ron's going to pay me pretty soon so I need to figure out what I am doing with my money this pay period. I need to pay for doc and medication, plus autopays. Ideally I will also get blood tests - I have money saved for that. Then I need to put some money in my account for delivery/internet purchases.
It all really depends on what the pills are without insurance. I don't think it will be bad but could be $100-200. But that is for 3 months. Oh, and I need to save some money for the cats' vet visit in July.
I am a little stiff from my workout yesterday but not bad. I could clomp around in work boots and do all my duties today with no problem, so I think this is the right pace to take for a while. I plan to get on the exercise bike today when I finish blogging and check my blood sugar.
Baby Girl has stopped eating the Blue Wilderness and keeps trying to eat the other cats' Royal Canin food. I may buy her some 7+ adult cat formula. That would require a trip to the pet store but I can pay Chuck to take me to the pet store and Walmart and get that done.
We see the pain doc Monday and get some answers on Ron's back. I will go with whatever Ron wants to do short of surgery. I am not willing to play the support role for him after back surgery, again. Not unless it is an emergency. Last time was a nightmare, trying to care for him and run the business, take care of myself. Not to mention all the money it cost! Everyone was sending us a bill. I was writing checks for weeks.
But we will get answers. Ron does pretty well with just the pain pills and magnets so I would stick with that. Hopefully Ron would agree with me.
Doc also gives injections, I saw his assistant drawing them up and it looked awful. No thank you. But Ron may decide he wants to do it. It's his body. I will offer opinions, I always do. But I won't tell him what to do.
Later on, I plan to cook some sloppy joes. I got a BBQ flavor from Walmart, we will see how that goes. It should be pretty easy to prepare even though I'm tired. Ron will probably be asleep for hours.
That's it for now.
Edit: Did 10 minutes (not counting the warm up) intervals on the exercise bike. My legs feel a little worked but not achy. Since I have a life to live I can't go blast it and stagger around aching for days like I used to.
I also caught Baby Girl eating Biscuit's food again. I surrender. I called Chuck and arranged a ride to the pet store to buy her some of her own Royal Canin. Then we can run to Walmart and get my other stuff, my bank for deposit, etc.
Ron was rather offended I asked Chuck for help first. I told Ron he has a proven track record of not wanting to shop with me and wanting to stay home as much as possible. He couldn't argue.
He is just lucky both Chuck and I are moral people.
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
I am "extra" today
Well, it was a mixed day, some I can't talk about.
My morning went pretty well until Ron got up. Now, I can't say what happened while he was waiting on our ride. So I'm not going to say that.
I will say, when our ride arrived, Ron was so unsteady, for some reason, he couldn't get in the vehicle. I had to put him back in the wheelchair - I was a little surprised the driver was so slow bringing it back.
To me "We need the wheelchair" is pretty urgent. He wanted to fold everything up in the back and lock the back gate until I said "We need the wheelchair NOW OR HE'S GOING TO FALL". He moved pretty quick, then. In the meantime I was holding him up and very glad I could.
There was another woman in the vehicle. She had a lot of groceries with her. After we dropped her off I told the driver "I'm not going to be mean but she didn't seem to have an apparent disability, she was carrying those heavy groceries and walking very fast". The driver couldn't comment of course, but I think a lot are riding, who shouldn't.
Then we went to the fried chicken place. There is actually a Church's chicken not far from my home, BUT the last time we went, two problems. Someone had JUST come in and robbed an old lady eating. That was bad enough, but there was also a large dead roach on the floor in full view of the staff. Ron was horrified by both and refuses to go back.
I can't blame him. If you see one dead roach how many live ones?
So he found this place with his telephone search, sort of like a Google but all audio on a phone. It was in a gas station. There was a homeless man. The driver thought it was "bad" but it looked fine to me. I have seen PLENTY worse.
We got there. I suggested the 3 piece dark special to Ron, it's about his speed, he likes dark meat, and very affordable at $3. Nice big pieces of chicken, too. As I've said I never really got a taste for fried chicken. I used to eat the chicken fried steak a lot, with brown gravy. If you eat white gravy I'm not talking to you. Ick!
Anyway, the steak is good but I didn't want to fool with cutting it up. I opted for chicken strips, which were about twice as expensive. I'm "extra" today! If we bought the driver a special I couldn't talk about it.
We ate our food. Ron was very happy for several minutes. I did about half my chicken strips. They did NOT give me four, it was more like 4 plus several half sized pieces. So more like 7-8. They were good, I had bbq sauce, I got 2 biscuits plus the one with my meal. My blood sugar was actually not bad later. I got Ron 2 biscuits because nothing came with his meal except the 3 pieces in a box. We ate. I would go back.
Ron asked me to check it before we ordered and I told him it was OK. It was. The ladies had hair nets and gloves, they were clean, the shop was clean. I felt safe. I felt safe with Ron eating there - and if he gets food poisoning that's a lot of work for me with cleanups, getting him to the toilet, emptying the puke bucket, etc. I am not going to take chances. But this was fine and I would go back.
We only had about a half hour and then the same driver took us home (after making a pickup). I put the food in the fridge and took a nap, I have to get up very early to get up tomorrow. That's not coherent. But I will leave it in to illustrate what medication does to my brain. So, I have to get up at 2 tomorrow morning.
I had a pretty good nap but woke up when Fed Ex rang the doorbell. The stuff was here. I brought in the bag of cat food (senior formula for Torbie) and the carrier.
I felt incredibly stupid putting the carrier together. I think I finally got it. Both halves are together, the door is on, the latches are tight, I screwed in the wing nuts. I left it on the floor. Biscuit went in. He had plenty of room. Wonderful. If he fits the others will but this is going to be "his" carrier. The other solid plastic carrier will go for Torbie, and then Baby Girl gets the soft sided pink duffle with mesh "windows". I can hold one plastic carrier in each hand, and then sling Baby Girl across my shoulders and wear her. Of course someone always comes to help carry them.
I didn't see Torbie for a while. I put her food in the container. According to the feeding guidelines, she has enough food for a little over 2 months with this bag. That means Biscuit's bag is set for months.
Baby Girl has over 11 pounds of Blue to eat. I will keep feeding her that until I talk to Doc in July.
When Torbie came by, I served her some food. She sniffed at it for a few seconds and then began gobbling. Royal Canin sure knows how to make their cat food appealing. I think Torbie will do better eating this.
My vet wasn't crazy to hear I was feeding Blue to the cats.
Biscuit just came by begging so I fed him some of his food. He is crunching away right now. He has been really good about drinking water and all the cats love the water fountain.
I'm going to give it about 20 minutes and go check the mail, then I will go to bed. Ron was begging for books, earlier. I'll go see if he has any.
Tomorrow should be interesting, our Dr Pepper delivery. I hope we get J. He is wonderful.
My morning went pretty well until Ron got up. Now, I can't say what happened while he was waiting on our ride. So I'm not going to say that.
I will say, when our ride arrived, Ron was so unsteady, for some reason, he couldn't get in the vehicle. I had to put him back in the wheelchair - I was a little surprised the driver was so slow bringing it back.
To me "We need the wheelchair" is pretty urgent. He wanted to fold everything up in the back and lock the back gate until I said "We need the wheelchair NOW OR HE'S GOING TO FALL". He moved pretty quick, then. In the meantime I was holding him up and very glad I could.
There was another woman in the vehicle. She had a lot of groceries with her. After we dropped her off I told the driver "I'm not going to be mean but she didn't seem to have an apparent disability, she was carrying those heavy groceries and walking very fast". The driver couldn't comment of course, but I think a lot are riding, who shouldn't.
Then we went to the fried chicken place. There is actually a Church's chicken not far from my home, BUT the last time we went, two problems. Someone had JUST come in and robbed an old lady eating. That was bad enough, but there was also a large dead roach on the floor in full view of the staff. Ron was horrified by both and refuses to go back.
I can't blame him. If you see one dead roach how many live ones?
So he found this place with his telephone search, sort of like a Google but all audio on a phone. It was in a gas station. There was a homeless man. The driver thought it was "bad" but it looked fine to me. I have seen PLENTY worse.
We got there. I suggested the 3 piece dark special to Ron, it's about his speed, he likes dark meat, and very affordable at $3. Nice big pieces of chicken, too. As I've said I never really got a taste for fried chicken. I used to eat the chicken fried steak a lot, with brown gravy. If you eat white gravy I'm not talking to you. Ick!
Anyway, the steak is good but I didn't want to fool with cutting it up. I opted for chicken strips, which were about twice as expensive. I'm "extra" today! If we bought the driver a special I couldn't talk about it.
We ate our food. Ron was very happy for several minutes. I did about half my chicken strips. They did NOT give me four, it was more like 4 plus several half sized pieces. So more like 7-8. They were good, I had bbq sauce, I got 2 biscuits plus the one with my meal. My blood sugar was actually not bad later. I got Ron 2 biscuits because nothing came with his meal except the 3 pieces in a box. We ate. I would go back.
Ron asked me to check it before we ordered and I told him it was OK. It was. The ladies had hair nets and gloves, they were clean, the shop was clean. I felt safe. I felt safe with Ron eating there - and if he gets food poisoning that's a lot of work for me with cleanups, getting him to the toilet, emptying the puke bucket, etc. I am not going to take chances. But this was fine and I would go back.
We only had about a half hour and then the same driver took us home (after making a pickup). I put the food in the fridge and took a nap, I have to get up very early to get up tomorrow. That's not coherent. But I will leave it in to illustrate what medication does to my brain. So, I have to get up at 2 tomorrow morning.
I had a pretty good nap but woke up when Fed Ex rang the doorbell. The stuff was here. I brought in the bag of cat food (senior formula for Torbie) and the carrier.
I felt incredibly stupid putting the carrier together. I think I finally got it. Both halves are together, the door is on, the latches are tight, I screwed in the wing nuts. I left it on the floor. Biscuit went in. He had plenty of room. Wonderful. If he fits the others will but this is going to be "his" carrier. The other solid plastic carrier will go for Torbie, and then Baby Girl gets the soft sided pink duffle with mesh "windows". I can hold one plastic carrier in each hand, and then sling Baby Girl across my shoulders and wear her. Of course someone always comes to help carry them.
I didn't see Torbie for a while. I put her food in the container. According to the feeding guidelines, she has enough food for a little over 2 months with this bag. That means Biscuit's bag is set for months.
Baby Girl has over 11 pounds of Blue to eat. I will keep feeding her that until I talk to Doc in July.
When Torbie came by, I served her some food. She sniffed at it for a few seconds and then began gobbling. Royal Canin sure knows how to make their cat food appealing. I think Torbie will do better eating this.
My vet wasn't crazy to hear I was feeding Blue to the cats.
Biscuit just came by begging so I fed him some of his food. He is crunching away right now. He has been really good about drinking water and all the cats love the water fountain.
I'm going to give it about 20 minutes and go check the mail, then I will go to bed. Ron was begging for books, earlier. I'll go see if he has any.
Tomorrow should be interesting, our Dr Pepper delivery. I hope we get J. He is wonderful.
5 AM on my day off
I woke up at 5 AM on my day off, with a headache. I got up, used the bathroom, brushed my teeth. Biscuit was starting to agitate - and that is such a beautiful thing: he begs for his food. Mr Gray would not touch his special diet (Science Diet) and his illness eventually killed him. Frosty never had time to go on a special diet. So when the doctor said special food I was pretty worried. She was worried, because he wouldn't eat at the hospital.
But I got him home, dished it up, he gobbled it. And has for months. In fact, it's so appealing the other cats want it, too. Such a relief! So I never mind feeding him, even though, when I'm home, it's several times a day. I measure out his ration (1/2 cup) into his bowl. I keep it in a lidded container. When he wants to eat I take it out and serve it. When he's done I put it away. Repeat.
I don't mind doing this at all. I am probably better about caregiving for the cat than I am for Ron.
I fed him. Torbie showed up, I fed her too. According to Chewy her food arrives today. I am very curious to see how she likes it. I didn't see Baby Girl, probably with Ron.
That is one bonded cat, Baby Girl. Totally devoted to Ron. He's the one who found her, who talked me into keeping her. I was honestly happy with just Bubba but Ron begged and Bubba seemed to like her (Bubs was always generous about sharing his home), so we kept her. But it was all Ron getting us to that point. Probably the worst thing I could do to him was take her (when I moved out). He wouldn't be able to care for her but it would kill him to see her go. One of the things I consider when times are bad.
Anyway, I got them fed and the food put away. I can't leave the standard diet food out because Biscuit would eat it, get more crystals, and end up back in the hospital. I have no problem saying "no" to him eating that. I am glad I am the only feeder, I am stronger than Ron would be about feeding.
As of today I will have 3 cats and 3 foods. It's going to be interesting. But if makes them healthier I am up for it.
I got on the computer for a while, answered a question, looked at Facebook. Ron's former boss is a Facebook friend. He and I are probably a little closer than he got with the other vendor's spouses, because of the accident. He was a huge help to me the day of the accident and did everything he could to expedite us getting Ron's money as soon as he could. Ron used to have a window every night where he was pretty coherent. I would always have him call and leave a completely coherent and logical message on the boss' voicemail. The boss would come by, Ron would be confused or asleep, but he was alert in the messages - so they didn't boot him from the program!
He did a lot helping us out through some hard times so I like and respect him a lot. I want really good things for him. He is really cute, as he is totally devoted to his wife of 30+ some years. And she is with him. I love to see a happy couple. They have grandkids too. Someone I want to have a good life - so it was good to see him online.
Then I looked on one of my message boards, replied to several threads. One thing that bugs me, in the religious section a lot of people talking about works-based salvation. You can't do a damned thing to earn your way to heaven. There is only one way, faith in Jesus alone.
You are not required to do good works, but the Bible says you will naturally have them if you have faith. But reciting scripture as a penance? Stuff like that? NO.
My favorite was the debate about cremation. One woman actually said enbalming honors God. Uh, no. It is a horrible and disgusting procedure. I want to be cremated, and I have told my family. I will remind everyone, though.
My headache is gone after 2 diet Mountain Dews. I am happy to announce I was able to get a lot of diet soda and drink mix (powder) recently, so I will be very well hydrated. I also have tons of food in the fridge.
Ron wants to go get fried chicken today. He never wants fried chicken. How do I say this and honor my parents? Growing up, fried chicken, the way they did it, was not my favorite. So I have never really been a fan of fried chicken. But I will go with Ron, I can get some chicken strips if nothing else.
He didn't want to go to the one near our house, the last time we went he recalls we walked in right after someone had been robbed! Says a lot about my neighborhood changing! He doesn't remember but they also had sanitation issues, including a large dead roach on the floor in full view of the employees. I was so nauseated that time I only had some biscuits. I won't remind him.
He found another place about 5 miles away. Hopefully it will be better in the safety and sanitation aspects. I'm not going to remind him about the roach, that would ruin it for him.
And he will be eating real food and not crap snacks, so that's a win. Yesterday he had chicken strips, today fried chicken. He needs to eat more protein.
Anyway, I need to go check my blood sugar so I'll do that. I'll let you know how it goes at the chicken place.
Edit to add: blood sugar was 130, should be under 100. I went out in the garage, now that I cam mostly access my weight equipment, did some squats (body weight), chest presses (dumbell), and deadlift (light weight on a barbell). I feel like jello. And I only did one set of each. I will give it another couple days and work my way up.
I think it's important just to get in the habit of going out there every day before my shower.
But I got him home, dished it up, he gobbled it. And has for months. In fact, it's so appealing the other cats want it, too. Such a relief! So I never mind feeding him, even though, when I'm home, it's several times a day. I measure out his ration (1/2 cup) into his bowl. I keep it in a lidded container. When he wants to eat I take it out and serve it. When he's done I put it away. Repeat.
I don't mind doing this at all. I am probably better about caregiving for the cat than I am for Ron.
I fed him. Torbie showed up, I fed her too. According to Chewy her food arrives today. I am very curious to see how she likes it. I didn't see Baby Girl, probably with Ron.
That is one bonded cat, Baby Girl. Totally devoted to Ron. He's the one who found her, who talked me into keeping her. I was honestly happy with just Bubba but Ron begged and Bubba seemed to like her (Bubs was always generous about sharing his home), so we kept her. But it was all Ron getting us to that point. Probably the worst thing I could do to him was take her (when I moved out). He wouldn't be able to care for her but it would kill him to see her go. One of the things I consider when times are bad.
Anyway, I got them fed and the food put away. I can't leave the standard diet food out because Biscuit would eat it, get more crystals, and end up back in the hospital. I have no problem saying "no" to him eating that. I am glad I am the only feeder, I am stronger than Ron would be about feeding.
As of today I will have 3 cats and 3 foods. It's going to be interesting. But if makes them healthier I am up for it.
I got on the computer for a while, answered a question, looked at Facebook. Ron's former boss is a Facebook friend. He and I are probably a little closer than he got with the other vendor's spouses, because of the accident. He was a huge help to me the day of the accident and did everything he could to expedite us getting Ron's money as soon as he could. Ron used to have a window every night where he was pretty coherent. I would always have him call and leave a completely coherent and logical message on the boss' voicemail. The boss would come by, Ron would be confused or asleep, but he was alert in the messages - so they didn't boot him from the program!
He did a lot helping us out through some hard times so I like and respect him a lot. I want really good things for him. He is really cute, as he is totally devoted to his wife of 30+ some years. And she is with him. I love to see a happy couple. They have grandkids too. Someone I want to have a good life - so it was good to see him online.
Then I looked on one of my message boards, replied to several threads. One thing that bugs me, in the religious section a lot of people talking about works-based salvation. You can't do a damned thing to earn your way to heaven. There is only one way, faith in Jesus alone.
You are not required to do good works, but the Bible says you will naturally have them if you have faith. But reciting scripture as a penance? Stuff like that? NO.
My favorite was the debate about cremation. One woman actually said enbalming honors God. Uh, no. It is a horrible and disgusting procedure. I want to be cremated, and I have told my family. I will remind everyone, though.
My headache is gone after 2 diet Mountain Dews. I am happy to announce I was able to get a lot of diet soda and drink mix (powder) recently, so I will be very well hydrated. I also have tons of food in the fridge.
Ron wants to go get fried chicken today. He never wants fried chicken. How do I say this and honor my parents? Growing up, fried chicken, the way they did it, was not my favorite. So I have never really been a fan of fried chicken. But I will go with Ron, I can get some chicken strips if nothing else.
He didn't want to go to the one near our house, the last time we went he recalls we walked in right after someone had been robbed! Says a lot about my neighborhood changing! He doesn't remember but they also had sanitation issues, including a large dead roach on the floor in full view of the employees. I was so nauseated that time I only had some biscuits. I won't remind him.
He found another place about 5 miles away. Hopefully it will be better in the safety and sanitation aspects. I'm not going to remind him about the roach, that would ruin it for him.
And he will be eating real food and not crap snacks, so that's a win. Yesterday he had chicken strips, today fried chicken. He needs to eat more protein.
Anyway, I need to go check my blood sugar so I'll do that. I'll let you know how it goes at the chicken place.
Edit to add: blood sugar was 130, should be under 100. I went out in the garage, now that I cam mostly access my weight equipment, did some squats (body weight), chest presses (dumbell), and deadlift (light weight on a barbell). I feel like jello. And I only did one set of each. I will give it another couple days and work my way up.
I think it's important just to get in the habit of going out there every day before my shower.
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
Tuesday
I slept pretty well and woke up before the alarm. I checked my blood sugar, drank a Diet Mountain Dew, and got ready to go.
Ron was willing to go, and actually went. He lectured the driver all the way there. The poor driver looked so weary. At one point Ron asked him "Have I told you?" and the driver replied "Yes, many times."
We got to Walmart and I left Ron up front. I did my shopping. I did it in less than a half hour, including checkout, and got back to Ron. I was able to get everything on my list. If I'd had more time I would have checked out pet food canisters but I didn't have time. I did get the litter, though.
Ron said he "didn't want anything". I knew that meant "Get me some chicken strips" and I was right, he was thrilled and ate them then and there.
Ron called Arturo and we went home, Arturo put everything in the garage. Very nice. I put everything away and got Ron in the house. He drank a little and laid down for a nap.
Torbie got on the box and had a little trouble moving a bowel movement. I decided I would buy the "old cat" formula by Royal Canin because it has added fiber and specifically helps with that. Not to mention they make the irresistable urinary formula - she can't stay away from it when I have it out for Biscuit. If "one" food is "yummy" I am sure the other one will be, too. I also got that carrier I had been thinking about, which put me over the limit for free shipping.
I am curious to see how she likes it. Baby Girl can keep eating the Blue Wilderness.
I stayed up for a little but then lay down. I was pretty wired from caffeine and had a hard time drifting off. I finally did and Ron started moaning. He had nerve pain in his leg. He carried on for a while before I got up. I asked if he had taken his pain pill, sometimes he forgets. He said yes. He asked me to put the magnets on his leg so I did. Then he got some vodka. It eventually improved to the point he stopped moaning.
I had heard my phone ring when I was lying down. I checked it after Ron went back to bed and almost had a heart attack when I saw it was my adoptive Mom.
I have told you they only want 1 call a week at a certain time. What I haven't said is they never call me. Ever. I thought my Dad was sick.
I checked my voicemail and she wanted to know how Ron was doing. I called her back and told her, we chatted a little. See, it doesn't hurt!
I asked them to pray for Ron's leg. They like having a specific request.
I watched some Criminal Minds for a while. Eventually I will eat my leftover pizza and the to-go macaroni I bought at the Walmart deli.
But today was good. Ron and I actually talked. Admittedly, it ranged from things like "I am worried my blood sugar is creeping up" to "I think Torbie runs a little constipated". It was nice. I wish I could get more of that.
I have proven I don't need a lot of money to be content, but I do need some positive attention and the occasional affirmation. Give me that and I will (and have) walk through fire for you.
[sigh]
Ron was willing to go, and actually went. He lectured the driver all the way there. The poor driver looked so weary. At one point Ron asked him "Have I told you?" and the driver replied "Yes, many times."
We got to Walmart and I left Ron up front. I did my shopping. I did it in less than a half hour, including checkout, and got back to Ron. I was able to get everything on my list. If I'd had more time I would have checked out pet food canisters but I didn't have time. I did get the litter, though.
Ron said he "didn't want anything". I knew that meant "Get me some chicken strips" and I was right, he was thrilled and ate them then and there.
Ron called Arturo and we went home, Arturo put everything in the garage. Very nice. I put everything away and got Ron in the house. He drank a little and laid down for a nap.
Torbie got on the box and had a little trouble moving a bowel movement. I decided I would buy the "old cat" formula by Royal Canin because it has added fiber and specifically helps with that. Not to mention they make the irresistable urinary formula - she can't stay away from it when I have it out for Biscuit. If "one" food is "yummy" I am sure the other one will be, too. I also got that carrier I had been thinking about, which put me over the limit for free shipping.
I am curious to see how she likes it. Baby Girl can keep eating the Blue Wilderness.
I stayed up for a little but then lay down. I was pretty wired from caffeine and had a hard time drifting off. I finally did and Ron started moaning. He had nerve pain in his leg. He carried on for a while before I got up. I asked if he had taken his pain pill, sometimes he forgets. He said yes. He asked me to put the magnets on his leg so I did. Then he got some vodka. It eventually improved to the point he stopped moaning.
I had heard my phone ring when I was lying down. I checked it after Ron went back to bed and almost had a heart attack when I saw it was my adoptive Mom.
I have told you they only want 1 call a week at a certain time. What I haven't said is they never call me. Ever. I thought my Dad was sick.
I checked my voicemail and she wanted to know how Ron was doing. I called her back and told her, we chatted a little. See, it doesn't hurt!
I asked them to pray for Ron's leg. They like having a specific request.
I watched some Criminal Minds for a while. Eventually I will eat my leftover pizza and the to-go macaroni I bought at the Walmart deli.
But today was good. Ron and I actually talked. Admittedly, it ranged from things like "I am worried my blood sugar is creeping up" to "I think Torbie runs a little constipated". It was nice. I wish I could get more of that.
I have proven I don't need a lot of money to be content, but I do need some positive attention and the occasional affirmation. Give me that and I will (and have) walk through fire for you.
[sigh]
Monday, March 25, 2019
A long Monday
Oh, that was a long day. I'm not even sorry I overslept. I woke up about half an hour before our pickup.
We went to work, he was awful. We came home. He was awful. He got a little better when I helped him dress. And that's the thing I don't get. He is dependent on a caregiver. You would think he would treat me better if for no other reason than needing me. But it seems the more he needs, the worse he gets.
Gonna hate to see where we end up in 10 years.
So I got him dressed in non magnetic clothes, sandals, made sure he had his insurance and credit card. Our ride arrived, happily a big van, and we loaded Ron.
We picked up a guy who spoke VERY poor English and had a heavy spanish accent. We drove him over 20 miles to dialysis and I really doubt he was even here legally. He had a heavy suitcase he forced the driver to handle, both entering and exiting the vehicle.
We finally got to the imaging center. It is affiliated with the large hospital chain that handled Ron after his accident. They had ALL his data in their computer. It was about an hour before they were ready to scan him (and of course I had to do the paperwork). By this point Ron is in a better mood.
The scanner we had signed up to use was not really wheelchair accessible. Ron had to "walk" down a few stairs. He did OK. The tech took him off.
I didn't see him for a half hour. 15 minutes in I figured they were doing OK. Later Ron told me they were able to put pillows under his knees but his back STILL hurt by the end of the exam.
Then they came back. Ron called to get our ride home. It was over an hour before they showed, and another hour to get home in Houston city rush hour traffic.
It was a very long day. When we got home, I had to feed the cats and change the litter box. Ron has gone to bed, can't blame him. I am pretty exhausted but plan to stay up for a little bit.
Ron made a trip to Walmart for us tomorrow when I told him I was planning to take a bus to Walmart tomorrow. We will see if he keeps it.
But at least I am done with today.
We went to work, he was awful. We came home. He was awful. He got a little better when I helped him dress. And that's the thing I don't get. He is dependent on a caregiver. You would think he would treat me better if for no other reason than needing me. But it seems the more he needs, the worse he gets.
Gonna hate to see where we end up in 10 years.
So I got him dressed in non magnetic clothes, sandals, made sure he had his insurance and credit card. Our ride arrived, happily a big van, and we loaded Ron.
We picked up a guy who spoke VERY poor English and had a heavy spanish accent. We drove him over 20 miles to dialysis and I really doubt he was even here legally. He had a heavy suitcase he forced the driver to handle, both entering and exiting the vehicle.
We finally got to the imaging center. It is affiliated with the large hospital chain that handled Ron after his accident. They had ALL his data in their computer. It was about an hour before they were ready to scan him (and of course I had to do the paperwork). By this point Ron is in a better mood.
The scanner we had signed up to use was not really wheelchair accessible. Ron had to "walk" down a few stairs. He did OK. The tech took him off.
I didn't see him for a half hour. 15 minutes in I figured they were doing OK. Later Ron told me they were able to put pillows under his knees but his back STILL hurt by the end of the exam.
Then they came back. Ron called to get our ride home. It was over an hour before they showed, and another hour to get home in Houston city rush hour traffic.
It was a very long day. When we got home, I had to feed the cats and change the litter box. Ron has gone to bed, can't blame him. I am pretty exhausted but plan to stay up for a little bit.
Ron made a trip to Walmart for us tomorrow when I told him I was planning to take a bus to Walmart tomorrow. We will see if he keeps it.
But at least I am done with today.
Just incredibly ugly and hateful
Today. Bitter, angry, feeling sorry for himself. Toxic. When I figure out how to upload video I will make one of him going off and share it.
Then he turns around and starts preaching at the driver, after he has already been a complete asshole to him/them. He really thinks he is "doing some good". So smug and condescending, "One day you will be as evolved and spiritual as I am".
He is still going on about drivers "making him blind, because they won't believe". Totally delusional!
I wonder today how I could ever fall in love with him. He is so terrible to me, ongoing. Then says "thanks for helping" like that makes it all better. Right after that back to the abuse.
No wonder I have to take so many crazy pills.
Then he turns around and starts preaching at the driver, after he has already been a complete asshole to him/them. He really thinks he is "doing some good". So smug and condescending, "One day you will be as evolved and spiritual as I am".
He is still going on about drivers "making him blind, because they won't believe". Totally delusional!
I wonder today how I could ever fall in love with him. He is so terrible to me, ongoing. Then says "thanks for helping" like that makes it all better. Right after that back to the abuse.
No wonder I have to take so many crazy pills.
He wants to make it a bad day
Horrible mood. Won't shut up raving and complaining. Very rude to driver and then lectures her about God - very offensive. He is determined to make this a Bad Day and drag me down with him. I have asked him to stop repeatedly and he won't.
I am going to make this a good day anyway.
Sunday, March 24, 2019
A lot of musings on the cats
I got up a little before the alarm, no headache. I got ready for my delivery.
Somehow, I accidentally opened the door to the garage (from garage to outside), when I went out it was wide open. Nothing was gone, good neighborhood.
A nice couple arrived with my stuff and put it in the garage. I signed and they left. And there was a problem - first time I should add.
Some things were missing. They all come from the same part of the store so I am certain there is a bag somewhere with my stuff, laughing at me. I hunted all over the house, it's not there.
Not urgent, but 50 glucose test strips and a pack of shakes, some lemonade.
Ron got up, he was in a pretty good mood. We chatted. He drank and went back to bed.
I moped about my order for a little while (when I get the survey I will tell them what happened and I am sure they will fix it - this is one time out of, like, 8 so not worried. I can always get the test strips in person). I watched some TV and took a nap.
I heard noises in my closet, I was a little creeped out until I heard a sneeze. Ah! Torbie! I called her and she climbed on top of me. She's a good cat. I petted her while she purred on my chest. Then she left me.
I fell asleep for about an hour - I won't get that tomorrow as we will be busy! I woke up with a proto-headache and got up to find Ron drinking in the kitchen. At first he was talking about how much he loved me, I am wonderful, etc. 10 minutes later he told me about a new magic pan that doesn't stick. Since his accident he is susceptible to infomercials and really gets interested in the product. He has bought several useless things but has stopped with the actual purchase.
I told him I have a skillet. I don't need another pan. He turned ugly, all I will say about that. Once he wound down I asked him if he still wanted to pay for pizza - they have a half off coupon today. He said OK and talked to me while I ordered it. He said he didn't want pizza but he was interested in some sort of side dish. I got him some specialty chicken, bbq sauce, bacon, cheese, and chicken bites. He likes those.
Then he made a lot of comments about me being "expensive". He was just willing to spend the same amount of money on a pan (not counting shipping and handling), but balked at spending it on dinner? I think this is how he must have felt the 14 years I was "sick" (unmedicated type 1 bipolar with "extras")
I just now went back there to tell him I fed Baby Girl (they did bring the new food bowls) and he was sweet. I know he is not bipolar but he does have shifts.
I am pretty sure he has "double depression" where one is always depressed, and then, sometimes, it gets a lot worse, then goes up to the "regular' depression. I would bet money on that. I would love to let my doc under his hood. Years ago, Ron actually asked a doctor for an antidepressant that would help him sleep. He took it for a few days and stopped. Frustrating for me.
Although I have to say I knew lithium was "it" for me a few days after starting it, I realized I needed it more than I needed air, and I told Ron so when he expressed worry I had become a bit of a zombie. The Wellbutrin took about 6 weeks to really kick in, I remember that was a bad time waiting. But everything else pretty much worked from the start.
Speaking of doctors, I need to see a primary, not urgent, but not liking my blood sugar numbers. I think maybe some metformin would be a good idea before it gets bad. I also need to get all my blood tests.
But I just remembered I have to see my doc and get all my refills next pay period. There goes that disposable! I thank God I have a doctor, and medication. I don't mind paying (especially doc, he just covers expenses with what he charges).
So I will see the psychiatrist this pay period, save a little for my vet visit in a few months, pay for my medication. There goes the disposable. Next month I can see the primary and get my blood tests. It can wait.
My mind is a LITTLE more important! [laugh]
I have thought about taking Torbie into the vet to get her claws trimmed. Trimmed. I would never declaw a cat, I have seen it done twice and it is horrible. I hope I never see that again. It was heart rending.
Anyway, Torbie has a few claw issues. She likes to put them on my face during cuddle time, she puts them on Ron's leg when begging for treats, and she gets stuck in the back of the wheelchair sharpening her claws on it. I don't want her to hurt herself. I don't want her to hurt us - although it doesn't really hurt.
I have decided I would take her in for a trim if she were a younger cat. But she is probably 15 years old, pretty ancient. She fights, she always does. It takes 2 of them to restrain her. And she is very old. I don't want her getting hurt. If she broke a leg or something I would probably have to put her down, and I sure don't want that. I will not take her in unless she starts getting stuck more often and is at risk of hurting herself anyway.
I do plan to get her manicured :p during "our" checkup and shots in July. That's why I want to start saving now. 3 cats x exam and shots adds up to quite a bit. Last year Ron did not offer to help. It didn't matter, I had the money saved, and I enjoyed telling him I had already done it. I think he was going to make me beg a little. If nothing else he should be paying for Baby Girl.
Although Torbie is on the condo in his room right now looking adorable. She likes hanging out with him on the condo, BG won't let Torbie anywhere near the bed. Biscuit avoids it too, BG is pretty possessive.
When he tells people about the cats, he always mentions how Baby Girl cries all over the house looking for him whenever he is in the hospital.
I need to write up directions on how to care for the cats if I am ever laid up in the hospital. Who gets what food? How much? I have to stand over them? What about the litter box? Yeah, I need to do that.
Short term if I was out of town I would just board Biscuit at the vet. He wouldn't like that much but he'd sure be happy to see me pick him up.
He was, last time!
Somehow, I accidentally opened the door to the garage (from garage to outside), when I went out it was wide open. Nothing was gone, good neighborhood.
A nice couple arrived with my stuff and put it in the garage. I signed and they left. And there was a problem - first time I should add.
Some things were missing. They all come from the same part of the store so I am certain there is a bag somewhere with my stuff, laughing at me. I hunted all over the house, it's not there.
Not urgent, but 50 glucose test strips and a pack of shakes, some lemonade.
Ron got up, he was in a pretty good mood. We chatted. He drank and went back to bed.
I moped about my order for a little while (when I get the survey I will tell them what happened and I am sure they will fix it - this is one time out of, like, 8 so not worried. I can always get the test strips in person). I watched some TV and took a nap.
I heard noises in my closet, I was a little creeped out until I heard a sneeze. Ah! Torbie! I called her and she climbed on top of me. She's a good cat. I petted her while she purred on my chest. Then she left me.
I fell asleep for about an hour - I won't get that tomorrow as we will be busy! I woke up with a proto-headache and got up to find Ron drinking in the kitchen. At first he was talking about how much he loved me, I am wonderful, etc. 10 minutes later he told me about a new magic pan that doesn't stick. Since his accident he is susceptible to infomercials and really gets interested in the product. He has bought several useless things but has stopped with the actual purchase.
I told him I have a skillet. I don't need another pan. He turned ugly, all I will say about that. Once he wound down I asked him if he still wanted to pay for pizza - they have a half off coupon today. He said OK and talked to me while I ordered it. He said he didn't want pizza but he was interested in some sort of side dish. I got him some specialty chicken, bbq sauce, bacon, cheese, and chicken bites. He likes those.
Then he made a lot of comments about me being "expensive". He was just willing to spend the same amount of money on a pan (not counting shipping and handling), but balked at spending it on dinner? I think this is how he must have felt the 14 years I was "sick" (unmedicated type 1 bipolar with "extras")
I just now went back there to tell him I fed Baby Girl (they did bring the new food bowls) and he was sweet. I know he is not bipolar but he does have shifts.
I am pretty sure he has "double depression" where one is always depressed, and then, sometimes, it gets a lot worse, then goes up to the "regular' depression. I would bet money on that. I would love to let my doc under his hood. Years ago, Ron actually asked a doctor for an antidepressant that would help him sleep. He took it for a few days and stopped. Frustrating for me.
Although I have to say I knew lithium was "it" for me a few days after starting it, I realized I needed it more than I needed air, and I told Ron so when he expressed worry I had become a bit of a zombie. The Wellbutrin took about 6 weeks to really kick in, I remember that was a bad time waiting. But everything else pretty much worked from the start.
Speaking of doctors, I need to see a primary, not urgent, but not liking my blood sugar numbers. I think maybe some metformin would be a good idea before it gets bad. I also need to get all my blood tests.
But I just remembered I have to see my doc and get all my refills next pay period. There goes that disposable! I thank God I have a doctor, and medication. I don't mind paying (especially doc, he just covers expenses with what he charges).
So I will see the psychiatrist this pay period, save a little for my vet visit in a few months, pay for my medication. There goes the disposable. Next month I can see the primary and get my blood tests. It can wait.
My mind is a LITTLE more important! [laugh]
I have thought about taking Torbie into the vet to get her claws trimmed. Trimmed. I would never declaw a cat, I have seen it done twice and it is horrible. I hope I never see that again. It was heart rending.
Anyway, Torbie has a few claw issues. She likes to put them on my face during cuddle time, she puts them on Ron's leg when begging for treats, and she gets stuck in the back of the wheelchair sharpening her claws on it. I don't want her to hurt herself. I don't want her to hurt us - although it doesn't really hurt.
I have decided I would take her in for a trim if she were a younger cat. But she is probably 15 years old, pretty ancient. She fights, she always does. It takes 2 of them to restrain her. And she is very old. I don't want her getting hurt. If she broke a leg or something I would probably have to put her down, and I sure don't want that. I will not take her in unless she starts getting stuck more often and is at risk of hurting herself anyway.
I do plan to get her manicured :p during "our" checkup and shots in July. That's why I want to start saving now. 3 cats x exam and shots adds up to quite a bit. Last year Ron did not offer to help. It didn't matter, I had the money saved, and I enjoyed telling him I had already done it. I think he was going to make me beg a little. If nothing else he should be paying for Baby Girl.
Although Torbie is on the condo in his room right now looking adorable. She likes hanging out with him on the condo, BG won't let Torbie anywhere near the bed. Biscuit avoids it too, BG is pretty possessive.
When he tells people about the cats, he always mentions how Baby Girl cries all over the house looking for him whenever he is in the hospital.
I need to write up directions on how to care for the cats if I am ever laid up in the hospital. Who gets what food? How much? I have to stand over them? What about the litter box? Yeah, I need to do that.
Short term if I was out of town I would just board Biscuit at the vet. He wouldn't like that much but he'd sure be happy to see me pick him up.
He was, last time!
Saturday, March 23, 2019
Saturday
I was OK until I got up from my nap.
I slept OK, we did our warehouse run and take it all to work. We had the same guy we've been having every Saturday morning. He took us to pick up a guy at a fancy apartment, and then take him to a housing symposium.
I helped Ron a lot, but it was a hectic day. It didn't help when I accidentally knocked a case of soda off a cart and a can exploded all over the floor. I had to clean it all up.
That's with helping Ron with urgent things like "I need another case of bottled water". I put everything away, compacted it all. Ron asked if I would have time for snacks and I laughed at him, not a nice laugh.
But that's what happens when he does a short day. We finished up and went out to wait on our ride. He came pretty fast, a really nice man from Kenya. We had a straight trip.
We got home, I had a cheese stick, let Biscuit have a lick, and then took a nap. Biscuit flopped on top of me. He was adorable, I didn't care that he was crushing my foot into the mattress. He's still a big boy even though he's lost weight.
I do wonder if his skin will still hang down after he loses the weight, or will it retract? We shall see.
My alarm went off right about the time I fell asleep. I thought about sleeping in a little, but a headache lurked so I got up, carefully pulling my foot out from under Biscuit, without disturbing him.
Ron was not in his bed. Where is Ron? I found him near the kitchen, slumped over in his wheelchair, his phone on the floor. I put the phone away. He woke up on his own a couple minutes later and decided to go to bed. I don't think that is a good call.
Not if he wants to go get BBQ later. Our ride comes in 10-15 minutes. I just checked. More like 20.
He is very sluggish and sleepy. I think this is a bad combination. But maybe it will work out OK.
Our ride was late, and then got stuck in traffic on the way. We finally got there. I ordered the pancakes. Ron had ribs and chicken.
Our ride home was on time, a nice guy. We also had a straight trip and avoided a road Ron hates, that some use as a short cut to take us home.
#8 is having a huge party, packs of children from toddler up to teenagers roaming the neighborhood, wandering around in my driveway, screaming conversation at each other for several minutes. I looked out a couple of times. One of those times they must have seen me because they moved on.
I already cleaned the litter box earlier. I just now cleaned the water fountain. Baby Girl is crying to go out in the garage. I let her out.
Now I need to call my parents. Oddly enough Youtube is playing "Master of Puppets".
And they sent me to voicemail, an hour later a text saying let's talk tomorrow. The trick for me is investing just enough into parental relationships. Not expecting too much, having a lot of understanding, etc. I just don't get the whole "Call us this one day and time" and then they are constantly busy. Why not have me call a different day? Do I "need" to talk to them? No. I remember a couple of times back in CA I would go so long between phone calls my Dad would call me. I am trying to give respect.
I don't know if I mentioned it, but I made another Walmart order, it is coming tomorrow. I have room for new frozen foods since I cleaned out the freezer. Ron has been talking a lot about my lentils. I heated up the last bag last night for him. He loved them.
I told him I would make more if he wanted, and he said yes. So I will probably make more lentils tomorrow for him, and freeze most of it. He has a lot of food from today, he didn't touch his pork ribs, just worked on eating his chicken quarter. He got a rib dinner in addition to that.
I got pancakes and ate half, then checked my blood sugar 2 hours later. Not great. So I may not finish them. I certainly don't want to eat something if it's harming me.
But I got good things like yogurt, greens, etc. in my order. Also more test strips so I can keep an eye on my sugar.
Those kids with #8 are feral, they keep running wild, screaming and yelling, all over everyone's property. And some of them are older teenagers. I am so glad I locked up the cats.
So, I did everything for the cats today. Helped Ron at work, he said repeatedly I had been a big help. Took Ron out to dinner so he could get his BBQ. That took forever.
But I saw a sign on the door they do Uber eats so that may work for us. I will look into it.
I think I will go to bed early tonight.
I slept OK, we did our warehouse run and take it all to work. We had the same guy we've been having every Saturday morning. He took us to pick up a guy at a fancy apartment, and then take him to a housing symposium.
I helped Ron a lot, but it was a hectic day. It didn't help when I accidentally knocked a case of soda off a cart and a can exploded all over the floor. I had to clean it all up.
That's with helping Ron with urgent things like "I need another case of bottled water". I put everything away, compacted it all. Ron asked if I would have time for snacks and I laughed at him, not a nice laugh.
But that's what happens when he does a short day. We finished up and went out to wait on our ride. He came pretty fast, a really nice man from Kenya. We had a straight trip.
We got home, I had a cheese stick, let Biscuit have a lick, and then took a nap. Biscuit flopped on top of me. He was adorable, I didn't care that he was crushing my foot into the mattress. He's still a big boy even though he's lost weight.
I do wonder if his skin will still hang down after he loses the weight, or will it retract? We shall see.
My alarm went off right about the time I fell asleep. I thought about sleeping in a little, but a headache lurked so I got up, carefully pulling my foot out from under Biscuit, without disturbing him.
Ron was not in his bed. Where is Ron? I found him near the kitchen, slumped over in his wheelchair, his phone on the floor. I put the phone away. He woke up on his own a couple minutes later and decided to go to bed. I don't think that is a good call.
Not if he wants to go get BBQ later. Our ride comes in 10-15 minutes. I just checked. More like 20.
He is very sluggish and sleepy. I think this is a bad combination. But maybe it will work out OK.
Our ride was late, and then got stuck in traffic on the way. We finally got there. I ordered the pancakes. Ron had ribs and chicken.
Our ride home was on time, a nice guy. We also had a straight trip and avoided a road Ron hates, that some use as a short cut to take us home.
#8 is having a huge party, packs of children from toddler up to teenagers roaming the neighborhood, wandering around in my driveway, screaming conversation at each other for several minutes. I looked out a couple of times. One of those times they must have seen me because they moved on.
I already cleaned the litter box earlier. I just now cleaned the water fountain. Baby Girl is crying to go out in the garage. I let her out.
Now I need to call my parents. Oddly enough Youtube is playing "Master of Puppets".
And they sent me to voicemail, an hour later a text saying let's talk tomorrow. The trick for me is investing just enough into parental relationships. Not expecting too much, having a lot of understanding, etc. I just don't get the whole "Call us this one day and time" and then they are constantly busy. Why not have me call a different day? Do I "need" to talk to them? No. I remember a couple of times back in CA I would go so long between phone calls my Dad would call me. I am trying to give respect.
I don't know if I mentioned it, but I made another Walmart order, it is coming tomorrow. I have room for new frozen foods since I cleaned out the freezer. Ron has been talking a lot about my lentils. I heated up the last bag last night for him. He loved them.
I told him I would make more if he wanted, and he said yes. So I will probably make more lentils tomorrow for him, and freeze most of it. He has a lot of food from today, he didn't touch his pork ribs, just worked on eating his chicken quarter. He got a rib dinner in addition to that.
I got pancakes and ate half, then checked my blood sugar 2 hours later. Not great. So I may not finish them. I certainly don't want to eat something if it's harming me.
But I got good things like yogurt, greens, etc. in my order. Also more test strips so I can keep an eye on my sugar.
Those kids with #8 are feral, they keep running wild, screaming and yelling, all over everyone's property. And some of them are older teenagers. I am so glad I locked up the cats.
So, I did everything for the cats today. Helped Ron at work, he said repeatedly I had been a big help. Took Ron out to dinner so he could get his BBQ. That took forever.
But I saw a sign on the door they do Uber eats so that may work for us. I will look into it.
I think I will go to bed early tonight.
Friday, March 22, 2019
"Just heat it up"
I told Ron when I left the house this morning. I thought it was cute, when I came back my old Ron was blasting classic rock on his speakers, which he had just repaired. He had broken them during a drunken blackout, but managed to get them going again while I'm gone.
It's amazing what that man can do when he's sober. After talking to him for a while and doing my blog, I took a nap.
Biscuit joined me. He was the most precious, adorable, cat ever. He draped his body across mine, purring. Such a good boy. I never regret spending money on him. He is worth it.
We had a very nice cuddle. When Ron is ugly to me it takes money out of my love bank. I can end up feeling "overdrawn". When one of the cats loves on me like that, it makes a good deposit.
Ron has been very decent today. He just remembered, on his own, he needs to make trips for tomorrow and Monday, for the MRI. I really hope the MRI goes well and we can get some answers as to what is wrong.
I know something is, he can't even stand up. But it has been nice today.
2 things I need to do: clean out the tub so Ron can take a bath (his feet are pretty bad) and clean out the fridge/freezer, get rid of everything I'm not going to eat in the short term.
Walmart delivery is open this weekend, and Tuesday, so I just need to figure out when I want to have my food arrive.
Oh, and a third thing, cancel my produce delivery. The prices are not competitive with Walmart, a lot of times they are out of what I want, and I have a question or two about the quality. So I will probably go do that first. I feel a little bad, but not bad enough to give them my money ongoing when I could be buying more produce and having it delivered when I want (instead of random times). I am going to do that first.
Well, that wasn't too awful but they did ask me a lot of questions why I left. I finally told the truth "Can get 2x as much at Walmart for the same price". And, if I can, and get it delivered when I want, shouldn't I?
Edit to add, they sent me a "breakup letter" with appeals to emotion. It's business. Either you are providing what I want, or not. Price and reliability are important to me, don't try to make me feel bad for that.
Done with the fridge, Ron says he isn't taking a bath tonight so no need to clean the tub. I guess I will make my delivery order.
I made my delivery order. I got some precooked "just heat it up" foods we should both enjoy. I also bought a trash can for the new cat food. I am going to put the sack into the clean can, and leave the food in the sack. The sack zips up.
I may add some sliced cheese to the order, but I already have a 2 pound block, and a lot of cheese sticks. I definitely have enough food coming to last me another week or so.
It was amazing how much room I had when I cleaned out the freezer. I even found some sausage patties, something I had considered buying. Glad I found them, first.
Ron and I had a little battle of the bands, playing music. He was happy when I reported his volume level was barely discernable in the garage..
I did say something on Facebook. An acquaintence of mine was posting on a "suicide" thread. "I'm going to do it, you have to stop me" kind of thing.
That sort of bullshit will get me from zero to pissed in half a second. I have been suicidal much of my life, and I have NEVER pulled that crap, so don't say he "had" to get out the drama. No, he wanted a lot of attention and to have a bunch of random strangers tell him how valuable he was.
When you pull that shit, you ruin it for those who really suffer. Probably one of those "I got rejected at a bar so I will say I'm suicidal and get lots of attention" stuff. And you can tell it's BS because they're not telling anyone who can help them, they are just seeking attention from random internet strangers. A real sufferer, like me, seeks out help.
I went to professionals the 2 times I felt I couldn't fight any more. Both times I got help, and got out of that depression. But just to whine and moan and throw that around, just to get attention - oh, I find it infuriating.
So I said a little of that, and I also reminded the 28 people posting in the thread (see why he did it?) they could report the post to Facebook, and they would send authorities to investigate. Two clicks.
If you know the person call 911, when the police and the mental health team show up they will quit their games real quick. Stating you are suicidal is all it takes for them to put you in a mental hospital. The last time they didn't because I didn't have insurance. But they probably should have.
No one has told me but I have literally no doubt in my head my mother pulled this kind of bullshit, and she never killed herself. She tried a few times, some of them not very "good" attempts, the kind of thing you do when you want to be "saved". She did it at least once in front of me. I have no doubt she used it as a weapon/game. One reason I can't abide that crap.
If someone is determined to do it odds are they are not going to say anything. If someone says "I'm thinking about killing myself" encourage them to seek help. Don't tearfully try to argue them out of it. That's what game players want. A truly ill person will hear you say "This is a medical emergency, just like a stroke or heart attack, and I think we should call 911". A game player will try to talk you out of it. There are a lot of personality disorders that use this as a weapon. Don't let it be used against you.
Ron has never pulled that BS, he is the first to tell you God hates suicide. He does stupid things like mix things with alcohol but he has never actively tried to do it.
But it just disgusted me to see how many playing his game "Please don't do it! I don't know you but I love you!" etc. It's a game. No more, no less.
If you really think someone might do it call 911, or, on Facebook, report it. They will handle it, it's not your job.
It's amazing what that man can do when he's sober. After talking to him for a while and doing my blog, I took a nap.
Biscuit joined me. He was the most precious, adorable, cat ever. He draped his body across mine, purring. Such a good boy. I never regret spending money on him. He is worth it.
We had a very nice cuddle. When Ron is ugly to me it takes money out of my love bank. I can end up feeling "overdrawn". When one of the cats loves on me like that, it makes a good deposit.
Ron has been very decent today. He just remembered, on his own, he needs to make trips for tomorrow and Monday, for the MRI. I really hope the MRI goes well and we can get some answers as to what is wrong.
I know something is, he can't even stand up. But it has been nice today.
2 things I need to do: clean out the tub so Ron can take a bath (his feet are pretty bad) and clean out the fridge/freezer, get rid of everything I'm not going to eat in the short term.
Walmart delivery is open this weekend, and Tuesday, so I just need to figure out when I want to have my food arrive.
Oh, and a third thing, cancel my produce delivery. The prices are not competitive with Walmart, a lot of times they are out of what I want, and I have a question or two about the quality. So I will probably go do that first. I feel a little bad, but not bad enough to give them my money ongoing when I could be buying more produce and having it delivered when I want (instead of random times). I am going to do that first.
Well, that wasn't too awful but they did ask me a lot of questions why I left. I finally told the truth "Can get 2x as much at Walmart for the same price". And, if I can, and get it delivered when I want, shouldn't I?
Edit to add, they sent me a "breakup letter" with appeals to emotion. It's business. Either you are providing what I want, or not. Price and reliability are important to me, don't try to make me feel bad for that.
Done with the fridge, Ron says he isn't taking a bath tonight so no need to clean the tub. I guess I will make my delivery order.
I made my delivery order. I got some precooked "just heat it up" foods we should both enjoy. I also bought a trash can for the new cat food. I am going to put the sack into the clean can, and leave the food in the sack. The sack zips up.
I may add some sliced cheese to the order, but I already have a 2 pound block, and a lot of cheese sticks. I definitely have enough food coming to last me another week or so.
It was amazing how much room I had when I cleaned out the freezer. I even found some sausage patties, something I had considered buying. Glad I found them, first.
Ron and I had a little battle of the bands, playing music. He was happy when I reported his volume level was barely discernable in the garage..
I did say something on Facebook. An acquaintence of mine was posting on a "suicide" thread. "I'm going to do it, you have to stop me" kind of thing.
That sort of bullshit will get me from zero to pissed in half a second. I have been suicidal much of my life, and I have NEVER pulled that crap, so don't say he "had" to get out the drama. No, he wanted a lot of attention and to have a bunch of random strangers tell him how valuable he was.
When you pull that shit, you ruin it for those who really suffer. Probably one of those "I got rejected at a bar so I will say I'm suicidal and get lots of attention" stuff. And you can tell it's BS because they're not telling anyone who can help them, they are just seeking attention from random internet strangers. A real sufferer, like me, seeks out help.
I went to professionals the 2 times I felt I couldn't fight any more. Both times I got help, and got out of that depression. But just to whine and moan and throw that around, just to get attention - oh, I find it infuriating.
So I said a little of that, and I also reminded the 28 people posting in the thread (see why he did it?) they could report the post to Facebook, and they would send authorities to investigate. Two clicks.
If you know the person call 911, when the police and the mental health team show up they will quit their games real quick. Stating you are suicidal is all it takes for them to put you in a mental hospital. The last time they didn't because I didn't have insurance. But they probably should have.
No one has told me but I have literally no doubt in my head my mother pulled this kind of bullshit, and she never killed herself. She tried a few times, some of them not very "good" attempts, the kind of thing you do when you want to be "saved". She did it at least once in front of me. I have no doubt she used it as a weapon/game. One reason I can't abide that crap.
If someone is determined to do it odds are they are not going to say anything. If someone says "I'm thinking about killing myself" encourage them to seek help. Don't tearfully try to argue them out of it. That's what game players want. A truly ill person will hear you say "This is a medical emergency, just like a stroke or heart attack, and I think we should call 911". A game player will try to talk you out of it. There are a lot of personality disorders that use this as a weapon. Don't let it be used against you.
Ron has never pulled that BS, he is the first to tell you God hates suicide. He does stupid things like mix things with alcohol but he has never actively tried to do it.
But it just disgusted me to see how many playing his game "Please don't do it! I don't know you but I love you!" etc. It's a game. No more, no less.
If you really think someone might do it call 911, or, on Facebook, report it. They will handle it, it's not your job.
Friday Morning
An interesting morning. I got up and got ready to go.
The plan: go to the vet, donate the canned food. Buy a bag of Biscuit's food. Come home. Go to BBQ place.
But Ron cancelled the BBQ place. He was having back pain and they were going to leave us there "too long".
I know there is a donut place on the street, not far from my house (maybe 1 mile). Years ago a friend brought us donuts from there. I decided I would ask Chuck to run us by on the way home from the vet.
I had moved everything into the garage last night, so when Chuck came I went out, put up the door, and put everything in the truck. We went to the vet.
They were surprised to see so much cat food. They sent one of the techs out to help. I was given a discount on Biscuit's food. I didn't ask, but I thought it was nice.
The tech asked the receptionist what they were going to do with the food, she said "Donate it". So there it is.
They gave me an enormous bag of food, it will take Biscuit months to eat through this! It was about $20 cheaper than Chewy. Even before the discount it was still about $10 cheaper. So I will definitely be shopping with them. Even if I have to spend a little on a ride, I can get good fresh food for cheap.
I would pay whatever it took to make Biscuit healthy, but happily I can afford this stuff.
I forgot to ask about Biscuit and cheese. Maybe I will send them an email. It's not urgent but I do need to know if it will harm him. Biscuit loves his cheese and is never happier than when he is licking a piece of cheese (a lot of licking, very few nibbles). If he can have "his" cheese that would be great.
We will see. So we finished up at the vet and went to the donut shop. I got Chuck something. I saw Boudain kolaches. I got one for Ron. I got 2 fritters for myself. They gave me some bonus donut holes. I got a 20 ounce Diet Coke. All of it about $8. Not bad! And it was a very nice, clean, shop. Nice owners. I would definitely go back, and sadly it is within walking distance.
Chuck said, if my aunt moves, he could help me get to my doctor. That's something I never considered.
We got home. I thought it was cute/sweet. Both times I had to move the bag of cat food, the "men" did it. It is 17 pounds. Not that much to me. I do a lot of heavy lifting. But they wanted to help so I accepted with gratitude.
Chuck left. I took Ron his Kolache. He ate about half, said it was good, but next time get the spicy. OK. He tends to complain a lot about heartburn when he eats the spicy these days.
I got the cat food in the house and then sat down with a fritter. It was huge, half the size of Biscuit. It was very good. I could tell it was apple. I ate it with the Diet Coke (balance in everything) and took my pills. My mood was pretty good and I wanted to keep it that way. I could only eat the one. I put the other in the fridge. Ron came in the kitchen and drank some vodka, put the leftover kolache away.
The cats are very frisky today, running around the house, wanted to go out in the garage. I am really pleased with the garage. I have made a huge dent in it.
We aren't going anywhere today but I may think about a Walmart order for later. I have plenty of dairy but maybe some other stuff? I will think about it.
I would probably get it for Tuesday, as we have the MRI appointment for Monday after work. I need to go remind Ron of that.
The plan: go to the vet, donate the canned food. Buy a bag of Biscuit's food. Come home. Go to BBQ place.
But Ron cancelled the BBQ place. He was having back pain and they were going to leave us there "too long".
I know there is a donut place on the street, not far from my house (maybe 1 mile). Years ago a friend brought us donuts from there. I decided I would ask Chuck to run us by on the way home from the vet.
I had moved everything into the garage last night, so when Chuck came I went out, put up the door, and put everything in the truck. We went to the vet.
They were surprised to see so much cat food. They sent one of the techs out to help. I was given a discount on Biscuit's food. I didn't ask, but I thought it was nice.
The tech asked the receptionist what they were going to do with the food, she said "Donate it". So there it is.
They gave me an enormous bag of food, it will take Biscuit months to eat through this! It was about $20 cheaper than Chewy. Even before the discount it was still about $10 cheaper. So I will definitely be shopping with them. Even if I have to spend a little on a ride, I can get good fresh food for cheap.
I would pay whatever it took to make Biscuit healthy, but happily I can afford this stuff.
I forgot to ask about Biscuit and cheese. Maybe I will send them an email. It's not urgent but I do need to know if it will harm him. Biscuit loves his cheese and is never happier than when he is licking a piece of cheese (a lot of licking, very few nibbles). If he can have "his" cheese that would be great.
We will see. So we finished up at the vet and went to the donut shop. I got Chuck something. I saw Boudain kolaches. I got one for Ron. I got 2 fritters for myself. They gave me some bonus donut holes. I got a 20 ounce Diet Coke. All of it about $8. Not bad! And it was a very nice, clean, shop. Nice owners. I would definitely go back, and sadly it is within walking distance.
Chuck said, if my aunt moves, he could help me get to my doctor. That's something I never considered.
We got home. I thought it was cute/sweet. Both times I had to move the bag of cat food, the "men" did it. It is 17 pounds. Not that much to me. I do a lot of heavy lifting. But they wanted to help so I accepted with gratitude.
Chuck left. I took Ron his Kolache. He ate about half, said it was good, but next time get the spicy. OK. He tends to complain a lot about heartburn when he eats the spicy these days.
I got the cat food in the house and then sat down with a fritter. It was huge, half the size of Biscuit. It was very good. I could tell it was apple. I ate it with the Diet Coke (balance in everything) and took my pills. My mood was pretty good and I wanted to keep it that way. I could only eat the one. I put the other in the fridge. Ron came in the kitchen and drank some vodka, put the leftover kolache away.
The cats are very frisky today, running around the house, wanted to go out in the garage. I am really pleased with the garage. I have made a huge dent in it.
We aren't going anywhere today but I may think about a Walmart order for later. I have plenty of dairy but maybe some other stuff? I will think about it.
I would probably get it for Tuesday, as we have the MRI appointment for Monday after work. I need to go remind Ron of that.
Thursday, March 21, 2019
Thursday
I've been sleeping OK but still fairly depressed.
I actually overslept by about an hour this morning, I'm surprised Biscuit didn't pester me for breakfast. But he's a good boy, and patient. I did feed him first when I got up.
I am glad I figured out feeding the girls. I was putting their food in one big bowl and letting them share, but they can get a little food aggressive, hissing and smacking at each other (they're rescues). I got two plastic food storage containers and serve them out of that. One for each, set a ways apart.
Got to take care of the babies. Then I checked Ron and made sure he was OK, got dressed, off to work.
Work was pretty uneventful. The machines looked pretty good when I left but I will need to buy more candy bars on Saturday. I don't need any Snickers but I do need the rest. And they cannot abide the fruit and nut granola bars. They won't touch them. Them, and the biscotti. I thought I could class the place up a bit with some fancy Italian cookies but no way, no how. Oh, well.
I did (with Ron's approval) pass a few out to various customers and ask them to let their friends know where to buy them, if they liked it. I remember when I was hospitalized for depression they were handing out cases of Skor candy bars at my school. Every kid had a couple of cases each. I remember one boy I liked, all he would eat were Skor because he had gotten them for free. He didn't eat a lot of sweets, so when he ate one he went for the "free" candy. I heard later he went into the military.
Other than that, unremarkable. Ron ate one of his sandwiches, and liked it. It's always good to eat the merchandise now and then so you can say "Yes, this is good and I eat it myself". One of our picky customers "caught" Ron at it, did a double-take, and went over and bought one.
We finished up and came home. I drank a protein shake and took my pills. I had forgotten to take it in the morning. I have my allergy pill (Loratadine) in there and I was feeling the lack. Houston is having a perfect storm of allergies right about now, various pollens and an industrial fire on one side (not mine) of town.
I also took the insoles out of my shoes, which made them oddly more comfortable than they were with the insole. Go figure that out. I am just happy my feet are pleased.
That's one good thing Ron did for me, always told me to take good care of my feet.
After I took my pills, I sat up for a little while and then took a nap. Torbie joined me. I really try not to play favorites, but it is always good to see her. We had a nice time with me petting her, purring, and for a change no claws on my face (she likes to put her paw on my face with the claws out). I caught all 3 cats drinking out of the water fountain today. That makes me really happy, right now I feel I am giving them 98% of what they need. I do have a little question about putting Torbie on a senior formula.
I had a pretty good nap, woke up with a headache. I managed to kill it. I got on the computer for a while. I started thinking about the canned cat food again, and decided I should make some phone calls. First, I called Chuck, went to voicemail. I tried to leave a "can you help me" message without sounding like the person who calls when they only need help.
Then I called the vet. They were thrilled at getting a couple hundred cans of cat food. Yes, it's a lot of money, but I can't feed 2 cats and leave the third crying in the dark. He won't understand. It's more fair to feed just dry for now. I also asked them to put a bag of Biscuit's food on hold for me to buy tomorrow.
So I'll drop off the canned, and walk away with dry. After a while, Chuck called me back. Yes, he can help. Good. I just need to get the food out in the garage tonight so I can put it in his SUV tomorrow.
Ron really did have a great idea, using the garage as an airlock. I thought it wouldn't work, but I am happy to report I was wrong!
So it isn't even 3. I will probably watch some TV for a while and then eat a TV dinner. The stew did not turn out very well. The potatoes were black. Apparently you can't freeze them, thaw, and cook in a slow cooker without a revolting blackened appearance. Plus it's greasy. And there were some icky bits of gristle in it. Just an all around disappointment.
I think I'm going to get rid of the raw frozen food on garbage day next week and focus on premade food. At least while I am depressed. I have some things like hamburger and sloppy joe mix, great and easy to fix. I have cooked rice in the freezer (that is the secret to keep it from getting awful "leftover"), I will keep all that. But I have a little bit of some raw chicken and another bag of the beef stew.
It just wasn't good. And I should at least enjoy my food.
I will probably have some fruit and a cheese stick for a snack before I eat dinner, later. Biscuit loves the cheese stick, he recognizes it and starts begging. I hold it down to him and he licks at it a lot, nibbles at it a little. I will ask about this at the vet tomorrow. But it doesn't seem to hurt him. He never eats much, he just likes the flavor in his mouth.
Ron's asleep but I think he just woke up. It's a nice, glorious day and I just want to go back to bed. But I am used to fighting this battle.
Tomorrow I take the cat food to the vet, and buy Biscuit's special formula. Later on Ron is taking me to the BBQ place, he has a craving for pork ribs. I am happy to go with him. I think I will get a sliced beef and some macaroni and cheese.
It will be nice to have someone else cook my dinner. And Ron won't bail on this, he has been talking about it for over a week.
I just hate having to prop myself up when I'm depressed. Off I go to clean the litter box.
I actually overslept by about an hour this morning, I'm surprised Biscuit didn't pester me for breakfast. But he's a good boy, and patient. I did feed him first when I got up.
I am glad I figured out feeding the girls. I was putting their food in one big bowl and letting them share, but they can get a little food aggressive, hissing and smacking at each other (they're rescues). I got two plastic food storage containers and serve them out of that. One for each, set a ways apart.
Got to take care of the babies. Then I checked Ron and made sure he was OK, got dressed, off to work.
Work was pretty uneventful. The machines looked pretty good when I left but I will need to buy more candy bars on Saturday. I don't need any Snickers but I do need the rest. And they cannot abide the fruit and nut granola bars. They won't touch them. Them, and the biscotti. I thought I could class the place up a bit with some fancy Italian cookies but no way, no how. Oh, well.
I did (with Ron's approval) pass a few out to various customers and ask them to let their friends know where to buy them, if they liked it. I remember when I was hospitalized for depression they were handing out cases of Skor candy bars at my school. Every kid had a couple of cases each. I remember one boy I liked, all he would eat were Skor because he had gotten them for free. He didn't eat a lot of sweets, so when he ate one he went for the "free" candy. I heard later he went into the military.
Other than that, unremarkable. Ron ate one of his sandwiches, and liked it. It's always good to eat the merchandise now and then so you can say "Yes, this is good and I eat it myself". One of our picky customers "caught" Ron at it, did a double-take, and went over and bought one.
We finished up and came home. I drank a protein shake and took my pills. I had forgotten to take it in the morning. I have my allergy pill (Loratadine) in there and I was feeling the lack. Houston is having a perfect storm of allergies right about now, various pollens and an industrial fire on one side (not mine) of town.
I also took the insoles out of my shoes, which made them oddly more comfortable than they were with the insole. Go figure that out. I am just happy my feet are pleased.
That's one good thing Ron did for me, always told me to take good care of my feet.
After I took my pills, I sat up for a little while and then took a nap. Torbie joined me. I really try not to play favorites, but it is always good to see her. We had a nice time with me petting her, purring, and for a change no claws on my face (she likes to put her paw on my face with the claws out). I caught all 3 cats drinking out of the water fountain today. That makes me really happy, right now I feel I am giving them 98% of what they need. I do have a little question about putting Torbie on a senior formula.
I had a pretty good nap, woke up with a headache. I managed to kill it. I got on the computer for a while. I started thinking about the canned cat food again, and decided I should make some phone calls. First, I called Chuck, went to voicemail. I tried to leave a "can you help me" message without sounding like the person who calls when they only need help.
Then I called the vet. They were thrilled at getting a couple hundred cans of cat food. Yes, it's a lot of money, but I can't feed 2 cats and leave the third crying in the dark. He won't understand. It's more fair to feed just dry for now. I also asked them to put a bag of Biscuit's food on hold for me to buy tomorrow.
So I'll drop off the canned, and walk away with dry. After a while, Chuck called me back. Yes, he can help. Good. I just need to get the food out in the garage tonight so I can put it in his SUV tomorrow.
Ron really did have a great idea, using the garage as an airlock. I thought it wouldn't work, but I am happy to report I was wrong!
So it isn't even 3. I will probably watch some TV for a while and then eat a TV dinner. The stew did not turn out very well. The potatoes were black. Apparently you can't freeze them, thaw, and cook in a slow cooker without a revolting blackened appearance. Plus it's greasy. And there were some icky bits of gristle in it. Just an all around disappointment.
I think I'm going to get rid of the raw frozen food on garbage day next week and focus on premade food. At least while I am depressed. I have some things like hamburger and sloppy joe mix, great and easy to fix. I have cooked rice in the freezer (that is the secret to keep it from getting awful "leftover"), I will keep all that. But I have a little bit of some raw chicken and another bag of the beef stew.
It just wasn't good. And I should at least enjoy my food.
I will probably have some fruit and a cheese stick for a snack before I eat dinner, later. Biscuit loves the cheese stick, he recognizes it and starts begging. I hold it down to him and he licks at it a lot, nibbles at it a little. I will ask about this at the vet tomorrow. But it doesn't seem to hurt him. He never eats much, he just likes the flavor in his mouth.
Ron's asleep but I think he just woke up. It's a nice, glorious day and I just want to go back to bed. But I am used to fighting this battle.
Tomorrow I take the cat food to the vet, and buy Biscuit's special formula. Later on Ron is taking me to the BBQ place, he has a craving for pork ribs. I am happy to go with him. I think I will get a sliced beef and some macaroni and cheese.
It will be nice to have someone else cook my dinner. And Ron won't bail on this, he has been talking about it for over a week.
I just hate having to prop myself up when I'm depressed. Off I go to clean the litter box.
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Cleaning out the garage
I ate a cheese stick. I ate an apple. My wedger works very well. I wouldn't want to get a finger in there, though. Eek.
I decided to go out in the garage and do some more work. I filled up a trash bag and kept maybe 6 things. For instance, I found a wheelchair leg, all chromed. I tried it on the wheelchair in the garage. I knew it didn't fit Ron's everyday because that one is black. It didn't fit.
I know I have the hoarder gene. I grew up in an immaculate house but my sister! And probably my grandmother! They could be an episode of Hoarders. For instance, my sister keeps everything. Our mother died, she absorbed that. Then she absorbed two grandmother's (we have different fathers) worth of stuff. She kept trying to give me stuff every time I visited. I don't need it. For one, I don't really have happy family memories. I am happy with the painting my mother did, and her photo. That is plenty. I don't need a bunch of stuff from a grandmother who, by all accounts, hated me.
So, I'm standing there in the garage in my flip flops looking at the wheelchair leg in my hand. Hoarder voice "I should keep it". I said Hell no to that and I tossed it in the garbage can beside me.
That was the most obvious. Now I need to see if I want to keep my lace weight yarns, and some knitting patterns. They would take up about one box, and I have emptied 3 in the last 2 days, so I "could". I will probably go through it to make sure it is clean and not moth-eaten. And I have some clothes. But once I get through that I am done.
I have a lot of home care supplies for Ron in the garage, no getting around that. I have a couple of carts for moving things - they have proven very handy when we built the cat cage. Our handyman is not young and 50 pound bags of concrete? All the way around the house? Not a problem with the cart! Oh, he was so happy to see it. So those stay. My gym equipment. I did get rid of some elastic bands that have been out there forever and probably no good. I have had an elastic band snap on me during exercise once and it wasn't pleasant. So I felt fine tossing those. I do need to consolidate the weight equipment so I can see what needs replacing. Then I have some boxes in the very back. I have no idea what is in them. I know one might have some old computer equipment of Ron's that was broken.
He was issued it about a year before he went into the business program. The program sent him off to Austin, to share a studio with another potential vendor. The other student was a cheat (kept wanting to copy homework), a liar, and a drunk. This guy was bad, and one night he sloshed wine all over Ron's equipment, destroying it, coincidentally right after Ron told him, yet again, he couldn't copy homework. The guy left the program but Ron still had a dead piece of equipment. I kept it, thinking we might get it fixed, but it has been almost 20 years. I think I can toss it.
We have roving packs of hoarders who cruise the street before garbage day. One of them will pick it up and add it to a pile somewhere. Ha! It's your problem now! :p
I think I have some clothes in there, literally like 10 sizes ago. I think they can go. Not sure about the rest. But if I attack it for half an hour a day I will get it done by next week.
I did donate my coffee cup collection, I had about 50. They were just taking over so I was happy to pass them on. I did that a few years ago, and I don't regret it.
I had a blanket in the box I donated. I had a male cat, my first cat I owned on my own. I got him from the shelter, he was a year old. He developed FUS (the thing Biscuit has) and eventually died of it. But for a very long time he would molest my foot every night, under this blanket. He would rape my foot nightly, he just had an unbearable sexual attraction to this blanket. So I was happy to pass it on (I washed it, before I put it into storage). He was the weirdest cat I had.
I also lost Frosty to FUS, so I am really happy to see Biscuit doing so well on the Royal Canin Urinary formula. He loves to eat it, begs for it, eats it with relish.
Speaking of donations: I need to donate a bunch of cat food. I have cases and cases of canned cat food Biscuit can no longer eat. And it seems cruel to give it to the other cats in front of Biscuit. So I will donate.
Option one: my vet is involved with some sort of rescue, not sure which. Doesn't matter if they'll take it. Probably the easiest option.
Option two: go to the county shelter and donate the food, they will love it, but a longer ride and more cost to pay someone to take me.
I will eat dinner in about an hour, I will let you know how it turned out. If it doesn't, I have TV dinners.
Walmart also had my little 4 ounce ice cream cups, vanilla ice cream with a frosting ribbon and sprinkles. I have had it before and it is good, and, more importantly, not a migraine trigger.
That's it for now.
I decided to go out in the garage and do some more work. I filled up a trash bag and kept maybe 6 things. For instance, I found a wheelchair leg, all chromed. I tried it on the wheelchair in the garage. I knew it didn't fit Ron's everyday because that one is black. It didn't fit.
I know I have the hoarder gene. I grew up in an immaculate house but my sister! And probably my grandmother! They could be an episode of Hoarders. For instance, my sister keeps everything. Our mother died, she absorbed that. Then she absorbed two grandmother's (we have different fathers) worth of stuff. She kept trying to give me stuff every time I visited. I don't need it. For one, I don't really have happy family memories. I am happy with the painting my mother did, and her photo. That is plenty. I don't need a bunch of stuff from a grandmother who, by all accounts, hated me.
So, I'm standing there in the garage in my flip flops looking at the wheelchair leg in my hand. Hoarder voice "I should keep it". I said Hell no to that and I tossed it in the garbage can beside me.
That was the most obvious. Now I need to see if I want to keep my lace weight yarns, and some knitting patterns. They would take up about one box, and I have emptied 3 in the last 2 days, so I "could". I will probably go through it to make sure it is clean and not moth-eaten. And I have some clothes. But once I get through that I am done.
I have a lot of home care supplies for Ron in the garage, no getting around that. I have a couple of carts for moving things - they have proven very handy when we built the cat cage. Our handyman is not young and 50 pound bags of concrete? All the way around the house? Not a problem with the cart! Oh, he was so happy to see it. So those stay. My gym equipment. I did get rid of some elastic bands that have been out there forever and probably no good. I have had an elastic band snap on me during exercise once and it wasn't pleasant. So I felt fine tossing those. I do need to consolidate the weight equipment so I can see what needs replacing. Then I have some boxes in the very back. I have no idea what is in them. I know one might have some old computer equipment of Ron's that was broken.
He was issued it about a year before he went into the business program. The program sent him off to Austin, to share a studio with another potential vendor. The other student was a cheat (kept wanting to copy homework), a liar, and a drunk. This guy was bad, and one night he sloshed wine all over Ron's equipment, destroying it, coincidentally right after Ron told him, yet again, he couldn't copy homework. The guy left the program but Ron still had a dead piece of equipment. I kept it, thinking we might get it fixed, but it has been almost 20 years. I think I can toss it.
We have roving packs of hoarders who cruise the street before garbage day. One of them will pick it up and add it to a pile somewhere. Ha! It's your problem now! :p
I think I have some clothes in there, literally like 10 sizes ago. I think they can go. Not sure about the rest. But if I attack it for half an hour a day I will get it done by next week.
I did donate my coffee cup collection, I had about 50. They were just taking over so I was happy to pass them on. I did that a few years ago, and I don't regret it.
I had a blanket in the box I donated. I had a male cat, my first cat I owned on my own. I got him from the shelter, he was a year old. He developed FUS (the thing Biscuit has) and eventually died of it. But for a very long time he would molest my foot every night, under this blanket. He would rape my foot nightly, he just had an unbearable sexual attraction to this blanket. So I was happy to pass it on (I washed it, before I put it into storage). He was the weirdest cat I had.
I also lost Frosty to FUS, so I am really happy to see Biscuit doing so well on the Royal Canin Urinary formula. He loves to eat it, begs for it, eats it with relish.
Speaking of donations: I need to donate a bunch of cat food. I have cases and cases of canned cat food Biscuit can no longer eat. And it seems cruel to give it to the other cats in front of Biscuit. So I will donate.
Option one: my vet is involved with some sort of rescue, not sure which. Doesn't matter if they'll take it. Probably the easiest option.
Option two: go to the county shelter and donate the food, they will love it, but a longer ride and more cost to pay someone to take me.
I will eat dinner in about an hour, I will let you know how it turned out. If it doesn't, I have TV dinners.
Walmart also had my little 4 ounce ice cream cups, vanilla ice cream with a frosting ribbon and sprinkles. I have had it before and it is good, and, more importantly, not a migraine trigger.
That's it for now.
Well, it was a mania. Was.
I slept OK, got up, found Ron in the kitchen drinking. I fed Biscuit, then fed the girls. I saw him pee today and it went very smoothly. I like to keep an eye on him now.
Which is why I will board him at a vet if I need to leave him for any length of time. They are trained observers.
So, Biscuit is doing great. I am very proud of his progress. He eats the Royal Canin Urinary S/O dry formula, and loves it. It loves him, too.
You have to be so careful with male cats and what they eat. The wrong thing and there they are with a catheter in their poor shaved hindquarters. Ron says he is done with male cats now (Biscuit is the third with this condition), and only wants females.
The girls are doing well, too.
I took a shower and did some cleaning up. I heard the garbage truck come down the street but they didn't take my stuff. Uh-oh. I had a lot of stuff. I decided to wait and see if they came back. They did, and took everything. Thank God.
I put the can up by the house. I took some cardboard waste and threw it out in the recycle, and there's my delivery.
Now, in my email from Walmart, I was told the guy would be "John Smith". I thought, huh, they used to have a guy at work by that name, a supervisor.
Sure enough, he got out and "I know you from work!" I told him Ron was in the house. We chatted a little and WHAM I could feel the depression drop on me like a brick. UGH.
I barely got everything in the house, and put away. I started the beef stew. But I was suddenly wiped out.
And I had taken my pills, with a protein shake, about an hour previous. My chemistry shifted - I get sudden on/off like that.
I took a nap, woke up with a headache, but whacked it with a cold Diet Mountain Dew. I did a little more cleaning, litter box for instance, helped Ron toss some stuff he didn't want, but I am just depressed. I have energy, which is unusual - it is possible I could be "mixed" - which is up and down at the same time. Probably the Mountain Dew, come to think of it.
Ugh. If this keeps up then Ron will get some real work out of me tomorrow. But I'm looking at the time and wondering when I can go to bed. That's sad.
If I could, I'd take another nap.
Maybe a snack will help.
Which is why I will board him at a vet if I need to leave him for any length of time. They are trained observers.
So, Biscuit is doing great. I am very proud of his progress. He eats the Royal Canin Urinary S/O dry formula, and loves it. It loves him, too.
You have to be so careful with male cats and what they eat. The wrong thing and there they are with a catheter in their poor shaved hindquarters. Ron says he is done with male cats now (Biscuit is the third with this condition), and only wants females.
The girls are doing well, too.
I took a shower and did some cleaning up. I heard the garbage truck come down the street but they didn't take my stuff. Uh-oh. I had a lot of stuff. I decided to wait and see if they came back. They did, and took everything. Thank God.
I put the can up by the house. I took some cardboard waste and threw it out in the recycle, and there's my delivery.
Now, in my email from Walmart, I was told the guy would be "John Smith". I thought, huh, they used to have a guy at work by that name, a supervisor.
Sure enough, he got out and "I know you from work!" I told him Ron was in the house. We chatted a little and WHAM I could feel the depression drop on me like a brick. UGH.
I barely got everything in the house, and put away. I started the beef stew. But I was suddenly wiped out.
And I had taken my pills, with a protein shake, about an hour previous. My chemistry shifted - I get sudden on/off like that.
I took a nap, woke up with a headache, but whacked it with a cold Diet Mountain Dew. I did a little more cleaning, litter box for instance, helped Ron toss some stuff he didn't want, but I am just depressed. I have energy, which is unusual - it is possible I could be "mixed" - which is up and down at the same time. Probably the Mountain Dew, come to think of it.
Ugh. If this keeps up then Ron will get some real work out of me tomorrow. But I'm looking at the time and wondering when I can go to bed. That's sad.
If I could, I'd take another nap.
Maybe a snack will help.
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
The rest of Tuesday
Either I am having a low grade mania, or the supplements are working.
I will say I couldn't be happier with the Wild Yam. It completely solved my spotting issue. It is only a couple bucks from Swanson Vitamins. I just bought 2 more bottles.
Anyway, I woke up, fed the cats, went back to bed. Woke up again, fed Biscuit again. He likes to nibble and come back. We did that several times today, he'd let me know he wanted a bite and I would give it to him.
You might think I would find it annoying. I don't, because the food is so good for him. He is peeing up a storm without any difficulty. That is tremendous. And it helps keep crystals from forming. So I keep him to his ration and let him nibble, then I put it up again.
I weighed him today and he is down a pound. I am really happy about that.
This morning was pretty uneventful and I'm pretty sure I already covered it. After my nap, I got to work cleaning up the garage. Like I said, I want access to my gym equipment.
I popped in on Ron and he was getting ready. Good. We went to the Indian place. The owner had stepped out, leaving another Indian guy to cover for him. My Tikka Masala was a little spicier than normal but still good. Ron and I split an order of samosa. Those are so good. He ate some of his tikka boti (a type of grilled chicken), but worked on the pan bread and samosa.
Ron had arranged it to we would take paratransit to the location, and a cab home. That way we were assured enough time to eat and wouldn't be left for an hour waiting on our pickup. I approved.
And we had a great ride home. Ron laid down and I went back in the garage. I filled up a whole garbage can (95 gallons). It is kind of tedious when checking our old reports because I plan to save everything from 2013 on. Which means I have to open each and check the date on it. 98% of what I sorted did not have any personal information. The other 2% were handled separately.
I got rid of 2 boxes of papers, got rid of some yarn. Yes, I got rid of the yarn. I can't do needlework due to brain fog issues and Biscuit would tear it to pieces. Probably all of them. So I'm not even going to attempt it. I got rid of that, the papers, and assorted junk. I had a hell of a time getting the trash can out to the curb. I hope they take it. I also took out a cardboard box with a garbage bag in it.
In an ideal world I might have donated some of it but then I have to make a space to keep it until they can come, and remember to take it out on pickup day. And the last time I tried to donate stuff they only took half.
I will address the rest of the stuff, but I have made big inroads in the stuff I can move. I still have some vending parts I need "permission" before I can dispose them. They can live off to the side for a while. In the meantime I pared down probably 85% of what can be tossed. I need to go through a couple more boxes and then some clothes over by the squat rack. But I'm progressing. I will keep working at it as long as I have the energy.
Not sure where the energy is coming from. If it's a mania it's very low grade. No talking, no shopping, sleeping great, just a little more energy than normal. I will enjoy it.
So I got the garage done, what I could. I took all the trash out to the curb. I checked the mail and found a talking book for Ron. He was happy to see it.
I got a bunch more trash in the mail, so I tossed it. I found the box from Swanson (supposed to come tomorrow) on the porch so I brought it in. It smelled strongly of lavender. I realized the hand soap had leaked. Happily, not on the other things. Note to self, don't buy liquids from Swanson. I can still use the hand soap but I'm short a couple tablespoons. :p Like I said, thank God it didn't get on my vitamins.
I threw that box in the mountain. I went back in the house and took off my bra! Good moment!
I took my pills a little late but they mostly settled OK. Then I sat down and decided to do my Walmart order.
First, I signed up for the one year free delivery. Money well spent. Then I went through my favorites and started throwing things in the cart. I consulted Ron. I consulted my list. I kept at it, checking the fridge, got a list together. I spent about $50. That includes $11 worth of steak burritos for Ron. I will get it later tomorrow morning. Some things I said don't substitute but others I left it open. I like to see myself as open to adventure.
One thing I got last time, yogurt. My grandmother (the "good" one) loved yogurt and we always used to eat a lot every time I would visit. If I had a child I would encourage them to eat yogurt. For some reason they didn't have yogurt at "home" growing up. Full of calcium and protein, probiotics... I don't see why not.
So I got myself some. I like pretty much every flavor, but I have to avoid ones with nuts or chocolate, because I am allergic to almonds and chocolate is a severe migraine trigger. I also got some more protein shakes. Do not substitute because I can't drink the chocolate. Hopefully they are in stock. I got mostly healthy stuff and a little ice cream.
I have some beef stew fixin's thawing out in the fridge. I will put them in the crock pot tomorrow and cook it. Ron's exact quote "Why would you make beef stew when I can eat it out of a can?"
So I guess it will be me, eating it.
I will say I couldn't be happier with the Wild Yam. It completely solved my spotting issue. It is only a couple bucks from Swanson Vitamins. I just bought 2 more bottles.
Anyway, I woke up, fed the cats, went back to bed. Woke up again, fed Biscuit again. He likes to nibble and come back. We did that several times today, he'd let me know he wanted a bite and I would give it to him.
You might think I would find it annoying. I don't, because the food is so good for him. He is peeing up a storm without any difficulty. That is tremendous. And it helps keep crystals from forming. So I keep him to his ration and let him nibble, then I put it up again.
I weighed him today and he is down a pound. I am really happy about that.
This morning was pretty uneventful and I'm pretty sure I already covered it. After my nap, I got to work cleaning up the garage. Like I said, I want access to my gym equipment.
I popped in on Ron and he was getting ready. Good. We went to the Indian place. The owner had stepped out, leaving another Indian guy to cover for him. My Tikka Masala was a little spicier than normal but still good. Ron and I split an order of samosa. Those are so good. He ate some of his tikka boti (a type of grilled chicken), but worked on the pan bread and samosa.
Ron had arranged it to we would take paratransit to the location, and a cab home. That way we were assured enough time to eat and wouldn't be left for an hour waiting on our pickup. I approved.
And we had a great ride home. Ron laid down and I went back in the garage. I filled up a whole garbage can (95 gallons). It is kind of tedious when checking our old reports because I plan to save everything from 2013 on. Which means I have to open each and check the date on it. 98% of what I sorted did not have any personal information. The other 2% were handled separately.
I got rid of 2 boxes of papers, got rid of some yarn. Yes, I got rid of the yarn. I can't do needlework due to brain fog issues and Biscuit would tear it to pieces. Probably all of them. So I'm not even going to attempt it. I got rid of that, the papers, and assorted junk. I had a hell of a time getting the trash can out to the curb. I hope they take it. I also took out a cardboard box with a garbage bag in it.
In an ideal world I might have donated some of it but then I have to make a space to keep it until they can come, and remember to take it out on pickup day. And the last time I tried to donate stuff they only took half.
I will address the rest of the stuff, but I have made big inroads in the stuff I can move. I still have some vending parts I need "permission" before I can dispose them. They can live off to the side for a while. In the meantime I pared down probably 85% of what can be tossed. I need to go through a couple more boxes and then some clothes over by the squat rack. But I'm progressing. I will keep working at it as long as I have the energy.
Not sure where the energy is coming from. If it's a mania it's very low grade. No talking, no shopping, sleeping great, just a little more energy than normal. I will enjoy it.
So I got the garage done, what I could. I took all the trash out to the curb. I checked the mail and found a talking book for Ron. He was happy to see it.
I got a bunch more trash in the mail, so I tossed it. I found the box from Swanson (supposed to come tomorrow) on the porch so I brought it in. It smelled strongly of lavender. I realized the hand soap had leaked. Happily, not on the other things. Note to self, don't buy liquids from Swanson. I can still use the hand soap but I'm short a couple tablespoons. :p Like I said, thank God it didn't get on my vitamins.
I threw that box in the mountain. I went back in the house and took off my bra! Good moment!
I took my pills a little late but they mostly settled OK. Then I sat down and decided to do my Walmart order.
First, I signed up for the one year free delivery. Money well spent. Then I went through my favorites and started throwing things in the cart. I consulted Ron. I consulted my list. I kept at it, checking the fridge, got a list together. I spent about $50. That includes $11 worth of steak burritos for Ron. I will get it later tomorrow morning. Some things I said don't substitute but others I left it open. I like to see myself as open to adventure.
One thing I got last time, yogurt. My grandmother (the "good" one) loved yogurt and we always used to eat a lot every time I would visit. If I had a child I would encourage them to eat yogurt. For some reason they didn't have yogurt at "home" growing up. Full of calcium and protein, probiotics... I don't see why not.
So I got myself some. I like pretty much every flavor, but I have to avoid ones with nuts or chocolate, because I am allergic to almonds and chocolate is a severe migraine trigger. I also got some more protein shakes. Do not substitute because I can't drink the chocolate. Hopefully they are in stock. I got mostly healthy stuff and a little ice cream.
I have some beef stew fixin's thawing out in the fridge. I will put them in the crock pot tomorrow and cook it. Ron's exact quote "Why would you make beef stew when I can eat it out of a can?"
So I guess it will be me, eating it.
Proud of Biscuit
I slept pretty well last night but woke up around 6 when Ron "Went to the kitchen" for vodka. I was working on a headache, too.
I said screw it and got up, much to Biscuit's delight. I went ahead and fed the cats because they expected it. I get up, I feed them. That's how it goes. I talked a little to Ron. When the cats finished eating I went back to bed.
I got up an hour later, and, to Biscuit's joy, I fed him again (because he asked). Let me clarify. He gets two, 1/4 c, scoops of food a day. What I did was take his bowl with his partially eaten morning ration out of the storage bin, and "let" him nibble at it again. Then I put it away.
I got on the computer for a while, took out some garbage, and took a shower. I laid down for a nap but didn't sleep well, and the headache came back. I think these are hormonal. I am ovulating right now so that means things get pretty tense in the headache department until I start my cycle.
Biscuit was very cuddly. He got on my chest during my nap and I noted he felt lighter. When I got up, I weighed myself. Then I caught him (he wanted another crack at the food bowl) and weighed both of us, me holding him. 18 pounds. So he has lost 1.3 pounds since he got sick. I hope to get him down around 12 pounds. I praised him and then gave him his food bowl.
I have to keep the food bowl locked up or the other cats will eat it, and Doc says that's a NO. So he only gets it when I give it to him, partially part of the reason he is losing weight. He is getting less and he can't snack all the time. Like me, he's a snacker.
I imagine the girls have lost weight too but I haven't weighed them. They are not as compliant as Biscuit.
I also found him using the water fountain, last night. I was so thrilled I almost picked him up for a hug. He seemed to sense that and bolted out into his cat cage. But he's using it. I knew someone was, because it's depleting at a steady rate, about 16 ounces a day. That's too much for one cat, and I got rid of the possum :p so it has to be multiple cats if not all of them.
But they never want me to know these things. At any rate, I am very happy with how the cats are doing.
Ron has been in an OK mood today but it's hard to judge from a couple of minutes. He said [shrug] we would go out for Indian Food. We will see.
I still have some lingering headache. I will try to chase it off. I also want to clean out the freezer so I can make room for stuff I will eat. I have some freezer packs and things I don't need in there. I will keep the frozen cooked rice and the already-prepped beef stew (just thaw and throw in crock pot). While I am at it, I hope to generate enough energy to work on the garage, I want to get rid of some stuff so I can work on making a path back to my gym equipment.
I can only be helped by working out. I may need to chase down some of my dumbbells, I think a few got lost, but I can always buy new ones. I have some great books on working out with weights, so I don't need to worry about that. Get one of my notebooks to log progress and I am good to go. I can wear something comfortable while I work out. It's just me in the garage with the door shut.
I would keep the cats out. Years ago, Bubba came up under my hand as I was doing chest flys. I almost dropped the weight on him when I felt the whiskers sliding across my hand! Eeek! He never did it again but I don't want to train a new crew.
I would not worry so much about weight loss as adding some muscle. That can only be a good thing. I can add cardio later on.
But I have to get all that old crap cleaned out if I'm going to make that happen.
I said screw it and got up, much to Biscuit's delight. I went ahead and fed the cats because they expected it. I get up, I feed them. That's how it goes. I talked a little to Ron. When the cats finished eating I went back to bed.
I got up an hour later, and, to Biscuit's joy, I fed him again (because he asked). Let me clarify. He gets two, 1/4 c, scoops of food a day. What I did was take his bowl with his partially eaten morning ration out of the storage bin, and "let" him nibble at it again. Then I put it away.
I got on the computer for a while, took out some garbage, and took a shower. I laid down for a nap but didn't sleep well, and the headache came back. I think these are hormonal. I am ovulating right now so that means things get pretty tense in the headache department until I start my cycle.
Biscuit was very cuddly. He got on my chest during my nap and I noted he felt lighter. When I got up, I weighed myself. Then I caught him (he wanted another crack at the food bowl) and weighed both of us, me holding him. 18 pounds. So he has lost 1.3 pounds since he got sick. I hope to get him down around 12 pounds. I praised him and then gave him his food bowl.
I have to keep the food bowl locked up or the other cats will eat it, and Doc says that's a NO. So he only gets it when I give it to him, partially part of the reason he is losing weight. He is getting less and he can't snack all the time. Like me, he's a snacker.
I imagine the girls have lost weight too but I haven't weighed them. They are not as compliant as Biscuit.
I also found him using the water fountain, last night. I was so thrilled I almost picked him up for a hug. He seemed to sense that and bolted out into his cat cage. But he's using it. I knew someone was, because it's depleting at a steady rate, about 16 ounces a day. That's too much for one cat, and I got rid of the possum :p so it has to be multiple cats if not all of them.
But they never want me to know these things. At any rate, I am very happy with how the cats are doing.
Ron has been in an OK mood today but it's hard to judge from a couple of minutes. He said [shrug] we would go out for Indian Food. We will see.
I still have some lingering headache. I will try to chase it off. I also want to clean out the freezer so I can make room for stuff I will eat. I have some freezer packs and things I don't need in there. I will keep the frozen cooked rice and the already-prepped beef stew (just thaw and throw in crock pot). While I am at it, I hope to generate enough energy to work on the garage, I want to get rid of some stuff so I can work on making a path back to my gym equipment.
I can only be helped by working out. I may need to chase down some of my dumbbells, I think a few got lost, but I can always buy new ones. I have some great books on working out with weights, so I don't need to worry about that. Get one of my notebooks to log progress and I am good to go. I can wear something comfortable while I work out. It's just me in the garage with the door shut.
I would keep the cats out. Years ago, Bubba came up under my hand as I was doing chest flys. I almost dropped the weight on him when I felt the whiskers sliding across my hand! Eeek! He never did it again but I don't want to train a new crew.
I would not worry so much about weight loss as adding some muscle. That can only be a good thing. I can add cardio later on.
But I have to get all that old crap cleaned out if I'm going to make that happen.
Monday, March 18, 2019
Monday
Ron was babbling when I went to sleep last night. I made a point of going in his room and saying goodnight to him.
He shut up a couple minutes after I went to bed. I slept with Biscuit and Torbie. I slept pretty well and got up late. I was too busy cuddling Biscuit. But he needed to eat so I got up and fed them.
He doesn't eat much, just about the 1/2 cup the vet said he should be eating. That is a lot less than what the bag says is needed to maintain a weight of 18-20 pounds. So I have to conclude he is losing weight. I don't want to weigh him but it would be interesting to hear if he was down a pound or two.
I got Ron ready. He had gotten a call from the MRI people - voicemail actually, saying they had to reschedule. He wanted to confirm that before he cancelled our trip.
We got picked up on time, but we had 2 other pickups before we went to work. The first was a slow guy going to "work". The second was a lady going to dialysis. You can tell because they always have a big tote bag and a blanket.
I am just glad we stopped picking up the old mexican lady. She would always bring a big pillow and rub it all over Ron "putting on her seatbelt". I don't know what other diseases she had but I wasn't happy about it. The drivers, once they realized this, would try to take the pillow away so she wouldn't rub it all over Ron but she would shout at them. Annoying.
At least this woman didn't rub her things all over Ron, or hit him with the bag (that's happened, too). Plenty of room on the van, no reason for that to happen.
Then we went to work and unloaded. There was an incident at work. Things were supposed to get very interesting today, but they didn't. I guess it got resolved over the weekend.
We stocked. I made Ron wait on his stuff so I could do mine. He had given us a very short time at work. I got everything stocked and helped Ron, then we left.
We had a little bit of a wait but not horrible, then a straight trip home. I was pretty tired. All the drama wears me out, I guess. I ate something and took my pills, then took a nap.
Ron was quiet. I woke up a couple hours later with Torbie and Biscuit again. I got up and fed them. Biscuit likes to nibble every few hours. I don't mind doing that because the food is so good for him. At one point today he climbed into the litter box right next to my chair and peed easily, and a considerable amount. I was thrilled. Then Baby Girl got in the same box (after Biscuit left) and had a bowel movement that had me reaching for the air freshener. Toxic!
Ron got up, talked for a while. He talked to the MRI place and rescheduled for next week. So I have the next couple days off.
I am not hungry, and I need to figure out what I'm doing for dinner. I have a frozen TV dinner that looks good, I plan to go for that. I also have the salad mix so there's my appetizer - salad, then a lasagne. Ron ate a burrito after he got drunk. It was a steak burrito. I do try to feed him better quality stuff but it's hard, because he wants crap.
I will probably work on the laundry next. It has been piling up for a while. For some reason I haven't wanted to do it this week. Normally I tolerate/enjoy laundry. I like whacking those stains and making the clothes wearable again.
I also need to figure out if I am doing another food order from Walmart. On the one hand, I do have some things. On the other I could use more. I'll see.
Anyways, I better get going on the laundry. It's not going to wash itself.
He shut up a couple minutes after I went to bed. I slept with Biscuit and Torbie. I slept pretty well and got up late. I was too busy cuddling Biscuit. But he needed to eat so I got up and fed them.
He doesn't eat much, just about the 1/2 cup the vet said he should be eating. That is a lot less than what the bag says is needed to maintain a weight of 18-20 pounds. So I have to conclude he is losing weight. I don't want to weigh him but it would be interesting to hear if he was down a pound or two.
I got Ron ready. He had gotten a call from the MRI people - voicemail actually, saying they had to reschedule. He wanted to confirm that before he cancelled our trip.
We got picked up on time, but we had 2 other pickups before we went to work. The first was a slow guy going to "work". The second was a lady going to dialysis. You can tell because they always have a big tote bag and a blanket.
I am just glad we stopped picking up the old mexican lady. She would always bring a big pillow and rub it all over Ron "putting on her seatbelt". I don't know what other diseases she had but I wasn't happy about it. The drivers, once they realized this, would try to take the pillow away so she wouldn't rub it all over Ron but she would shout at them. Annoying.
At least this woman didn't rub her things all over Ron, or hit him with the bag (that's happened, too). Plenty of room on the van, no reason for that to happen.
Then we went to work and unloaded. There was an incident at work. Things were supposed to get very interesting today, but they didn't. I guess it got resolved over the weekend.
We stocked. I made Ron wait on his stuff so I could do mine. He had given us a very short time at work. I got everything stocked and helped Ron, then we left.
We had a little bit of a wait but not horrible, then a straight trip home. I was pretty tired. All the drama wears me out, I guess. I ate something and took my pills, then took a nap.
Ron was quiet. I woke up a couple hours later with Torbie and Biscuit again. I got up and fed them. Biscuit likes to nibble every few hours. I don't mind doing that because the food is so good for him. At one point today he climbed into the litter box right next to my chair and peed easily, and a considerable amount. I was thrilled. Then Baby Girl got in the same box (after Biscuit left) and had a bowel movement that had me reaching for the air freshener. Toxic!
Ron got up, talked for a while. He talked to the MRI place and rescheduled for next week. So I have the next couple days off.
I am not hungry, and I need to figure out what I'm doing for dinner. I have a frozen TV dinner that looks good, I plan to go for that. I also have the salad mix so there's my appetizer - salad, then a lasagne. Ron ate a burrito after he got drunk. It was a steak burrito. I do try to feed him better quality stuff but it's hard, because he wants crap.
I will probably work on the laundry next. It has been piling up for a while. For some reason I haven't wanted to do it this week. Normally I tolerate/enjoy laundry. I like whacking those stains and making the clothes wearable again.
I also need to figure out if I am doing another food order from Walmart. On the one hand, I do have some things. On the other I could use more. I'll see.
Anyways, I better get going on the laundry. It's not going to wash itself.
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