We had some meowing last night, and an accident. Don't read any more of this paragraph if you are eating, about to, or squeamish. Yesterday vet gave Mama cat medicine that kills parasites. Last night I found her mid-accident in the kitchen, some dead parasites in the mix. So "parasites" can have fun with that, but they were dead and that is important. I sterilized the area and she is fine today.
There was also random meowing last night, Ron finally opened the door from house to garage, she went out and it stopped. She really likes the garage (Mama cat).
Other than that I slept fine with Biscuit and Torbie. I got up, decided to take today off workouts (2 days off a week), ate, pills, fed everyone - that took a while. I caught Spotty and brought him in. He cried for about an hour, his mother came over and he was OK.
No hostility, though, or rather very little. Baby Girl hissed at Spot. Mama cat hissed at Biscuit when he got too close to her food. Very understandable.
Spotty and his mom are becoming more relaxed in the house and enjoying things. Spot in particular loves the litter box (I checked and his poop is normal). I have some low boxes, easy for Torbie and the kittens, and 2 high ones. Cleo was pretty freaked watching me "abduct" her brother but came out for dinner. She watches me while she eats and half the time I am distracted so she can take her time examining me. I do talk softly to her, say her name, etc. Mama cat also used the box in front of me (a different box) and it was normal. Then I cleaned all the boxes because FIVE cats in the house means I have to be diligent.
I talked to Ron for a while and decided to go to Walmart. I got my bags and called Arturo. A pretty uneventful shopping trip. I did get a lot of cat food and some more treats. I got a call my glasses were in - they only took a week. So I had Arturo pick me up again, swing by the optician, get my glasses, and come home. That worked very well and Arturo made some money!
But I count cab fare to go get glasses as "medical". I got home, put everything away. I took a nap with Biscuit, who seemed to need some extra cuddles. I think he felt a little threatened by a younger, healthy, intact male kitten (not for long!). I told Biscuit he was my Golden Kitty (because I have spent so much on him) and he would always be my boy.
I took a little nap but woke up with a headache. I took some aspirin. More time with the cats making sure they get along, lots of treats given, petting and nice talking telling them how awesome they were. New glasses are great and no complaints. It is nice to see better. Everything is correct. Normally I have a difficult adjustment period with new glasses but not this time.
More talking to Ron, I ordered some more Kratom. I am glad we found something that works and want to make sure we have plenty in stock. I rotate him on varieties, every time he asks I give him a different variety. They all work really well for him, though. He liked the "Gold Bali" so much he has asked repeatedly for that. They got my order and sent me an email, wasn't too hard to pay either. I should get it by the end of the week.
I got an email from Dominos saying they would send me a free cheesy bread for 40 "points". I apparently had it. My total was so low I had to add some more diet soda to it before it would process my order.
It was good. Even better I got Ron to eat some. The cats are doing well, feeding everyone an abundance of food and treats. I haven't seen Spotty in a while but I am sure he's around.
We work tomorrow but not for long.
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Introductions
When I take a nap, you will find Torbie in bed, standing on my chest as I pet her, pawing at my face if I stop. She curls up next to my pillow and we sleep together.
Did that.
Then she gets under my desk while I'm on the computer and lays by my feet. Doing that.
Biscuit does his own thing, but he loves to lay behind my chair when I am on the computer, even though Ron has trashed this room. He is doing that right now, very relaxed and comfortable.
Baby Girl is out in the catio, what she'd be doing anyway. She has eaten treats and acted completely unaffected.
This is probably the best transition I have ever had with a new cat. I have a couple of theories.
But first, let's examine when we brought Torbie home. Baby Girl had been an only cat for about half a week, she had just lost her Bubba. She was pretty raw.
She walked in my room and found Ron on the bed, sitting down, with another cat in his lap. Not only that, he was feeding her treats. That didn't go very well for a few weeks.
This time, we kept Mama outside for a few weeks. I would pet her, and then come in and let the existing cats smell my hands. I rubbed a washcloth on all my cats and then put it out where the new cats slept, so they could get used to each other's scent.
And it seems to have worked. Not a speck of hissing or growling, just some hesitant, and expected, body language but everyone's getting on famously.
Baby Girl just came in and ate some of Biscuit's specialty food. Vet said that is fine. Expensive for me, but fine.
Did that.
Then she gets under my desk while I'm on the computer and lays by my feet. Doing that.
Biscuit does his own thing, but he loves to lay behind my chair when I am on the computer, even though Ron has trashed this room. He is doing that right now, very relaxed and comfortable.
Baby Girl is out in the catio, what she'd be doing anyway. She has eaten treats and acted completely unaffected.
This is probably the best transition I have ever had with a new cat. I have a couple of theories.
But first, let's examine when we brought Torbie home. Baby Girl had been an only cat for about half a week, she had just lost her Bubba. She was pretty raw.
She walked in my room and found Ron on the bed, sitting down, with another cat in his lap. Not only that, he was feeding her treats. That didn't go very well for a few weeks.
This time, we kept Mama outside for a few weeks. I would pet her, and then come in and let the existing cats smell my hands. I rubbed a washcloth on all my cats and then put it out where the new cats slept, so they could get used to each other's scent.
And it seems to have worked. Not a speck of hissing or growling, just some hesitant, and expected, body language but everyone's getting on famously.
Baby Girl just came in and ate some of Biscuit's specialty food. Vet said that is fine. Expensive for me, but fine.
I'm going to talk about abortion.
Now, I am a born again evangelical believer. I have a very pro life stance as a general rule. I have seen the most unadoptable kids (one had been kept in a cage by his birth parents, another has multiple profound disabilities) adopted into loving homes.
I didn't post that to argue. You are entitled to your opinion. All I generally say when someone is pregnant is a reminder to consume NO alcohol during the pregnancy.
Today I took Mama cat to the vet. I had a pretty easy time getting her in the carrier, in fact, I had to remove Spot before I shut the door. No problem getting the kittens contained, good to know.
Arturo came and took me to the vet. First thing of note: no microchip. So she is mine. Vet examined her - she is pregnant in addition to the kittens. I asked if we could still do the spay, knowing what that means - and she said yes.
I don't have a problem with cat abortions. Now, one of my online friends did. She actually let the cat give birth to all the kittens, tried to find them homes, before she spayed the mother, rather than "kill the helpless kittens". I don't have a problem with that. We are overrun in kittens as it is (me personally, and Houston). I have done it before, spayed a pregnant cat, and I will absolutely do it again.
I called my parents and they were pretty horrified she was pregnant. It's like the ultimate nightmare for them - cat lady gets one litter of kittens after another. They were very supportive of my decision. Really the only one I could make.
Mama cat will be spayed next week, Doc says that is not too late. It will be a more complex surgery as she will have to take the entire uterus (which is probably the size of a basketball) but recovery will not take long.
I am so glad I took her in before she had the litter under my bed.
I didn't post that to argue. You are entitled to your opinion. All I generally say when someone is pregnant is a reminder to consume NO alcohol during the pregnancy.
Today I took Mama cat to the vet. I had a pretty easy time getting her in the carrier, in fact, I had to remove Spot before I shut the door. No problem getting the kittens contained, good to know.
Arturo came and took me to the vet. First thing of note: no microchip. So she is mine. Vet examined her - she is pregnant in addition to the kittens. I asked if we could still do the spay, knowing what that means - and she said yes.
I don't have a problem with cat abortions. Now, one of my online friends did. She actually let the cat give birth to all the kittens, tried to find them homes, before she spayed the mother, rather than "kill the helpless kittens". I don't have a problem with that. We are overrun in kittens as it is (me personally, and Houston). I have done it before, spayed a pregnant cat, and I will absolutely do it again.
I called my parents and they were pretty horrified she was pregnant. It's like the ultimate nightmare for them - cat lady gets one litter of kittens after another. They were very supportive of my decision. Really the only one I could make.
Mama cat will be spayed next week, Doc says that is not too late. It will be a more complex surgery as she will have to take the entire uterus (which is probably the size of a basketball) but recovery will not take long.
I am so glad I took her in before she had the litter under my bed.
The workout
So I was awake. Ron was being irritating.
I figured hell with it and did my workout. Pretty standard but for him screaming "Hello? Hello!" so loudly I heard him in the garage. I was worried someone would call the police. He was already on the floor so it wasn't that. I stopped the set I was doing (finished it) and walked in the house. Like most body builders I rest between sets anyway. And I figure helping Ron generally takes a minute or two, about the time I would take anyway.
"What is it? I am busy!" He wanted a pillow. I gave it to him, went back out, finished. I went outside and fed the cats. They were happy to see me and even Cleo crept up on my side.
I took my shower, again uneventful but for him yelling a few times. He said he was sorry when I told him I was in the shower and said it was no big rush.
I could tell he was sobering up. He is usually pretty pleasant when he is sober but drunk he is everything but.
I went in his room. He was sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed, he asked if I could "give him a push". We have a system where he gets on all fours, raises his butt in the air, I haul upward and to the side, into bed. Then I pick up his legs and put them in. It works for us.
He was at the literal foot of his bed. I told him to scoot up and then I would do it, I only wanted to do this once. He felt that was reasonable and scooched. He did his thing, I did mine, into bed easily. He said "Wow, that was easy" (one reason I do work out) and thanked me.
I could have left him on the floor but I don't like to see myself as a vindictive person. I have to honor my faith.
Ron has totally disrespected his end of the marriage contract, he does provide for my physical needs but that is about it. He verbally abuses, sleep deprives, reads porn, etc. I know my hands are clean if I do walk.
As of this point and time I am not ready to walk out. Do I stupidly think he will reform, or I can "save" him? No. But he can't go on like this for long. He is literally living on strawberry vodka with very little human food. He is burning up his engine. I have done what I can but at the end of it it's not much.
I am more inclined, at this point, to let our contract run out. There are things I need to fix (in my head, and out) - time I will need to take for myself (not to mention I will be working a lot). Eventually I may get back into dating or just have some casual male friends. I am fine with being celibate if it works that way.
I figured hell with it and did my workout. Pretty standard but for him screaming "Hello? Hello!" so loudly I heard him in the garage. I was worried someone would call the police. He was already on the floor so it wasn't that. I stopped the set I was doing (finished it) and walked in the house. Like most body builders I rest between sets anyway. And I figure helping Ron generally takes a minute or two, about the time I would take anyway.
"What is it? I am busy!" He wanted a pillow. I gave it to him, went back out, finished. I went outside and fed the cats. They were happy to see me and even Cleo crept up on my side.
I took my shower, again uneventful but for him yelling a few times. He said he was sorry when I told him I was in the shower and said it was no big rush.
I could tell he was sobering up. He is usually pretty pleasant when he is sober but drunk he is everything but.
I went in his room. He was sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed, he asked if I could "give him a push". We have a system where he gets on all fours, raises his butt in the air, I haul upward and to the side, into bed. Then I pick up his legs and put them in. It works for us.
He was at the literal foot of his bed. I told him to scoot up and then I would do it, I only wanted to do this once. He felt that was reasonable and scooched. He did his thing, I did mine, into bed easily. He said "Wow, that was easy" (one reason I do work out) and thanked me.
I could have left him on the floor but I don't like to see myself as a vindictive person. I have to honor my faith.
Ron has totally disrespected his end of the marriage contract, he does provide for my physical needs but that is about it. He verbally abuses, sleep deprives, reads porn, etc. I know my hands are clean if I do walk.
As of this point and time I am not ready to walk out. Do I stupidly think he will reform, or I can "save" him? No. But he can't go on like this for long. He is literally living on strawberry vodka with very little human food. He is burning up his engine. I have done what I can but at the end of it it's not much.
I am more inclined, at this point, to let our contract run out. There are things I need to fix (in my head, and out) - time I will need to take for myself (not to mention I will be working a lot). Eventually I may get back into dating or just have some casual male friends. I am fine with being celibate if it works that way.
"You have no power over me"
Not a good night.
Started with the gravy all over the kitchen floor, he's crippled, I'll give him that. Binge drinking all night, did OK until about 4.
I wake up to a terrible crash and him screaming for me. He has gone in the computer room and pulled a heavy box over onto the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. It had been very organized. He is shouting some nonsense about getting into bed.
I told him he trashed my room and told him to get out, it was not his bedroom. Ensue hours of drunken ravings, falling out of his wheelchair, crawling around on the floor, a sanitary issue, wanting to "talk", babbling nonsense about paratransit trips and asking about the bill.
I have some of the business money set aside for emergencies. I AM taking $100 out of it and telling him I am FINING him for being a jerk.
Heidi is right, I shouldn't call him names, but "asshole" is the only thing that seems to work right now. I am so angry and sick. He kept babbling about a trip today, I just checked. I specifically told him I did not want a trip today, because the only time would be during the bad phase (terrible service). Happily, no trips.
I just turned on Skillet's "Out of Hell", loudly. That shut him up. I just need a break from the droning questions, demands, etc. And it is not something like "I need a urinal" it is "Why are you mad at me? Boy, you are really mad. You are a lithium [psychopath, but he couldn't pronounce it]"
Remember the scene in the movie, the girl is sick of her half brother? He is screaming and carrying on all night and she is babysitting, and she says "I wish the goblins would come and take you away"? That is how I feel right now.
The other important line in the movie 'You have no power over me".
Ron is under the misapprehension I am "stuck" with him, that, like a good Catholic (which he was raised), once I am married I can never, ever, leave. His parents stayed together for decades stuck in a miserable marriage because they believed that. "We can't split".
I am not stuck. My parents split, I think those who knew them would say they didn't split soon enough. I am so glad I don't have a child in the middle of this, I feel bad enough about the cats.
Now Ron is babbling about "wanting to go home" sitting naked on the floor in the doorway to his bedroom.
Someone once accused me of making all this up. I wish I were, I really do.
Started with the gravy all over the kitchen floor, he's crippled, I'll give him that. Binge drinking all night, did OK until about 4.
I wake up to a terrible crash and him screaming for me. He has gone in the computer room and pulled a heavy box over onto the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. It had been very organized. He is shouting some nonsense about getting into bed.
I told him he trashed my room and told him to get out, it was not his bedroom. Ensue hours of drunken ravings, falling out of his wheelchair, crawling around on the floor, a sanitary issue, wanting to "talk", babbling nonsense about paratransit trips and asking about the bill.
I have some of the business money set aside for emergencies. I AM taking $100 out of it and telling him I am FINING him for being a jerk.
Heidi is right, I shouldn't call him names, but "asshole" is the only thing that seems to work right now. I am so angry and sick. He kept babbling about a trip today, I just checked. I specifically told him I did not want a trip today, because the only time would be during the bad phase (terrible service). Happily, no trips.
I just turned on Skillet's "Out of Hell", loudly. That shut him up. I just need a break from the droning questions, demands, etc. And it is not something like "I need a urinal" it is "Why are you mad at me? Boy, you are really mad. You are a lithium [psychopath, but he couldn't pronounce it]"
Remember the scene in the movie, the girl is sick of her half brother? He is screaming and carrying on all night and she is babysitting, and she says "I wish the goblins would come and take you away"? That is how I feel right now.
The other important line in the movie 'You have no power over me".
Ron is under the misapprehension I am "stuck" with him, that, like a good Catholic (which he was raised), once I am married I can never, ever, leave. His parents stayed together for decades stuck in a miserable marriage because they believed that. "We can't split".
I am not stuck. My parents split, I think those who knew them would say they didn't split soon enough. I am so glad I don't have a child in the middle of this, I feel bad enough about the cats.
Now Ron is babbling about "wanting to go home" sitting naked on the floor in the doorway to his bedroom.
Someone once accused me of making all this up. I wish I were, I really do.
Monday, July 29, 2019
The rest of Monday
I went to the gas station.
I went out to feed the outside cats, it was pretty overcast and moody looking. I fed them (Cleo gets her own bowl, now), put up their bowls, fed my cats again, and got my cheap umbrella.
I had a good walk over there, had my snack, it started raining. It wasn't too bad on the way back, though. And I got 2 good walks.
I came home, checked the mail, a large package. It was not the cat food and I only ordered 2 things this week. So it must be Ron's phone. I took it into him, he was happy.
I put it away until we can get to the cell phone store.
The outside cats were hungry again so I fed them again. Cleo spooked when I moved my hand, sitting in my chair, but ate right next to me on the ground.
Last week I saw a strange man - not mexican - peering in the truck windows at #6, he caught me watching him and moved off. I thought it was creepy and I have never seen them have a friend of this race over, either.
Tonight he came back, blocked #6 (the man) in with his van, got out, talking to him "Sorry about last week..." I got bad vibes off him so I went in the house, I didn't like the way he kept looking over at me. He left and came back, later, when I was throwing out some trash so I hustled back in the house.
I went in the house and cleaned all the litter boxes, set up 2 more. That is an astounding sum total of litter boxes, but, in my experience it is better for a kitten to have a box in every room. They never have far to 'go".
It took a while but I got all that set up, took out that trash (good thing I didn't get undressed) creepy dude was gone, fed the outside cats again.
I washed my hands, heated up a hot pocket (generic brand) and started doing up my pills. If I had a lot of money I would absolutely do Pill Pack. It took me a while.
I took "monday night" and ate my hot pocket (very good), ate a yogurt for dessert. I pretty much eat yogurt at every meal.
Ron wanted dinner so I helped him heat it up. He ate the beef stew portion of the meal and spilled the gravy on the floor. I saw Baby Girl licking it up. He got what she didn't, I hope she doesn't get sick.
I went out to check on the cats and they weren't hungry! For the first time in weeks, they were just loafing around on my (small) porch looking relaxed and owning the place. Cleo didn't even run away and Spot let me pet him when he wasn't eating.
I am about to go to bed after I get a drink. The lithium always makes me super thirsty.
Tomorrow I plan to get up early and do Kettlebells before I take Mama cat to the vet.
I went out to feed the outside cats, it was pretty overcast and moody looking. I fed them (Cleo gets her own bowl, now), put up their bowls, fed my cats again, and got my cheap umbrella.
I had a good walk over there, had my snack, it started raining. It wasn't too bad on the way back, though. And I got 2 good walks.
I came home, checked the mail, a large package. It was not the cat food and I only ordered 2 things this week. So it must be Ron's phone. I took it into him, he was happy.
I put it away until we can get to the cell phone store.
The outside cats were hungry again so I fed them again. Cleo spooked when I moved my hand, sitting in my chair, but ate right next to me on the ground.
Last week I saw a strange man - not mexican - peering in the truck windows at #6, he caught me watching him and moved off. I thought it was creepy and I have never seen them have a friend of this race over, either.
Tonight he came back, blocked #6 (the man) in with his van, got out, talking to him "Sorry about last week..." I got bad vibes off him so I went in the house, I didn't like the way he kept looking over at me. He left and came back, later, when I was throwing out some trash so I hustled back in the house.
I went in the house and cleaned all the litter boxes, set up 2 more. That is an astounding sum total of litter boxes, but, in my experience it is better for a kitten to have a box in every room. They never have far to 'go".
It took a while but I got all that set up, took out that trash (good thing I didn't get undressed) creepy dude was gone, fed the outside cats again.
I washed my hands, heated up a hot pocket (generic brand) and started doing up my pills. If I had a lot of money I would absolutely do Pill Pack. It took me a while.
I took "monday night" and ate my hot pocket (very good), ate a yogurt for dessert. I pretty much eat yogurt at every meal.
Ron wanted dinner so I helped him heat it up. He ate the beef stew portion of the meal and spilled the gravy on the floor. I saw Baby Girl licking it up. He got what she didn't, I hope she doesn't get sick.
I went out to check on the cats and they weren't hungry! For the first time in weeks, they were just loafing around on my (small) porch looking relaxed and owning the place. Cleo didn't even run away and Spot let me pet him when he wasn't eating.
I am about to go to bed after I get a drink. The lithium always makes me super thirsty.
Tomorrow I plan to get up early and do Kettlebells before I take Mama cat to the vet.
Most of Monday
Ron made a big production out of telling me he "let" me sleep last night. I asked if he wanted a cookie, he said yes. I said it shouldn't be a question of me getting sleep. I was pretty abrupt.
So, here's another question, when dealing with a narcissist, do I give him praise every time I get a decent night sleep? Is this going to be necessary? I hope not, but if it increases my odds of getting my rest I will buy him a damned trophy.
I will talk about the cats. Now, I had noticed that Cleo is very timid (the little calico kitten). I thought she was growling when she ate but today I realized it is SPOT who is growling and food aggressive. He is fine with me petting him while he eats, just hostile towards his sister and the competition. This is pretty common, I'd imagine, in stray cats. Gravy was also food aggressive when I got him but he normalized very quickly once he realized I had far more food than he could EVER eat. That is important, that means Cleo is only fearful, not aggressive, and she is inching closer to me every time I feed them.
I believe I can do some intensive work with her once I get Spot and Mama in the house, just her, me, and the food bowl, work up to petting and touching, petting is nice, Heather always brings food, etc. Frosty was worse than this and I turned him into a lap cat. So I have a lot more hope for Cleo. She also loves treats so I toss her a few now and then, and she runs toward them now. Very promising.
But in no way close to being adopted. Spot could probably go to an experienced cat person, or Mama, but of course they need to be fixed. Otherwise you could have Biblical incest and some really messed up offspring.
We had a good ride to work with a nice driver. Ron had some pain all day but the kratom worked when he asked for it.
We got to work and I realized the bottled vendor was acting up. Ron hadn't even gotten into his work wheelchair, and I hadn't taken anything out of the stockroom. I went to work. Basically when I have a coin jam I always have a cascade of jammed coins on the floor, once I start poking at it. That is every time, it's just normal. Then I had to take apart the mechanism. There is an inlet, the coin goes into that. It slides through the mechanism and goes to the outlet, where it sorts out by coin type. This was a dollar coin, no room for it in the coin box, which has rows for quarter, dime, nickel. Sometimes a dollar coin row but NEVER a half dollar or penny. I cannot tell you how much aggravation the last two have cost. So everything backed up from that point. I had to take off the top part and shake the coins out, got that sorted (literally!) and done.
To be honest, I had some trouble getting the removed piece back into the mechanism. It was 7 in the morning. No one to help. I prayed a little and got it back. Then I shut it and tested it. It worked. Good. NOW we are in business.
I helped Ron with his wheelchair, told him the good news, and got my carts out of the stockroom. I helped him with canned sodas (the bottle vendor was full because the coin thing went down), then I was able to devote my time to the snack machines.
I caught one guy, two times poking around our (mine, and the other vendor's) carts, when he saw me watching he "bought" things but I don't mess with their carts, and in one of the cases I had the merchandise right there in the vending machine. Just a very small irk.
But it made me realize I can't leave my carts unattended. I keep the high value candy bars literally locked up inside the vending machines, I stock them the minute I bring them in, so if you want one you can only get it from the machine, if you want to steal one you will have to wait until the machine is open (and I am always right there).
I did a good stock, I was very pleased when we left. I also got the sandwich delivery. I got hungry so I ate a turkey sandwich. It got me thinking it might be nice to get some sandwich fixings, some good whole grain bread, real mayo, sharp cheddar cheese, and some sliced nitrate free meats. Doesn't that sound great? And I can do my pills with that. Nice and refreshing on a hot day.
I don't want a lot of heavy, hot, greasy meats right now, it's too hot for that. I have lost my taste for grease having "done" my time in the low carb jail. I don't even eat that much cheese, lately.
We left, roasted at the bus stop for a while, and got a ride home. A straight ride both times, very nice, not something you can expect.
We got home and Mama cat and Spot came out, meowing eagerly for second breakfast. We did some petting, I saw Cleo, and then I took Ron in the house. Biscuit is absolutely huge compared to Spot. But not for long!
By the way, I figured the best way to introduce the cats is the community feast, little plates of wet food all over for everyone to enjoy. Of course poor Biscuit can't eat traditional wet food - BUT I had just enough money in my account to order his "deluxe" prescription cat food. Of course he is worth it and what would I rather spend my last $40 on, anyway? Nothing! So I got it last night and it comes tomorrow.
Biscuit hit the lottery with me, I am a very devoted owner and don't mind showering my Golden Kitty with money because he is worth it. A lot of owners would have put him down because he takes a little more effort.
I will let you know how my plan turns out.
So I got Ron in the house, fed Biscuit (my primary function in life) and took some kitten food out to the guys outside.
That's when I realized Spot is food aggressive, if his sister is nearby. Spot is very bonded to his mother but not really his sister, I realize. I fed everyone and Cleo let me touch her back two times. She jumped and ran away both times but she came back, too. She has the potential to be a very sweet little cat. I am looking forward to spending more time with all of them.
Once I got them settled I had some yogurt and took a nap. Ron made noise and kept waking me up. Not happy about that.
I finally confronted him about the yelling curses. He said he was in pain and I had to be nice to him. I asked him why he HAD to scream and yell every time he was in pain. I asked him if he had ever heard me do that. He said I was mean, and asked for some Kratom.
I almost told him to shove it, but I did get it for him even though he had 10 capsules literally sitting in front of him on the chair. But he is quiet now so maybe he will think about it. I think his family, and his time in the hospital after his eye operations, taught him to make a lot of racket every time he was in pain, to get attention. I believe it is a learned behavior and should be unlearned.
Because it is completely unfair to me, to have to hear him carrying on like that. It is as bad as the woman at the rehab hospital who kept yelling "NURSE? NURSE!" every 5 minutes instead of pressing her call button. Thank God she proved unwilling to do the rehab.
Torbie is sitting on my foot. I am going to hate to leave her but I'm going to get up, have a snack, and start setting up the new litter boxes. I am adding 2 more to the house.
Then I may walk over to the gas station.
So, here's another question, when dealing with a narcissist, do I give him praise every time I get a decent night sleep? Is this going to be necessary? I hope not, but if it increases my odds of getting my rest I will buy him a damned trophy.
I will talk about the cats. Now, I had noticed that Cleo is very timid (the little calico kitten). I thought she was growling when she ate but today I realized it is SPOT who is growling and food aggressive. He is fine with me petting him while he eats, just hostile towards his sister and the competition. This is pretty common, I'd imagine, in stray cats. Gravy was also food aggressive when I got him but he normalized very quickly once he realized I had far more food than he could EVER eat. That is important, that means Cleo is only fearful, not aggressive, and she is inching closer to me every time I feed them.
I believe I can do some intensive work with her once I get Spot and Mama in the house, just her, me, and the food bowl, work up to petting and touching, petting is nice, Heather always brings food, etc. Frosty was worse than this and I turned him into a lap cat. So I have a lot more hope for Cleo. She also loves treats so I toss her a few now and then, and she runs toward them now. Very promising.
But in no way close to being adopted. Spot could probably go to an experienced cat person, or Mama, but of course they need to be fixed. Otherwise you could have Biblical incest and some really messed up offspring.
We had a good ride to work with a nice driver. Ron had some pain all day but the kratom worked when he asked for it.
We got to work and I realized the bottled vendor was acting up. Ron hadn't even gotten into his work wheelchair, and I hadn't taken anything out of the stockroom. I went to work. Basically when I have a coin jam I always have a cascade of jammed coins on the floor, once I start poking at it. That is every time, it's just normal. Then I had to take apart the mechanism. There is an inlet, the coin goes into that. It slides through the mechanism and goes to the outlet, where it sorts out by coin type. This was a dollar coin, no room for it in the coin box, which has rows for quarter, dime, nickel. Sometimes a dollar coin row but NEVER a half dollar or penny. I cannot tell you how much aggravation the last two have cost. So everything backed up from that point. I had to take off the top part and shake the coins out, got that sorted (literally!) and done.
To be honest, I had some trouble getting the removed piece back into the mechanism. It was 7 in the morning. No one to help. I prayed a little and got it back. Then I shut it and tested it. It worked. Good. NOW we are in business.
I helped Ron with his wheelchair, told him the good news, and got my carts out of the stockroom. I helped him with canned sodas (the bottle vendor was full because the coin thing went down), then I was able to devote my time to the snack machines.
I caught one guy, two times poking around our (mine, and the other vendor's) carts, when he saw me watching he "bought" things but I don't mess with their carts, and in one of the cases I had the merchandise right there in the vending machine. Just a very small irk.
But it made me realize I can't leave my carts unattended. I keep the high value candy bars literally locked up inside the vending machines, I stock them the minute I bring them in, so if you want one you can only get it from the machine, if you want to steal one you will have to wait until the machine is open (and I am always right there).
I did a good stock, I was very pleased when we left. I also got the sandwich delivery. I got hungry so I ate a turkey sandwich. It got me thinking it might be nice to get some sandwich fixings, some good whole grain bread, real mayo, sharp cheddar cheese, and some sliced nitrate free meats. Doesn't that sound great? And I can do my pills with that. Nice and refreshing on a hot day.
I don't want a lot of heavy, hot, greasy meats right now, it's too hot for that. I have lost my taste for grease having "done" my time in the low carb jail. I don't even eat that much cheese, lately.
We left, roasted at the bus stop for a while, and got a ride home. A straight ride both times, very nice, not something you can expect.
We got home and Mama cat and Spot came out, meowing eagerly for second breakfast. We did some petting, I saw Cleo, and then I took Ron in the house. Biscuit is absolutely huge compared to Spot. But not for long!
By the way, I figured the best way to introduce the cats is the community feast, little plates of wet food all over for everyone to enjoy. Of course poor Biscuit can't eat traditional wet food - BUT I had just enough money in my account to order his "deluxe" prescription cat food. Of course he is worth it and what would I rather spend my last $40 on, anyway? Nothing! So I got it last night and it comes tomorrow.
Biscuit hit the lottery with me, I am a very devoted owner and don't mind showering my Golden Kitty with money because he is worth it. A lot of owners would have put him down because he takes a little more effort.
I will let you know how my plan turns out.
So I got Ron in the house, fed Biscuit (my primary function in life) and took some kitten food out to the guys outside.
That's when I realized Spot is food aggressive, if his sister is nearby. Spot is very bonded to his mother but not really his sister, I realize. I fed everyone and Cleo let me touch her back two times. She jumped and ran away both times but she came back, too. She has the potential to be a very sweet little cat. I am looking forward to spending more time with all of them.
Once I got them settled I had some yogurt and took a nap. Ron made noise and kept waking me up. Not happy about that.
I finally confronted him about the yelling curses. He said he was in pain and I had to be nice to him. I asked him why he HAD to scream and yell every time he was in pain. I asked him if he had ever heard me do that. He said I was mean, and asked for some Kratom.
I almost told him to shove it, but I did get it for him even though he had 10 capsules literally sitting in front of him on the chair. But he is quiet now so maybe he will think about it. I think his family, and his time in the hospital after his eye operations, taught him to make a lot of racket every time he was in pain, to get attention. I believe it is a learned behavior and should be unlearned.
Because it is completely unfair to me, to have to hear him carrying on like that. It is as bad as the woman at the rehab hospital who kept yelling "NURSE? NURSE!" every 5 minutes instead of pressing her call button. Thank God she proved unwilling to do the rehab.
Torbie is sitting on my foot. I am going to hate to leave her but I'm going to get up, have a snack, and start setting up the new litter boxes. I am adding 2 more to the house.
Then I may walk over to the gas station.
Sunday, July 28, 2019
The rest of Sunday
I took a nap. Ron woke me up at 2. I wasn't happy. He said he had forgotten he made a trip to the BBQ buffet place, and we had 10 minutes. Ever tried to dress yourself and him, then find his missing sandal?
Did it.
I put out the bowl of kitten food because the outside cats were hungry again and I didn't have time to "visit" as they ate.
Got on the van, another client aboard. She seemed rather sullen. She began having hysterics as we left the subdivision, screaming she smelled gas. I got a whiff and then it dissipated. The other client (and Ron, who also got a passing whiff) became so agitated the driver pulled over at a gas station near my home (the overpriced one, not the one I walk to). The other client called a complaint, extremely agitated even though I only smelled gas for a second.
The driver, who had been driving since 5 AM, called in a report on it. They told her to turn off the van and open all the windows. She did that. They were going to send us another van. I went to the gas station and bought a soda and some lovely rose scented incense, which I am currently burning.
I was disgusted. The smell was not that bad but everyone around me, pardon the pun, was having vapors over it.
So we waited. And waited some more. Ron drank most of his full sugar soda, destroying his appetite for dinner.
They finally sent the other van. The other client shoved in front of me as I got off, hobbling down the stairs and then inching across the parking lot. I went around her and got on where I had been sitting before.
They had to move Ron back to his wheelchair, lower it, put him on the next lift, raise it, move him to a seat, etc. Ridiculous.
We dropped the other client off at her apartments. I imagine they weren't cheap but they had very creepy stairwells that looked like a GREAT place to get raped and murdered. You couldn't pay me to live there.
Once we got rid of her we went to the restaurant. Ron had no appetite, ate literally 3 shrimp and 2 pineapple chunks. That was it. No wonder he is anemic.
I had some fried catfish, ham, and hard boiled eggs with ranch for my protein. I had a little mac and cheese but it wasn't great. I ordered a steak, they have a nice 4 or so ounce portion, mine was done very well.
It is a family buffet restaurant, so of course they had the obligatory whiny/screaming brats. I understand a hungry baby is going to scream until fed. Hell, even my cats do that. But just letting your kid scream 'MOMMY! MOMMY LOOK! MOMMY THIS, MOMMY THAT!" every 5 seconds without correcting them and telling them "Grownups are talking" - I could hear that kid across the restaurant. And then the unsupervised roaming baby, he was about a year old and no one was watching him. He almost went in the kitchen, twice. Then we had the nutrition award dinner, a mother got a plate of white rice and a couple of berries for her toddler. And that is dinner? I don't even feed Ron like that, I make him eat some protein. But Ron fit right in eating with his fingers and his hair unbrushed.
We also had the "buffet cruisers" very obese people who looked intent as they sailed in on the buffet line. We had several of them. I teased Ron and told him he was going to make up for the food cost they incurred, as he had eaten "Maybe 25 cents worth of food"
We had to change our ride home, we had gotten there so late. But that was done pretty easily and we had a straight ride home with a nice driver. He asked a lot about owning a cat and loved Mama cat when we got home, she walked right over to him, meowing, and he pet her, she was charming. I noted they had eaten every speck of food I'd left out for them, then I took Ron inside.
Ron had asked about last night, I told him the truth: you kept me up. You fell because you didn't want my help, so I left you on the floor. You were verbally abusive. There is no such thing as a "quiet blackout".
I didn't flog him but I didn't fudge the truth, either. I told him it was unacceptable. As a result of all that, staying up all night, falling, etc. he had trouble moving from wheelchair to seat. I was rather concerned about getting him back into bed but he made that move pretty easily. I left him to it.
Biscuit and the other inside cats were hungry, so I fed them. After I put up their food I got a can of "mixed grill" and a foam plate, went outside. Spot let me pet him and they both clamored for the food. They know wet food now, what it looks like and what the can means to them.
I put it down and boy they went after it. I am thinking I might feed everyone wet food as an introduction when I let the new ones in the house. If everyone is eating wet food they won't have time to fight. BUT, Biscuit can't eat traditional wet food. He can only eat his special, expensive, wet food which can only be purchased online. So I may need to order a case and THEN let them meet once I have it for Biscuit. I would hate to get him sick.
Torbie and Biscuit watched me feeding and petting the outside cats. Torbie seemed rather pissed but I can't let them starve!
I petted Mama and Spot for a while and then went back inside. We have to get up pretty early but it is just work tomorrow.
Ron had me get him a new phone, just in time as his old phone is about dead.
I checked Facebook. I will welcome input on the following:
I am not close to the "steps". My Dad married their mother when the girl was 10, the boy 8, and my primary abuser 2. I was 5. The oldest two and I never bonded.
I was actually fairly close to my primary abuser, looked out for him, used to cook him meals when my parents were out running errands, etc, play together growing up, but once he hit puberty he went insane. "Not safe" is a good term, so I backed WAAAY off.
The older 2 and I have never been close as adults. We last met on the family reunion cruise about 10 years ago. They all said they loved Ron and were nice enough.
I am not sure how I feel about the fact that both of them came to Houston, drove literally right by my house on their way to Galveston to take a cruise together.
How did I find out? Facebook, when they are on the ship.
I guess that's where we are. I am OK with that.
My Dad called, we had a good talk. I am getting better at just listening. He is happy I am doing OK. He even asked about the cats and he hates cats. Interesting that a guy like him raised someone like me.
Ron is asleep - he sure wasn't last night. Here's to hoping I can sleep tonight, I had a lot of caffeine and had to take some Excedrin as well.
But I didn't get much sleep last night, either, so odds are pretty good I do sleep OK tonight.
Did it.
I put out the bowl of kitten food because the outside cats were hungry again and I didn't have time to "visit" as they ate.
Got on the van, another client aboard. She seemed rather sullen. She began having hysterics as we left the subdivision, screaming she smelled gas. I got a whiff and then it dissipated. The other client (and Ron, who also got a passing whiff) became so agitated the driver pulled over at a gas station near my home (the overpriced one, not the one I walk to). The other client called a complaint, extremely agitated even though I only smelled gas for a second.
The driver, who had been driving since 5 AM, called in a report on it. They told her to turn off the van and open all the windows. She did that. They were going to send us another van. I went to the gas station and bought a soda and some lovely rose scented incense, which I am currently burning.
I was disgusted. The smell was not that bad but everyone around me, pardon the pun, was having vapors over it.
So we waited. And waited some more. Ron drank most of his full sugar soda, destroying his appetite for dinner.
They finally sent the other van. The other client shoved in front of me as I got off, hobbling down the stairs and then inching across the parking lot. I went around her and got on where I had been sitting before.
They had to move Ron back to his wheelchair, lower it, put him on the next lift, raise it, move him to a seat, etc. Ridiculous.
We dropped the other client off at her apartments. I imagine they weren't cheap but they had very creepy stairwells that looked like a GREAT place to get raped and murdered. You couldn't pay me to live there.
Once we got rid of her we went to the restaurant. Ron had no appetite, ate literally 3 shrimp and 2 pineapple chunks. That was it. No wonder he is anemic.
I had some fried catfish, ham, and hard boiled eggs with ranch for my protein. I had a little mac and cheese but it wasn't great. I ordered a steak, they have a nice 4 or so ounce portion, mine was done very well.
It is a family buffet restaurant, so of course they had the obligatory whiny/screaming brats. I understand a hungry baby is going to scream until fed. Hell, even my cats do that. But just letting your kid scream 'MOMMY! MOMMY LOOK! MOMMY THIS, MOMMY THAT!" every 5 seconds without correcting them and telling them "Grownups are talking" - I could hear that kid across the restaurant. And then the unsupervised roaming baby, he was about a year old and no one was watching him. He almost went in the kitchen, twice. Then we had the nutrition award dinner, a mother got a plate of white rice and a couple of berries for her toddler. And that is dinner? I don't even feed Ron like that, I make him eat some protein. But Ron fit right in eating with his fingers and his hair unbrushed.
We also had the "buffet cruisers" very obese people who looked intent as they sailed in on the buffet line. We had several of them. I teased Ron and told him he was going to make up for the food cost they incurred, as he had eaten "Maybe 25 cents worth of food"
We had to change our ride home, we had gotten there so late. But that was done pretty easily and we had a straight ride home with a nice driver. He asked a lot about owning a cat and loved Mama cat when we got home, she walked right over to him, meowing, and he pet her, she was charming. I noted they had eaten every speck of food I'd left out for them, then I took Ron inside.
Ron had asked about last night, I told him the truth: you kept me up. You fell because you didn't want my help, so I left you on the floor. You were verbally abusive. There is no such thing as a "quiet blackout".
I didn't flog him but I didn't fudge the truth, either. I told him it was unacceptable. As a result of all that, staying up all night, falling, etc. he had trouble moving from wheelchair to seat. I was rather concerned about getting him back into bed but he made that move pretty easily. I left him to it.
Biscuit and the other inside cats were hungry, so I fed them. After I put up their food I got a can of "mixed grill" and a foam plate, went outside. Spot let me pet him and they both clamored for the food. They know wet food now, what it looks like and what the can means to them.
I put it down and boy they went after it. I am thinking I might feed everyone wet food as an introduction when I let the new ones in the house. If everyone is eating wet food they won't have time to fight. BUT, Biscuit can't eat traditional wet food. He can only eat his special, expensive, wet food which can only be purchased online. So I may need to order a case and THEN let them meet once I have it for Biscuit. I would hate to get him sick.
Torbie and Biscuit watched me feeding and petting the outside cats. Torbie seemed rather pissed but I can't let them starve!
I petted Mama and Spot for a while and then went back inside. We have to get up pretty early but it is just work tomorrow.
Ron had me get him a new phone, just in time as his old phone is about dead.
I checked Facebook. I will welcome input on the following:
I am not close to the "steps". My Dad married their mother when the girl was 10, the boy 8, and my primary abuser 2. I was 5. The oldest two and I never bonded.
I was actually fairly close to my primary abuser, looked out for him, used to cook him meals when my parents were out running errands, etc, play together growing up, but once he hit puberty he went insane. "Not safe" is a good term, so I backed WAAAY off.
The older 2 and I have never been close as adults. We last met on the family reunion cruise about 10 years ago. They all said they loved Ron and were nice enough.
I am not sure how I feel about the fact that both of them came to Houston, drove literally right by my house on their way to Galveston to take a cruise together.
How did I find out? Facebook, when they are on the ship.
I guess that's where we are. I am OK with that.
My Dad called, we had a good talk. I am getting better at just listening. He is happy I am doing OK. He even asked about the cats and he hates cats. Interesting that a guy like him raised someone like me.
Ron is asleep - he sure wasn't last night. Here's to hoping I can sleep tonight, I had a lot of caffeine and had to take some Excedrin as well.
But I didn't get much sleep last night, either, so odds are pretty good I do sleep OK tonight.
More of Sunday
Not happy with Ron right now.
I changed into my workout clothes, went out and fed the cats, came in and about to get on the bike. I had even already turned on my fitness tracker.
Ron starts shouting for me. I went back (should have turned off the tracker). He was delusional. I don't mean he was "out of it" I mean he wasn't in reality at all, kept mumbling about "putting it on the floor". As near as I could tell he didn't even know he was on the floor.
I said something along the lines of "You're drunk, sober up" and went and did the bike. It was apparent to me he did not want to get into bed and was incapable of helping me anyway.
I went out, Mama cat and Spot came over. The definitely associate me with feeding and are always hungry. I suspect Spot is going to be a very big boy with his appetite.
They went in and explored the open garage. I open the garage when I have a delivery inbound, then we can put the groceries on the floor, close the door when done, then prop the door to the house and my guys can explore the garage.
So I thought it was probably a good idea for the "new" cats to check it out and leave their scent. I had gotten an email from Walmart, they do this prior to the delivery.
They tell you if they had any problems, made substitutions, or something was out of stock. Today they didn't have the washing machine cleaner, or the water fountain filters, and they subbed some flavors of yogurt for others. But it was all good, they have a pretty good idea what I like.
Next week we will be doing an inventory run. My drivers have proven very fond of a large, cold, hydration drink in these miserable summer days. So I got one in grape. I ordered one, 32 ounce bottle.
Walmart told me, sorry, we didn't have the 32 ounce bottle for 72 cents. Hope you don't mind, Heather, but we're sending you EIGHT 20 ounce bottles instead. What? Same charge, 72 cents. It pays to let them substitute sometimes.
My driver came, wearing high heels and a very nice, classy outfit. Probably the best dressed driver I have ever had, makeup and everything. She liked cats so was OK with them running around while we put the stuff up.
I gave her the tip, she was very nice about it. She left, then came back because we both forgot I had to sign.
I stood in the middle of the garage, wearing my purple t-shirt, and decided I had better crack open a can of cat food. I had ordered two, beef-themed, cat foods - wet of course. The cats were hungry. I had the cans right there in a bag by my feet. So I went and cracked it open. You should have heard the howling!
I got beef because they liked the beef baby food, I think it is a good idea to build them up with red meat.
I put the contents on a paving stone and they went to town, Spot is a gravy man and worked on the gravy, while Mama dove into the meat. Cleo came out, she is food aggressive though and growled, her mother growled back at her ("Don't pull that on ME young lady!") and Cleo backed off. Cleo did get some at the end.
Spot and Mama let me pet them as they ate. I noticed Spot is a little ribby, I could feel his ribs. What must he have been like before I started feeding them? How fast would they have died a horrible lingering death of starvation? I felt so sad for them.
I am very happy I am feeding them so much because they clearly need it. Mama is finally filling out a little, which is good because she has to be healthy for her spay surgery.
I threw away the empty can and left them about 90% finished, Cleo came out and ate a little after I left. I want her to associate me with food and good things, she watches me pet her family, they seem to like it...maybe she should try it.
We're working.
I brought everything in the house and put it away. I had already had a protein shake and my pills this morning, I had a yogurt as well. I bought it to eat and yogurt's the only thing I want when it's miserable out.
I started rounding up dirty clothes (my workout clothes indicated I had been working out in hot, humid, weather!), I noticed Ron was awake. I asked him if he needed any help (I want to be the better person at all times, or as much as possible). He quietly said no and I left him alone.
I put some scent beads in the washer, a scented detergent pack, and loaded it about halfway. That's all I had. Ron likes being naked at home (there's a visual for you) so not much laundry for him. I had my workout clothes in addition to the regular ones.
Sometimes I wash something after just one workout, sometimes I hang it up and wear it a few more times, it really depends on the workout. I washed my walking shorts for the first time in a while but they didn't really "need" it, being nylon. But I did have a few things to wash. I also washed last weeks' capris. I wear them a couple days/week in a row and then wash. I really only sweat a lot in my workout clothes and my job isn't very dirty, so I feel fine doing that.
I got out another cute pair for next week. Black. Probably not a good idea as I will be taking a mostly white calico to the vet on Tuesday! Good thing I have a lint brush.
Oh, and I started my cycle just about a week late. I think the end is near but I still have plenty of supplies. I can always donate unopened stuff to the women's shelter when I am in menopause.
I used to have horrible cramps, but that has been a nice hormonal change, I don't have them anymore.
I walked past Ron's room a moment ago. Only today did I realize how often I check on him as I pass by. Anyway, he was back in bed and resting. Did it himself. Good. I hate getting him up even when he helps because it's a big strain and could damage my back.
Torbie is by my feet and Biscuit is behind me. They are very cute. I hope the introductions go well.
I changed into my workout clothes, went out and fed the cats, came in and about to get on the bike. I had even already turned on my fitness tracker.
Ron starts shouting for me. I went back (should have turned off the tracker). He was delusional. I don't mean he was "out of it" I mean he wasn't in reality at all, kept mumbling about "putting it on the floor". As near as I could tell he didn't even know he was on the floor.
I said something along the lines of "You're drunk, sober up" and went and did the bike. It was apparent to me he did not want to get into bed and was incapable of helping me anyway.
I went out, Mama cat and Spot came over. The definitely associate me with feeding and are always hungry. I suspect Spot is going to be a very big boy with his appetite.
They went in and explored the open garage. I open the garage when I have a delivery inbound, then we can put the groceries on the floor, close the door when done, then prop the door to the house and my guys can explore the garage.
So I thought it was probably a good idea for the "new" cats to check it out and leave their scent. I had gotten an email from Walmart, they do this prior to the delivery.
They tell you if they had any problems, made substitutions, or something was out of stock. Today they didn't have the washing machine cleaner, or the water fountain filters, and they subbed some flavors of yogurt for others. But it was all good, they have a pretty good idea what I like.
Next week we will be doing an inventory run. My drivers have proven very fond of a large, cold, hydration drink in these miserable summer days. So I got one in grape. I ordered one, 32 ounce bottle.
Walmart told me, sorry, we didn't have the 32 ounce bottle for 72 cents. Hope you don't mind, Heather, but we're sending you EIGHT 20 ounce bottles instead. What? Same charge, 72 cents. It pays to let them substitute sometimes.
My driver came, wearing high heels and a very nice, classy outfit. Probably the best dressed driver I have ever had, makeup and everything. She liked cats so was OK with them running around while we put the stuff up.
I gave her the tip, she was very nice about it. She left, then came back because we both forgot I had to sign.
I stood in the middle of the garage, wearing my purple t-shirt, and decided I had better crack open a can of cat food. I had ordered two, beef-themed, cat foods - wet of course. The cats were hungry. I had the cans right there in a bag by my feet. So I went and cracked it open. You should have heard the howling!
I got beef because they liked the beef baby food, I think it is a good idea to build them up with red meat.
I put the contents on a paving stone and they went to town, Spot is a gravy man and worked on the gravy, while Mama dove into the meat. Cleo came out, she is food aggressive though and growled, her mother growled back at her ("Don't pull that on ME young lady!") and Cleo backed off. Cleo did get some at the end.
Spot and Mama let me pet them as they ate. I noticed Spot is a little ribby, I could feel his ribs. What must he have been like before I started feeding them? How fast would they have died a horrible lingering death of starvation? I felt so sad for them.
I am very happy I am feeding them so much because they clearly need it. Mama is finally filling out a little, which is good because she has to be healthy for her spay surgery.
I threw away the empty can and left them about 90% finished, Cleo came out and ate a little after I left. I want her to associate me with food and good things, she watches me pet her family, they seem to like it...maybe she should try it.
We're working.
I brought everything in the house and put it away. I had already had a protein shake and my pills this morning, I had a yogurt as well. I bought it to eat and yogurt's the only thing I want when it's miserable out.
I started rounding up dirty clothes (my workout clothes indicated I had been working out in hot, humid, weather!), I noticed Ron was awake. I asked him if he needed any help (I want to be the better person at all times, or as much as possible). He quietly said no and I left him alone.
I put some scent beads in the washer, a scented detergent pack, and loaded it about halfway. That's all I had. Ron likes being naked at home (there's a visual for you) so not much laundry for him. I had my workout clothes in addition to the regular ones.
Sometimes I wash something after just one workout, sometimes I hang it up and wear it a few more times, it really depends on the workout. I washed my walking shorts for the first time in a while but they didn't really "need" it, being nylon. But I did have a few things to wash. I also washed last weeks' capris. I wear them a couple days/week in a row and then wash. I really only sweat a lot in my workout clothes and my job isn't very dirty, so I feel fine doing that.
I got out another cute pair for next week. Black. Probably not a good idea as I will be taking a mostly white calico to the vet on Tuesday! Good thing I have a lint brush.
Oh, and I started my cycle just about a week late. I think the end is near but I still have plenty of supplies. I can always donate unopened stuff to the women's shelter when I am in menopause.
I used to have horrible cramps, but that has been a nice hormonal change, I don't have them anymore.
I walked past Ron's room a moment ago. Only today did I realize how often I check on him as I pass by. Anyway, he was back in bed and resting. Did it himself. Good. I hate getting him up even when he helps because it's a big strain and could damage my back.
Torbie is by my feet and Biscuit is behind me. They are very cute. I hope the introductions go well.
Some new pictures (Cleo is warning up)
I would hate for my blog to be a place of endless bitching and negativity. I hope this made your day.
I didn't pet Cleo, but I showed her my hands, moved around a little, and talked a lot to her. I will try giving her some pets in a few days.
Spotty is so docile I can scruff him, pick him up, pet him all over, put my hand under his belly, move him, etc. Mom is also very tame and was clearly a pet before her pregnancy.
Exactly as expected
So, last night, basically Ron told me "I'm going to drink myself stupid, make a lot of noise, keep you up all night, and there's nothing you can do about it. I won't even use the excuse I am in a lot of pain because I'm not'.
He called it "a quiet blackout". He has this perception that he can get very drunk, and have a blackout, without disturbing me. I have told him repeatedly it is impossible for him, and abusive to me to do so. I need my sleep every night, it is VERY important with my illness, but, like an infant, he cares nothing for my needs. It is all about his desires, his wants... he settled in with his bottle when I went to bed.
And, sure enough, like the infant he woke me up every couple hours. Last night it was loud talking at nothing. He woke me up several times. I would yell at him to shut up, or on two occasions had to get up and tell him to be quiet. "Sah-ree! Won't happen again!" Until it did.
I finally got up at 6 am and told him I was very unhappy with him, he was a terrible husband and anyone who loved me would understand the importance of letting me sleep. I told him "Sorry" and excuses didn't cut it, he knew he would keep me up all night when he picked up the bottle, it was "very unfair" to keep me up all night and say I had today off - because I had to get up for certain things and I am not wired to just sleep all day if someone keeps me up all night.
I remember one night #6 had one of their [censored] parties, went until 3 AM. I got about 3 hours of sleep and then I woke up at 6:30. That's just how I'm wired. I can get a nap in the afternoon, but I cannot sleep during the day.
"What do you want me to do?" I told him go the [censored] to bed and hopefully I could get a little sleep. He clutched his bottle like a kid grabs a pacifier that might be taken away, took a couple of swigs straight off the bottle, and very slowly and reluctantly put it away. I got him into his bedroom.
I can tell a lot about Ron's intoxication level by his method in getting out of his wheelchair. Generally he lunges to his feet, takes a couple of side steps, puts one knee up on the mattress, and flops into bed. When he is very drunk he can't even get out of his wheelchair.
He got his butt lifted about 2 inches out of the wheelchair. I grabbed his hips and supported him, he was very unstable. Remember I am standing behind the wheelchair, if I take it away from him and he goes back he is going to crash down onto my legs/feet, causing serious damage.
He grunted angrily at me when I braced him. That is one thing I detest about him when he drinks, he heard some stupid wives' tale about alcohol is better absorbed through the mouth vs gi tract so he holds the alcohol in his mouth as long as possible, grunting "dialogue" at me. I tell him I won't speak to him when he's grunting and "make" him talk to me.
I asked him if he wanted help because, even drunk, he is very touchy about that. He said no, he didn't need any help. "OK" I said as I released him, and there he went, over on his side and down on the floor.
I walked away. I would destroy my body trying to get him off the floor. Drunk, he's no help and sometimes actively fights me when I am getting him up. Not worth it. Not to mention, if he's that drunk he will just fall again.
He loudly "reassured" me he was fine but I didn't care by that point. I walked away. He yelled something and I said "You'll get into bed when you sober up" and left him in the floor.
Last I passed his room he was on his side, on the floor, snoring. He can wake up on the floor as far as I'm concerned. He is getting better sleep than I did.
I even thought about setting an alarm and waking him up every half hour but I don't think it would help. He would just be a jackass the next time, too.
So, I don't feel bad. Ron got what he wanted, a degrading evening of intoxication. I wish he got hangovers, that would help, I think. If he actually felt physically ill the next day he might not drink as much. But he is not wired for that.
I won't share the details but Ron told me a story once about a family member, who was an alcoholic, very drunk on a couple of occasions. How degrading it was for his view of this person. How he vowed he would never be that person.
Yet here he is on the floor.
I just decided I am going to fine him every time he keeps me up all night. I will tell him when he sobers up today, it is going to cost him $100 a night every time he does it. And if he doesn't give it to me I will take it out of the business or savings account.
He called it "a quiet blackout". He has this perception that he can get very drunk, and have a blackout, without disturbing me. I have told him repeatedly it is impossible for him, and abusive to me to do so. I need my sleep every night, it is VERY important with my illness, but, like an infant, he cares nothing for my needs. It is all about his desires, his wants... he settled in with his bottle when I went to bed.
And, sure enough, like the infant he woke me up every couple hours. Last night it was loud talking at nothing. He woke me up several times. I would yell at him to shut up, or on two occasions had to get up and tell him to be quiet. "Sah-ree! Won't happen again!" Until it did.
I finally got up at 6 am and told him I was very unhappy with him, he was a terrible husband and anyone who loved me would understand the importance of letting me sleep. I told him "Sorry" and excuses didn't cut it, he knew he would keep me up all night when he picked up the bottle, it was "very unfair" to keep me up all night and say I had today off - because I had to get up for certain things and I am not wired to just sleep all day if someone keeps me up all night.
I remember one night #6 had one of their [censored] parties, went until 3 AM. I got about 3 hours of sleep and then I woke up at 6:30. That's just how I'm wired. I can get a nap in the afternoon, but I cannot sleep during the day.
"What do you want me to do?" I told him go the [censored] to bed and hopefully I could get a little sleep. He clutched his bottle like a kid grabs a pacifier that might be taken away, took a couple of swigs straight off the bottle, and very slowly and reluctantly put it away. I got him into his bedroom.
I can tell a lot about Ron's intoxication level by his method in getting out of his wheelchair. Generally he lunges to his feet, takes a couple of side steps, puts one knee up on the mattress, and flops into bed. When he is very drunk he can't even get out of his wheelchair.
He got his butt lifted about 2 inches out of the wheelchair. I grabbed his hips and supported him, he was very unstable. Remember I am standing behind the wheelchair, if I take it away from him and he goes back he is going to crash down onto my legs/feet, causing serious damage.
He grunted angrily at me when I braced him. That is one thing I detest about him when he drinks, he heard some stupid wives' tale about alcohol is better absorbed through the mouth vs gi tract so he holds the alcohol in his mouth as long as possible, grunting "dialogue" at me. I tell him I won't speak to him when he's grunting and "make" him talk to me.
I asked him if he wanted help because, even drunk, he is very touchy about that. He said no, he didn't need any help. "OK" I said as I released him, and there he went, over on his side and down on the floor.
I walked away. I would destroy my body trying to get him off the floor. Drunk, he's no help and sometimes actively fights me when I am getting him up. Not worth it. Not to mention, if he's that drunk he will just fall again.
He loudly "reassured" me he was fine but I didn't care by that point. I walked away. He yelled something and I said "You'll get into bed when you sober up" and left him in the floor.
Last I passed his room he was on his side, on the floor, snoring. He can wake up on the floor as far as I'm concerned. He is getting better sleep than I did.
I even thought about setting an alarm and waking him up every half hour but I don't think it would help. He would just be a jackass the next time, too.
So, I don't feel bad. Ron got what he wanted, a degrading evening of intoxication. I wish he got hangovers, that would help, I think. If he actually felt physically ill the next day he might not drink as much. But he is not wired for that.
I won't share the details but Ron told me a story once about a family member, who was an alcoholic, very drunk on a couple of occasions. How degrading it was for his view of this person. How he vowed he would never be that person.
Yet here he is on the floor.
I just decided I am going to fine him every time he keeps me up all night. I will tell him when he sobers up today, it is going to cost him $100 a night every time he does it. And if he doesn't give it to me I will take it out of the business or savings account.
Saturday, July 27, 2019
Not happy with Ron
I am unsure what you know of bipolar disorder. We get depressed. We get manic. Sometimes we get both (I take a drug just for that). Sometimes we cycle quickly, sometimes not. Sometimes we have other symptoms like my psychotic issues but as far as diagnosis goes the bipolar trumps everything.
Everyone knows and understands depression, everyone has been there. Everyone understands "crazy" - psychotic symptoms, hearing voices, hallucinating, delusions.
But I don't think everyone understands manic. In my case it was a lot of shopping, a lot of talking, intense interest in various subjects, and what I will term as "reckless behavior". In one case I baited a gangbanger. In another I chased down a carload of gangbangers and cussed them out because they almost ran over Ron and me when we were crossing the street.
And then there was the highly embarrassing sexual behavior. Especially when we were dating. I won't go into details but I am embarrassed now, looking back, I did all that. I didn't have frequent manias back then but sex was a component in some of them. On two occasions (one before I moved in with him, one after) I did things I deeply regret.
AND RON WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT THEM. He tells me how great it was that I did these things, how "beautiful and free", etc. I tell him to please drop it and he says I have nothing to be ashamed of.
This, from someone who has proven to be pretty amoral. I'm not taking HIS value judgement.
He did it again tonight. I finally got through to him, tonight, I think. I asked him if he wanted me to constantly bring up all the embarrassing and degrading things he has done when drunk. He said no. I said it is the same thing.
He shut up. But the next time he brings up the sexual behavior (I think he does it to shame me) I will start bringing up things he would REALLY rather forget, that he did while drunk. And I have a much longer list than he does.
And what is it with this "quiet blackout" bullshit? THERE IS NO SUCH THING. There is falling on the floor, hurting yourself, and keeping me up all night, but that doesn't matter because we have tomorrow off?
What the hell?
I would never put myself in the condition where I would bother Ron. It wouldn't be fair to him, or myself. He is disgusting when he drinks, that is the only word I can use.
I just don't do that, ever. I feel horrible if I have a migraine, can't eat, and miss a dose of my pills. I fell horribly guilty and take my medicine as soon as I can.
He DOESN'T need it for pain, I gave him kratom and I even asked if he was hurting, and he said NO. He just wants to become oblivious.
I never thought I would love a man who would seek out becoming a literal slobbering drunk. It is so unbecoming, I don't want to see him like that. I want to value and respect him, see him as a good guy who values and respects me.
But at the end of the day he does not.
Everyone knows and understands depression, everyone has been there. Everyone understands "crazy" - psychotic symptoms, hearing voices, hallucinating, delusions.
But I don't think everyone understands manic. In my case it was a lot of shopping, a lot of talking, intense interest in various subjects, and what I will term as "reckless behavior". In one case I baited a gangbanger. In another I chased down a carload of gangbangers and cussed them out because they almost ran over Ron and me when we were crossing the street.
And then there was the highly embarrassing sexual behavior. Especially when we were dating. I won't go into details but I am embarrassed now, looking back, I did all that. I didn't have frequent manias back then but sex was a component in some of them. On two occasions (one before I moved in with him, one after) I did things I deeply regret.
AND RON WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT THEM. He tells me how great it was that I did these things, how "beautiful and free", etc. I tell him to please drop it and he says I have nothing to be ashamed of.
This, from someone who has proven to be pretty amoral. I'm not taking HIS value judgement.
He did it again tonight. I finally got through to him, tonight, I think. I asked him if he wanted me to constantly bring up all the embarrassing and degrading things he has done when drunk. He said no. I said it is the same thing.
He shut up. But the next time he brings up the sexual behavior (I think he does it to shame me) I will start bringing up things he would REALLY rather forget, that he did while drunk. And I have a much longer list than he does.
And what is it with this "quiet blackout" bullshit? THERE IS NO SUCH THING. There is falling on the floor, hurting yourself, and keeping me up all night, but that doesn't matter because we have tomorrow off?
What the hell?
I would never put myself in the condition where I would bother Ron. It wouldn't be fair to him, or myself. He is disgusting when he drinks, that is the only word I can use.
I just don't do that, ever. I feel horrible if I have a migraine, can't eat, and miss a dose of my pills. I fell horribly guilty and take my medicine as soon as I can.
He DOESN'T need it for pain, I gave him kratom and I even asked if he was hurting, and he said NO. He just wants to become oblivious.
I never thought I would love a man who would seek out becoming a literal slobbering drunk. It is so unbecoming, I don't want to see him like that. I want to value and respect him, see him as a good guy who values and respects me.
But at the end of the day he does not.
Saturday
The afternoon walk is really working for me. Especially after a hard day at work.
I slept OK, didn't take a shower this morning because I took it last night. That made getting ready easier. I fed the inside cats, then Mama and Spot. Cleo was shy today and didn't come over, she is still nursing.
I did watch a little of Pavel's video "Enter the Kettlebell". It has a lot of useful information and I can see why he is considered a parent of the sport. I haven't finished watching the video, it is so dense I take a bite, watch some more later, etc.
I dressed in one of my performance tshirts and my capris, these were almost tight about a month ago and are now becoming baggy. That is fun.
I wore my ankle high work boots today, they are actually more comfortable without an insole. Off to the warehouse.
They had a trainee. We are a good training exercise because Ron is in a wheelchair, and blind. He "transfers" out of the wheelchair into a standard seat, and has an annual pass. He is also amicable.
I parked him and did my shopping. I had just enough left in my budget to buy another case of caramel protein shakes. Those things are so good and fill me up forever. That is great at work, when I am surrounded by every delicious snack food in existence. So I got them.
I also got all the standard things for work. Paid.
Jack came. Next week it will be our backup driver, on Sunday (cries). I hate Sunday at Sam's.
I had stuck a Powerade in the freezer, in my opinion everyone likes the fruit punch flavor so that's what I hand out (not just Jack). He loved it. Definitely continuing that during the hot months.
We got it all unloaded, pretty drama free today. I mainly helped Ron stock.
He had a bad night and forgot I had put some Kratom by his bed, so he just suffered all night. Sleep deprivation + the Tramadol made him pretty foggy. Tramadol basically gives him dementia, but it does work, he says, for the pain. I just wish he had taken the kratom instead. He needed more help than usual but I didn't mind because he was sweet.
I will crawl over broken glass if he is kind and appreciative, but I won't piss on him if he's burning, and ugly. He has figured this out to a large degree.
We finished up and a rather LONG wait outside in the very hot, BRIGHT, sun and humidity. I was wishing for my new glasses, with the "magic" sunglass tint. I had originally planned to go home, put Ron up, feed the cats, and take a walk, but not at that point in the day.
Our driver finally came, and took us home. I fed the cats (my new full time job), all of them, and then took a nap. I got up and dressed in my workout clothes. The outside cats wanted another meal. They won't be skinny for long!
I would just leave a bowl out but I can't do that if I want to tame the kittens. Spot is to the point where he will often let me pet him when he is not eating. So it is me taking the food out, several times a day, sitting in the chair with the bowl between my feet, and petting everyone while they eat. It is working, Spot is becoming more social. Even Frosty didn't progress that fast, and he turned into a huge lap cat.
I took my walk after I got up (woke up with a headache, took some Excedrin, walked when it kicked in). I went for about half an hour, I had already walked a lot today so I wanted to listen to my body. I had a good walk. It was very hot but I didn't mind. I had a giant powerade and had taken a salt tablet. I have no problems with a workout in the heat if I do that.
3 houses were grilling steak, I could smell it.
I came home, fed the outside cats, lots of petting for everyone but Cleo, hiding under my chair. Earlier I had seen Spot nursing so I imagine Cleo is, too.
Spot got a lot of petting, he is still a little skittish but getting there. I held the jar of baby food while Mama licked it out, then ate some dry, that girl can eat! But she nursing so I would never restrict her food, she got them this far, and they are two very nice healthy kittens - so good job. I am sure it was her first litter.
Then I did some chores, we have tomorrow off so that is nice. I am not sure if I will do a workout but I will take care of myself. Next week looks to be fairly busy, work, taking Mama to the vet, etc.
I may do a Walmart delivery tomorrow but I haven't made up my mind. We will see.
First I have to call my parents, then I have a chicken parmesan dinner in the freezer for dinner.
I slept OK, didn't take a shower this morning because I took it last night. That made getting ready easier. I fed the inside cats, then Mama and Spot. Cleo was shy today and didn't come over, she is still nursing.
I did watch a little of Pavel's video "Enter the Kettlebell". It has a lot of useful information and I can see why he is considered a parent of the sport. I haven't finished watching the video, it is so dense I take a bite, watch some more later, etc.
I dressed in one of my performance tshirts and my capris, these were almost tight about a month ago and are now becoming baggy. That is fun.
I wore my ankle high work boots today, they are actually more comfortable without an insole. Off to the warehouse.
They had a trainee. We are a good training exercise because Ron is in a wheelchair, and blind. He "transfers" out of the wheelchair into a standard seat, and has an annual pass. He is also amicable.
I parked him and did my shopping. I had just enough left in my budget to buy another case of caramel protein shakes. Those things are so good and fill me up forever. That is great at work, when I am surrounded by every delicious snack food in existence. So I got them.
I also got all the standard things for work. Paid.
Jack came. Next week it will be our backup driver, on Sunday (cries). I hate Sunday at Sam's.
I had stuck a Powerade in the freezer, in my opinion everyone likes the fruit punch flavor so that's what I hand out (not just Jack). He loved it. Definitely continuing that during the hot months.
We got it all unloaded, pretty drama free today. I mainly helped Ron stock.
He had a bad night and forgot I had put some Kratom by his bed, so he just suffered all night. Sleep deprivation + the Tramadol made him pretty foggy. Tramadol basically gives him dementia, but it does work, he says, for the pain. I just wish he had taken the kratom instead. He needed more help than usual but I didn't mind because he was sweet.
I will crawl over broken glass if he is kind and appreciative, but I won't piss on him if he's burning, and ugly. He has figured this out to a large degree.
We finished up and a rather LONG wait outside in the very hot, BRIGHT, sun and humidity. I was wishing for my new glasses, with the "magic" sunglass tint. I had originally planned to go home, put Ron up, feed the cats, and take a walk, but not at that point in the day.
Our driver finally came, and took us home. I fed the cats (my new full time job), all of them, and then took a nap. I got up and dressed in my workout clothes. The outside cats wanted another meal. They won't be skinny for long!
I would just leave a bowl out but I can't do that if I want to tame the kittens. Spot is to the point where he will often let me pet him when he is not eating. So it is me taking the food out, several times a day, sitting in the chair with the bowl between my feet, and petting everyone while they eat. It is working, Spot is becoming more social. Even Frosty didn't progress that fast, and he turned into a huge lap cat.
I took my walk after I got up (woke up with a headache, took some Excedrin, walked when it kicked in). I went for about half an hour, I had already walked a lot today so I wanted to listen to my body. I had a good walk. It was very hot but I didn't mind. I had a giant powerade and had taken a salt tablet. I have no problems with a workout in the heat if I do that.
3 houses were grilling steak, I could smell it.
I came home, fed the outside cats, lots of petting for everyone but Cleo, hiding under my chair. Earlier I had seen Spot nursing so I imagine Cleo is, too.
Spot got a lot of petting, he is still a little skittish but getting there. I held the jar of baby food while Mama licked it out, then ate some dry, that girl can eat! But she nursing so I would never restrict her food, she got them this far, and they are two very nice healthy kittens - so good job. I am sure it was her first litter.
Then I did some chores, we have tomorrow off so that is nice. I am not sure if I will do a workout but I will take care of myself. Next week looks to be fairly busy, work, taking Mama to the vet, etc.
I may do a Walmart delivery tomorrow but I haven't made up my mind. We will see.
First I have to call my parents, then I have a chicken parmesan dinner in the freezer for dinner.
Friday, July 26, 2019
A blast from the past
I started off a little annoyed.
Ron has this "thing" about Torbie. I don't think he believes she really loves him for who he is, and is always looking for her "angle". She likes him, he is treat man, gentle with her, and likes petting her. She loves petting and will literally paw at my face if I stop petting her.
She likes to hang out with him. For whatever bizarre reason, that upsets him. He thinks I am neglecting her and "forcing' her to seek him out. She doesn't work that way. As I've said she will paw my face if she feels neglected. Or scold me. She has a scolding meow.
I tell him this, she likes you. It doesn't mean I have "failed" her in any way. She is a generous cat and shares her love with everyone. Even plumbers.
But he got pretty ugly about it because I wouldn't go pet her when he told me to, and started saying things about my mother and stepmother. They used to be raw points for me, I would get very upset if you compared me to either, but now I just ignore it. Which I did.
But the cat is fine. She wanted the fan so she got on the bed, lying by his feet, directly in front of the fan. Even Baby Girl was fine with that and laid down right next to her.
I said screw it and put on my workout clothes, bike shorts and a tshirt. Not too loose, though. I watched some youtube videos about side lunges with a kettle bell. That sounded like fun and I wanted to add something into the workout.
I did a warmup on the bike and then did the side lunges. I did double the amount of get ups I can normally do so a good call. Then I did the rest of my workout. It was very hot and humid in the garage (but I had the headache earlier) so I used the chalk on the heavy kettlebell.
I had a good workout, logged it, and then did some stretching for several minutes. I have always been HORRIBLE about stretching and have found it better to do just after the workout.
Then all done, came in the house. It felt so nice and cool. I had taken a salt tablet and drank a big (32 ounce) Powerade but I felt it was probably a good idea to take another tablet. So I did. My clothes were soaked.
So that's all done. I met my cardio goals for the week and I did 2 kettle bell workouts, and my stretching. Not bad for the headache.
I saw something interesting on Facebook last night. For whatever reason, I am getting updates on my primary abuser on Facebook. He sent me a friend request years ago which I took, just to see how he was doing.
NOT VERY WELL. My parents try to put a good spin on things but he sounds like my birth mother, just chaos and one drama after another. And they aren't even related, he is my step brother.
He used to come in my room (without permission), verbally abuse me, physically abuse me, etc. and I used to get in trouble for defending myself. She would be patting him on the head, consoling him,and giving him treats while I was punished for defending myself against abuse.
It upset me for a long time until I realized how badly that damaged him. If you act like a shithead in the real world, you get punished. She never taught him that. No one says you are a poor baby when you go off on someone. You don't get prizes for attacking someone unless you are an MMA fighter, which he's not. So he has really struggled. From what I can tell he has a major drinking problem and is not consistent with his pills, one reason my parents are always so awestruck I am on the plan and compliant with my treatment plan.
So, in the end, I won. Anyway he put up another photo. They are always so dark and depressing. This one he was wearing eye makeup (he is in his 40's) and an upside down cross. How old are we? This is something I would expect from a 22 year old, or his teenage son, even. He looks so jaded and dissipated. Just awful.
I am glad he is not in my life. Amusingly enough, I took Ron to the family reunion in 2009. One night "the steps" (two stepbrothers and my stepsister) "borrowed" Ron and went drinking together for hours. Ron bought a couple of rounds and they talked. They brought him back very drunk, almost falling out of his wheelchair, saying they were "sorry" (right!) they got him so drunk.
The next day, each of them, individually, came up to me and told me Ron had their seal of approval, he was "cool" and they really liked him. Including my abuser. I found that really interesting. I never wanted his approval. Here the kid who called my husband "a raghead" (but he is not racist, just ask his Facebook) was now approving.
I asked Ron what he said to them,he said he told them how much he loved me, how great I was, etc. And he bought a couple of rounds. That is apparently all it took.
So now they all think he is "totally cool". If I wanted their approval, which I don't.
So that's done...just an interesting side note. It used to be hearing about the abuser would upset me for a while but now I just blow it off. He is making a miserable life for himself, but it's the one he wants. We all have choices and he is making bad ones.
He wanted to be a bartender, then he wanted to be a hairdresser, he was working an assembly line for a while, God only knows if he is even working now. Not at a good job, dressed like that! If I showed up like that for work they would laugh me out of the building!
But I got my workout, that is DONE so I don't have to worry about it. I like to get the kettle bells Tuesday and Friday. Those days seem to work better for me. "They" say 3 days a week is better but it is too hard for me because I have a physical stocking job and helping Ron. I always seem to get enough cardio if I get the two workouts. I like taking walks in the park or riding the exercise bike. I haven't felt a rush to buy any other fitness equipment.
But I am so glad I got the chalk. My hands were getting really sweaty out there. I don't want sweaty hands gripping a 30 pound kettle bell I am swinging in an arc towards my bedroom. That just sounds like a bad ending. But the chalk gives me enough grip so it stays where it should, in my hands.
Mama cat and Spot love the baby food, I will have to get more. I got some on my hand so I wiped it on Spot, Mama cat had a lot of fun licking him off! Very cute.
I think I am going to take my shower now and not tomorrow morning, then I can take another shower tomorrow night after my walk. But first I need to see if I need to do laundry, and then clean the litter boxes.
Later on I will get dressed again, go out, and feed the cats again. I am feeding them pretty much all they can eat.
Edit: did laundry, cleaned the boxes, took a shower. Went out and fed the cats again, this time Cleo crept up by my foot and ate, glancing up at me every second or so to make sure I wasn't about to GET her. Poor little thing. She is making good progress, they both are (kittens) but my dream of adopting them out while they are small and cute is probably just that. They will be bigger by the time I get them properly socialized, and the way my drivers talk about cats I will not be giving them to a driver. I will figure something out.
I took their water bowl and filled it up (inside the house) and Mama cat scolded me for taking it when I came back. They would be in big trouble without that water bowl. I even saw a squirrel waiting for a drink out of the bowl. Then Mama cat tried to get in the house when I went back. I told her to be patient, it would be a few days but it would happen.
Ron has this "thing" about Torbie. I don't think he believes she really loves him for who he is, and is always looking for her "angle". She likes him, he is treat man, gentle with her, and likes petting her. She loves petting and will literally paw at my face if I stop petting her.
She likes to hang out with him. For whatever bizarre reason, that upsets him. He thinks I am neglecting her and "forcing' her to seek him out. She doesn't work that way. As I've said she will paw my face if she feels neglected. Or scold me. She has a scolding meow.
I tell him this, she likes you. It doesn't mean I have "failed" her in any way. She is a generous cat and shares her love with everyone. Even plumbers.
But he got pretty ugly about it because I wouldn't go pet her when he told me to, and started saying things about my mother and stepmother. They used to be raw points for me, I would get very upset if you compared me to either, but now I just ignore it. Which I did.
But the cat is fine. She wanted the fan so she got on the bed, lying by his feet, directly in front of the fan. Even Baby Girl was fine with that and laid down right next to her.
I said screw it and put on my workout clothes, bike shorts and a tshirt. Not too loose, though. I watched some youtube videos about side lunges with a kettle bell. That sounded like fun and I wanted to add something into the workout.
I did a warmup on the bike and then did the side lunges. I did double the amount of get ups I can normally do so a good call. Then I did the rest of my workout. It was very hot and humid in the garage (but I had the headache earlier) so I used the chalk on the heavy kettlebell.
I had a good workout, logged it, and then did some stretching for several minutes. I have always been HORRIBLE about stretching and have found it better to do just after the workout.
Then all done, came in the house. It felt so nice and cool. I had taken a salt tablet and drank a big (32 ounce) Powerade but I felt it was probably a good idea to take another tablet. So I did. My clothes were soaked.
So that's all done. I met my cardio goals for the week and I did 2 kettle bell workouts, and my stretching. Not bad for the headache.
I saw something interesting on Facebook last night. For whatever reason, I am getting updates on my primary abuser on Facebook. He sent me a friend request years ago which I took, just to see how he was doing.
NOT VERY WELL. My parents try to put a good spin on things but he sounds like my birth mother, just chaos and one drama after another. And they aren't even related, he is my step brother.
He used to come in my room (without permission), verbally abuse me, physically abuse me, etc. and I used to get in trouble for defending myself. She would be patting him on the head, consoling him,and giving him treats while I was punished for defending myself against abuse.
It upset me for a long time until I realized how badly that damaged him. If you act like a shithead in the real world, you get punished. She never taught him that. No one says you are a poor baby when you go off on someone. You don't get prizes for attacking someone unless you are an MMA fighter, which he's not. So he has really struggled. From what I can tell he has a major drinking problem and is not consistent with his pills, one reason my parents are always so awestruck I am on the plan and compliant with my treatment plan.
So, in the end, I won. Anyway he put up another photo. They are always so dark and depressing. This one he was wearing eye makeup (he is in his 40's) and an upside down cross. How old are we? This is something I would expect from a 22 year old, or his teenage son, even. He looks so jaded and dissipated. Just awful.
I am glad he is not in my life. Amusingly enough, I took Ron to the family reunion in 2009. One night "the steps" (two stepbrothers and my stepsister) "borrowed" Ron and went drinking together for hours. Ron bought a couple of rounds and they talked. They brought him back very drunk, almost falling out of his wheelchair, saying they were "sorry" (right!) they got him so drunk.
The next day, each of them, individually, came up to me and told me Ron had their seal of approval, he was "cool" and they really liked him. Including my abuser. I found that really interesting. I never wanted his approval. Here the kid who called my husband "a raghead" (but he is not racist, just ask his Facebook) was now approving.
I asked Ron what he said to them,he said he told them how much he loved me, how great I was, etc. And he bought a couple of rounds. That is apparently all it took.
So now they all think he is "totally cool". If I wanted their approval, which I don't.
So that's done...just an interesting side note. It used to be hearing about the abuser would upset me for a while but now I just blow it off. He is making a miserable life for himself, but it's the one he wants. We all have choices and he is making bad ones.
He wanted to be a bartender, then he wanted to be a hairdresser, he was working an assembly line for a while, God only knows if he is even working now. Not at a good job, dressed like that! If I showed up like that for work they would laugh me out of the building!
But I got my workout, that is DONE so I don't have to worry about it. I like to get the kettle bells Tuesday and Friday. Those days seem to work better for me. "They" say 3 days a week is better but it is too hard for me because I have a physical stocking job and helping Ron. I always seem to get enough cardio if I get the two workouts. I like taking walks in the park or riding the exercise bike. I haven't felt a rush to buy any other fitness equipment.
But I am so glad I got the chalk. My hands were getting really sweaty out there. I don't want sweaty hands gripping a 30 pound kettle bell I am swinging in an arc towards my bedroom. That just sounds like a bad ending. But the chalk gives me enough grip so it stays where it should, in my hands.
Mama cat and Spot love the baby food, I will have to get more. I got some on my hand so I wiped it on Spot, Mama cat had a lot of fun licking him off! Very cute.
I think I am going to take my shower now and not tomorrow morning, then I can take another shower tomorrow night after my walk. But first I need to see if I need to do laundry, and then clean the litter boxes.
Later on I will get dressed again, go out, and feed the cats again. I am feeding them pretty much all they can eat.
Edit: did laundry, cleaned the boxes, took a shower. Went out and fed the cats again, this time Cleo crept up by my foot and ate, glancing up at me every second or so to make sure I wasn't about to GET her. Poor little thing. She is making good progress, they both are (kittens) but my dream of adopting them out while they are small and cute is probably just that. They will be bigger by the time I get them properly socialized, and the way my drivers talk about cats I will not be giving them to a driver. I will figure something out.
I took their water bowl and filled it up (inside the house) and Mama cat scolded me for taking it when I came back. They would be in big trouble without that water bowl. I even saw a squirrel waiting for a drink out of the bowl. Then Mama cat tried to get in the house when I went back. I told her to be patient, it would be a few days but it would happen.
They weren't kidding about the baby food
So Ron and I went outside a little early, he had some treats. Mama cat likes him and came right over, meowing in her raspy fashion. She rubbed against Ron's leg as he squealed with pleasure, petted her, lots of treats.
Cleo came out and watched Ron treating her mother. She looked interested but huddled on a paving stone several feet away. Ron gave me some treats, I walked over, she fled. I put the treats down on her stone, and walked back to Ron. She came out and sampled a treat, her eyes got bigger, and she devoured it eagerly, sitting down as she worked on the other treats. When I went to give her more treats (she kept hiding when I walked over, but hid closer and closer to me), her mother ran over and ate them!
Mama has been such a good MOM I had her up for sainthood, but not when it comes to treats! She will steal them from the babies if we give her a chance! I thought that was funny.
So we gave them a lot of treats while we waited. They are going to love Ron.
Our ride came and we had a ride to Walmart. There was police action some miles away, not on the way at all, and our driver was a nosy one who drove out of the way, over there, to 'see for herself". One driver had said police were searching her vehicle, why would you willingly drive into that? Especially since it isn't on the way?
I didn't complain because Ron was worried he would "spend too long" at the store. He was mainly sending me to make the deposit, so I could buy him a new LG 450 flip phone.
It wasn't cheap, either.
But I love my phone and will pay whatever it takes to get the same thing (next generation) when it is time. I can understand brand loyalty.
And now he has a $50 credit in my account we can use toward kratom or something. I did find it funny. I was telling him about Earth Kratom's "Train wreck" pain blend and he got VERY offended at the concept. I did not tell him I usually refer to him as a trainwreck when I'm talking about him online. He is! What else am I going to call him? I thought it might be a good thing for him to try, even though the Kingdom Kratom works great. But he was so offended at the term he shut it down. So we'll see, I guess. We still have "plenty".
I made my deposit (a little of my money too), and started cruising the store. I desperately wanted some Blue Bell Banana pudding ice cream. They did not have that, all their ice cream had almonds or chocolate (can't do either). So I felt very disappointed.
I know, I'll go get some diet Mountain Dew, that always cheers me up. OUT. Well, shit, do they have anything?
I did find myself on the baby food aisle as I was cutting through the infants department. I remember seeing a video with kitten lady where she said to use baby food (meat flavor) for the kittens, they love it. So I got a can of beef, it cost a dollar for a tiny jar. What are they putting in it? I bought more dry kitten food, etc.
I paid and went over to Ron, who suddenly decided he wanted to go to the cell phone department and "see if they had any talking phones". I wasn't happy about it but I dragged him over there. He spoke to someone who may have told him the only flip phones they had were garbage and not worth buying. But they might get in trouble if I related that so I'll just say that might have happened. "Go to your cell phone store" we were told. "They ought to have something".
So then I had to drag Ron back to where we were waiting. He asked me to buy our driver a hamburger so I did that, I felt hungry enough to buy a small one for myself. I ate that while we waited.
Our driver came, and made us move from the loading zone. Apparently one of the drivers blocked the front door, loading a client, and "got into it' with other customers and a security guard, so now the security guards only want them to load in the "no loading" zone. Stupid.
I got the front seat so I was happy. We picked up a blind man at a barber shop. I guess he wanted to look "fly". They talked about the police action again, I don't know what happened, and I don't care. It is not in my area. The bad guy will be caught sooner or later.
I called the vet and made an appointment for Mama's checkup on Tuesday. Every Tuesday this month has been medical for me in one sense or another, but I need to get her checked out so I can let her in the house and get her spayed.
We went home, Mama cat was there, along with a very eager Spot and Cleo. I got Ron in the house and put my stuff away, got out the can of baby food and a bowl of kitten food, and went out front. Spotty greeted me with lots of meowing, and came right over when he smelled the food. He was a little scared of the baby food at first until I accidentally got some on his nose. He licked it off and really enjoyed it. His mother had been licking baby food out of the jar, but he shoved her aside and stuck his whole head in the jar, eating so much I worried he'd get sick.
I hadn't seen Spot this morning so I was happy to feed him. Cleo hid under my chair, she is working on her confidence. Worst case I will trap her, get her fixed, and keep her outside. Some ferals just can't... and others like Spotty can. He lets me pick him up for a second, pet him all over, etc. little tail stiff in the air, happy as he eats or whatever. But I think Cleo had a bad experience that put her off people. Not her fault. I will keep working with her.
It should be pretty easy to catch Mama cat on Tuesday. The office gal at the vet thought the name was cute. Get her tested, shots, exam. Figure out how old she is and when we can spay. She is fattening up nicely but still what I would consider "thin" (probably more average weight). Ron gave me $200 towards her visit so he is committed.
It will be interesting because I was just there, but I am sure doc and company appreciate the money!
I came back inside and took a nap. Biscuit and Torbie joined me, they are my bed buddies. I slept OK but woke up with a headache, I am hoping the last of the Diet Mountain Dews will help with that. I am on my second. I really want to do my kettle bells today and not tomorrow morning. It will be hot but I will have a good workout, and I have chalk for my hands. The bag of chalk has been very helpful, I just grasp it in both hands and ready to work. I like simplicity.
So the hope is, after drinking this last soda, I will be able to do the workout. If I can't, I can't. I think my hormones are scrambled - my cycle is late - fertility is about done - but the transition is never easy from what I hear. My birth mother kept having cycles well into her 50's, other female relatives opted for hysterectomies (they would probably say they were not elective!) so I don't have a clear blueprint on what I can probably expect.
For now it has been nasty hormonal headaches around when my cycle is due, but the cycle has always been consistent. Not this week. If I'm done, I'm done, I'm fine with that. I am the proud mother of one semi feral, and one feral, kitten. I embrace my status as a crazy cat lady.
I really don't care about "my fertility" - I had a 30 year window to get pregnant if that's what I wanted. I didn't.
I just hope I have an easy transition when it comes.
Cleo came out and watched Ron treating her mother. She looked interested but huddled on a paving stone several feet away. Ron gave me some treats, I walked over, she fled. I put the treats down on her stone, and walked back to Ron. She came out and sampled a treat, her eyes got bigger, and she devoured it eagerly, sitting down as she worked on the other treats. When I went to give her more treats (she kept hiding when I walked over, but hid closer and closer to me), her mother ran over and ate them!
Mama has been such a good MOM I had her up for sainthood, but not when it comes to treats! She will steal them from the babies if we give her a chance! I thought that was funny.
So we gave them a lot of treats while we waited. They are going to love Ron.
Our ride came and we had a ride to Walmart. There was police action some miles away, not on the way at all, and our driver was a nosy one who drove out of the way, over there, to 'see for herself". One driver had said police were searching her vehicle, why would you willingly drive into that? Especially since it isn't on the way?
I didn't complain because Ron was worried he would "spend too long" at the store. He was mainly sending me to make the deposit, so I could buy him a new LG 450 flip phone.
It wasn't cheap, either.
But I love my phone and will pay whatever it takes to get the same thing (next generation) when it is time. I can understand brand loyalty.
And now he has a $50 credit in my account we can use toward kratom or something. I did find it funny. I was telling him about Earth Kratom's "Train wreck" pain blend and he got VERY offended at the concept. I did not tell him I usually refer to him as a trainwreck when I'm talking about him online. He is! What else am I going to call him? I thought it might be a good thing for him to try, even though the Kingdom Kratom works great. But he was so offended at the term he shut it down. So we'll see, I guess. We still have "plenty".
I made my deposit (a little of my money too), and started cruising the store. I desperately wanted some Blue Bell Banana pudding ice cream. They did not have that, all their ice cream had almonds or chocolate (can't do either). So I felt very disappointed.
I know, I'll go get some diet Mountain Dew, that always cheers me up. OUT. Well, shit, do they have anything?
I did find myself on the baby food aisle as I was cutting through the infants department. I remember seeing a video with kitten lady where she said to use baby food (meat flavor) for the kittens, they love it. So I got a can of beef, it cost a dollar for a tiny jar. What are they putting in it? I bought more dry kitten food, etc.
I paid and went over to Ron, who suddenly decided he wanted to go to the cell phone department and "see if they had any talking phones". I wasn't happy about it but I dragged him over there. He spoke to someone who may have told him the only flip phones they had were garbage and not worth buying. But they might get in trouble if I related that so I'll just say that might have happened. "Go to your cell phone store" we were told. "They ought to have something".
So then I had to drag Ron back to where we were waiting. He asked me to buy our driver a hamburger so I did that, I felt hungry enough to buy a small one for myself. I ate that while we waited.
Our driver came, and made us move from the loading zone. Apparently one of the drivers blocked the front door, loading a client, and "got into it' with other customers and a security guard, so now the security guards only want them to load in the "no loading" zone. Stupid.
I got the front seat so I was happy. We picked up a blind man at a barber shop. I guess he wanted to look "fly". They talked about the police action again, I don't know what happened, and I don't care. It is not in my area. The bad guy will be caught sooner or later.
I called the vet and made an appointment for Mama's checkup on Tuesday. Every Tuesday this month has been medical for me in one sense or another, but I need to get her checked out so I can let her in the house and get her spayed.
We went home, Mama cat was there, along with a very eager Spot and Cleo. I got Ron in the house and put my stuff away, got out the can of baby food and a bowl of kitten food, and went out front. Spotty greeted me with lots of meowing, and came right over when he smelled the food. He was a little scared of the baby food at first until I accidentally got some on his nose. He licked it off and really enjoyed it. His mother had been licking baby food out of the jar, but he shoved her aside and stuck his whole head in the jar, eating so much I worried he'd get sick.
I hadn't seen Spot this morning so I was happy to feed him. Cleo hid under my chair, she is working on her confidence. Worst case I will trap her, get her fixed, and keep her outside. Some ferals just can't... and others like Spotty can. He lets me pick him up for a second, pet him all over, etc. little tail stiff in the air, happy as he eats or whatever. But I think Cleo had a bad experience that put her off people. Not her fault. I will keep working with her.
It should be pretty easy to catch Mama cat on Tuesday. The office gal at the vet thought the name was cute. Get her tested, shots, exam. Figure out how old she is and when we can spay. She is fattening up nicely but still what I would consider "thin" (probably more average weight). Ron gave me $200 towards her visit so he is committed.
It will be interesting because I was just there, but I am sure doc and company appreciate the money!
I came back inside and took a nap. Biscuit and Torbie joined me, they are my bed buddies. I slept OK but woke up with a headache, I am hoping the last of the Diet Mountain Dews will help with that. I am on my second. I really want to do my kettle bells today and not tomorrow morning. It will be hot but I will have a good workout, and I have chalk for my hands. The bag of chalk has been very helpful, I just grasp it in both hands and ready to work. I like simplicity.
So the hope is, after drinking this last soda, I will be able to do the workout. If I can't, I can't. I think my hormones are scrambled - my cycle is late - fertility is about done - but the transition is never easy from what I hear. My birth mother kept having cycles well into her 50's, other female relatives opted for hysterectomies (they would probably say they were not elective!) so I don't have a clear blueprint on what I can probably expect.
For now it has been nasty hormonal headaches around when my cycle is due, but the cycle has always been consistent. Not this week. If I'm done, I'm done, I'm fine with that. I am the proud mother of one semi feral, and one feral, kitten. I embrace my status as a crazy cat lady.
I really don't care about "my fertility" - I had a 30 year window to get pregnant if that's what I wanted. I didn't.
I just hope I have an easy transition when it comes.
It is a MODERATED blog
Just a quick note before I take a nap.
I think "most of us" understand I have a moderated blog. You can leave comments, I decide if they post.
If you leave a vicious or incomprehensible "ESL" post I will not be posting them, especially if you are trying to link a website.
Yes, I know some people will allow a post linking a website, if that post links them. I do not do that. Last I read I am getting eleven THOUSAND hits a month. I don't need more traffic. If it comes, great, but I am not losing sleep over it.
Hello to Norway, by the way. I have a lot of readers from there.
Anyway, when I set up the blog I had 3 choices. Do not allow comments to post. Post everything. Or, my choice, allow me to select what posts. If I find it "useful" in some capacity I will post it.
If it is a useful link to a website educating me on how to tame Cleo the feral kitten, I will post it. But a random, unintelligible post promoting your personal website? No, I will not.
You can always start your own blog if you want a pulpit.
I think "most of us" understand I have a moderated blog. You can leave comments, I decide if they post.
If you leave a vicious or incomprehensible "ESL" post I will not be posting them, especially if you are trying to link a website.
Yes, I know some people will allow a post linking a website, if that post links them. I do not do that. Last I read I am getting eleven THOUSAND hits a month. I don't need more traffic. If it comes, great, but I am not losing sleep over it.
Hello to Norway, by the way. I have a lot of readers from there.
Anyway, when I set up the blog I had 3 choices. Do not allow comments to post. Post everything. Or, my choice, allow me to select what posts. If I find it "useful" in some capacity I will post it.
If it is a useful link to a website educating me on how to tame Cleo the feral kitten, I will post it. But a random, unintelligible post promoting your personal website? No, I will not.
You can always start your own blog if you want a pulpit.
Migraine
OH, I am wrung out. That was a nasty headache. I checked my calendar, most likely hormonal. It appears I am shifting into the "late cycles if I get them at all" phase in my hormonal journey. Good thing I am working out.
Yesterday was pretty awful. I crawled into bed as soon as I could. I have to give Ron is props for being quiet and not demanding anything.
I rested as much as I could, which as you may know is very difficult with a migraine. We are having unusually mild weather so I was not surprised to see #6 bring out all the kids for an outside play session.
They finally stopped kicking the ball into my house when I had the police out to explain to them it is wrong, and against deed restrictions to do so. The side of my house IS the property line for about 40 feet so they just saw it as this great wall to kick things off of. That stopped, then they were kicking the ball over the fence into my yard, either trespassing and looking in my windows, having big groups of kids running around in (my much larger) yard having little parties, talking shit about me and Ron, etc. I finally put a stop to that which meant they also stopped kicking the ball into our shared fence because they might "lose" it and have to wait for me to give it back. I don't give it back on demand, none of their other neighbors did that by their own admission, and they were coming over as late as 11 PM when all our lights were off, ringing the doorbell like bill collectors, waking us up, demanding I go out back and fetch them their ball.
Screw you! Be more careful playing. The father really screwed up with his home buying. If he really wanted a large family of 8 he should have bought a house out in the country on a couple acres, where they could run and scream on their own property and not mine. They should have gotten a big enough lot that all the kids could play without having to worry about getting their ball back. But to buy a house on a 4K square foot lot, then build a bunch of additions taking most of the free space, expecting SIX kids to play on a 20x15 play area - it's just impossible. Which is why they kept coming over in my much larger yard.
I wanted a house with a large yard, I bought one. They drive, they could have done that too. We do NOT have a great school district and they don't even attend it - they go to charter schools so they could live anywhere. I just don't get it.
They stopped playing as much outside, their dad built them a huge playroom, so they play inside now that I am "mean" and asked them to stay off my property and stop bothering me. It is not my fault your dad has refused to buy a house with a lot fit for children. He might as well live in an apartment.
Apartments have bigger play areas. I did hope the cats were safely hidden. They weren't too loud and I kept reminding myself they have a track record of only taking half an hour when they go out to play. Their mother once gave me a ride from the bus stop and couldn't believe (from what she conveyed, she has very little English) that I was walking outside in the weather and a whole half mile to boot.
She really would have flipped if I told her I ran 13 miles one fine morning in 50 degree weather. She believes in keeping the kids inside unless it is 68 degrees with 20 percent humidity and partly cloudy. My Dad used to call people like that "weather wimps".
The kids were playing with an older man not their father. I found that a little alarming. When I was a kid I was not allowed to play with older men. I think it is a good rule... but their rules. I found that odd.
I know the father works a lot of cash jobs in construction, she has a cash daycare service - so they can continue getting welfare. I have gotten mail for them with welfare return addresses, I did not open it of course but VERY clear it was requalification paperwork. I don't see how they are allowed to have their expensive vehicles. When I went for Medicaid (to get my wisdom teeth out) they asked me to list all assets, including vehicles. I guess they are permitted a certain value in Texas. After I got my wisdom teeth out I turned off the Medicaid.
One day the authorities will catch up with them. Not my problem.
They finally shut up and went inside. The must have sweat a drop and their mother rushed them inside (rolleyes). She would DIE in my life, picking Ron off the floor, walking to the bus stop, stocking vending machines, unloading trucks, waiting on the bus 20-30 minutes, waiting at the transit center, more walking, etc.
I was able to get some good sleep, feeling better. I even got up and ate some cheese sticks.
Then back to bed and sleep. I slept great, still exhausted, but that is a post migraine thing. I get that after a bad one. It's caused post-ictal. Same with a seizure, how they get groggy after.
I slept a long time and woke up around 6. I had hoped to do a kettlebell workout but my head let me know that, while it didn't hurt, it would if I attempted a workout. I will hopefully get it later.
So I am having a hormonal headache even though no cycle. No one ever mentioned this one.
I will just be glad when I feel like 100% again.
Yesterday was pretty awful. I crawled into bed as soon as I could. I have to give Ron is props for being quiet and not demanding anything.
I rested as much as I could, which as you may know is very difficult with a migraine. We are having unusually mild weather so I was not surprised to see #6 bring out all the kids for an outside play session.
They finally stopped kicking the ball into my house when I had the police out to explain to them it is wrong, and against deed restrictions to do so. The side of my house IS the property line for about 40 feet so they just saw it as this great wall to kick things off of. That stopped, then they were kicking the ball over the fence into my yard, either trespassing and looking in my windows, having big groups of kids running around in (my much larger) yard having little parties, talking shit about me and Ron, etc. I finally put a stop to that which meant they also stopped kicking the ball into our shared fence because they might "lose" it and have to wait for me to give it back. I don't give it back on demand, none of their other neighbors did that by their own admission, and they were coming over as late as 11 PM when all our lights were off, ringing the doorbell like bill collectors, waking us up, demanding I go out back and fetch them their ball.
Screw you! Be more careful playing. The father really screwed up with his home buying. If he really wanted a large family of 8 he should have bought a house out in the country on a couple acres, where they could run and scream on their own property and not mine. They should have gotten a big enough lot that all the kids could play without having to worry about getting their ball back. But to buy a house on a 4K square foot lot, then build a bunch of additions taking most of the free space, expecting SIX kids to play on a 20x15 play area - it's just impossible. Which is why they kept coming over in my much larger yard.
I wanted a house with a large yard, I bought one. They drive, they could have done that too. We do NOT have a great school district and they don't even attend it - they go to charter schools so they could live anywhere. I just don't get it.
They stopped playing as much outside, their dad built them a huge playroom, so they play inside now that I am "mean" and asked them to stay off my property and stop bothering me. It is not my fault your dad has refused to buy a house with a lot fit for children. He might as well live in an apartment.
Apartments have bigger play areas. I did hope the cats were safely hidden. They weren't too loud and I kept reminding myself they have a track record of only taking half an hour when they go out to play. Their mother once gave me a ride from the bus stop and couldn't believe (from what she conveyed, she has very little English) that I was walking outside in the weather and a whole half mile to boot.
She really would have flipped if I told her I ran 13 miles one fine morning in 50 degree weather. She believes in keeping the kids inside unless it is 68 degrees with 20 percent humidity and partly cloudy. My Dad used to call people like that "weather wimps".
The kids were playing with an older man not their father. I found that a little alarming. When I was a kid I was not allowed to play with older men. I think it is a good rule... but their rules. I found that odd.
I know the father works a lot of cash jobs in construction, she has a cash daycare service - so they can continue getting welfare. I have gotten mail for them with welfare return addresses, I did not open it of course but VERY clear it was requalification paperwork. I don't see how they are allowed to have their expensive vehicles. When I went for Medicaid (to get my wisdom teeth out) they asked me to list all assets, including vehicles. I guess they are permitted a certain value in Texas. After I got my wisdom teeth out I turned off the Medicaid.
One day the authorities will catch up with them. Not my problem.
They finally shut up and went inside. The must have sweat a drop and their mother rushed them inside (rolleyes). She would DIE in my life, picking Ron off the floor, walking to the bus stop, stocking vending machines, unloading trucks, waiting on the bus 20-30 minutes, waiting at the transit center, more walking, etc.
I was able to get some good sleep, feeling better. I even got up and ate some cheese sticks.
Then back to bed and sleep. I slept great, still exhausted, but that is a post migraine thing. I get that after a bad one. It's caused post-ictal. Same with a seizure, how they get groggy after.
I slept a long time and woke up around 6. I had hoped to do a kettlebell workout but my head let me know that, while it didn't hurt, it would if I attempted a workout. I will hopefully get it later.
So I am having a hormonal headache even though no cycle. No one ever mentioned this one.
I will just be glad when I feel like 100% again.
Thursday, July 25, 2019
Finally called on the bank
I woke up with a migraine. I have had insane quantities of Mountain Dew and Excedrin. Even Kratom. The Mountain Dew seems to be doing the most right now.
We had to go to the bank, we need money for supplies this weekend. Ron also decided he wanted me to buy him another version of his phone so he has to put money in my account for that. I took some Kratom, Excedrin, and Mountain Dew. I was functional but it wasn't pretty.
I told Ron I was so happy I had ordered "magic glasses" (transitions) when I put in my order because a "magic" (darkens in bright light) tint sounded lovely right about then. He was happy he could help (He managed transport to/from so I didn't have to pay on my own).
I saw Mama and Spot this morning, fed them, petted Spot, he let me lift him up an inch or two as I petted him (websites said to do this). Then I took the food in the house and put it away.
Our ride arrived and I got Ron in the back passenger seat, "his" spot. The driver was happy he did not have to secure Ron in his wheelchair, in the back. But he did take the wheelchair and shove it against the house (I was standing nearby), get in the cab, and turn it on. I yelled "What are you doing?" and he said he had to move the cab so he could load the chair. I said no one else had any problems and he could, if he wanted and we had a straight trip, just fold the chair and put it in the backseat next to Ron. That is done more than paratransit would like. But overall very safe.
He considered it but he didn't know us, we might call in a report. I thought he was going to drive off with Ron and no wheelchair, and if you have EVER seen Ron without his wheelchair you know he absolutely needs one. The driver got out, put up the chair - THEN I got in my seat - and we went to the bank.
The door was still broken. A nice asian guy with a backpack let us in, and a large black lady let us out. Thank you very much. We did what we had come to do and then I gave Ron the ADA number. See, I said I would call if the bank continued to jerk us around. Someone shot out their windows a while back, they had it repaired in a few hours. They could fix the door, just don't want to.
Ron called and went through some menus only to be told they opened late on Thursdays and to call back after 12. We had a laugh over that, but I will have him call back.
I did not feel up to anything except going home and crawling into bed. So Ron cancelled the meal trip later (going out to eat) and I absolutely did not want a drive through. He asked how I would feel about them running and getting him some vodka. I said something along the lines of "I'm going to feel lousy where ever I go, it doesn't matter" and it didn't. It was a long ride to the liquor store from the bank but good money for the driver. We talked a little about the cats.
We went home and the driver put the vodka in the garage. The cats came out after he left and Mama came over to Ron, meowing. He pet her for a while and she kept lying down, getting up, nudging his hand, meowing some more, etc. Spot and Cleo watched from a distance. He said she felt thin and I said this is after a week of solid feeding. Poor babies.
We went in the house (very BRIGHT out there) and I laid down. Whatever Ron did he was quiet. He did encourage me to take more Kratom which helped me rest a little but didn't do a tremendous amount for the pain. It works far better for Ron.
I can't recall ever finding something great for my pain. One time, in desperation, an Emergency Room gave me a huge shot of Demerol. I don't remember much of the next couple days but I got home OK on the airplane.
I am a little better but not great. Ron wants to buy a new version of his cell phone so we will be getting the deposit tomorrow and then I can buy it when I get home. He will also take me to Walmart so I can get some more Mountain Dew, etc. He warned me repeatedly he is not doing a long trip but that is fine.
He offered to take me today in the cab (before we bought the vodka) and I shuddered and said no thanks. That would have been horrible.
Ugh. I'll be glad when I feel better.
We had to go to the bank, we need money for supplies this weekend. Ron also decided he wanted me to buy him another version of his phone so he has to put money in my account for that. I took some Kratom, Excedrin, and Mountain Dew. I was functional but it wasn't pretty.
I told Ron I was so happy I had ordered "magic glasses" (transitions) when I put in my order because a "magic" (darkens in bright light) tint sounded lovely right about then. He was happy he could help (He managed transport to/from so I didn't have to pay on my own).
I saw Mama and Spot this morning, fed them, petted Spot, he let me lift him up an inch or two as I petted him (websites said to do this). Then I took the food in the house and put it away.
Our ride arrived and I got Ron in the back passenger seat, "his" spot. The driver was happy he did not have to secure Ron in his wheelchair, in the back. But he did take the wheelchair and shove it against the house (I was standing nearby), get in the cab, and turn it on. I yelled "What are you doing?" and he said he had to move the cab so he could load the chair. I said no one else had any problems and he could, if he wanted and we had a straight trip, just fold the chair and put it in the backseat next to Ron. That is done more than paratransit would like. But overall very safe.
He considered it but he didn't know us, we might call in a report. I thought he was going to drive off with Ron and no wheelchair, and if you have EVER seen Ron without his wheelchair you know he absolutely needs one. The driver got out, put up the chair - THEN I got in my seat - and we went to the bank.
The door was still broken. A nice asian guy with a backpack let us in, and a large black lady let us out. Thank you very much. We did what we had come to do and then I gave Ron the ADA number. See, I said I would call if the bank continued to jerk us around. Someone shot out their windows a while back, they had it repaired in a few hours. They could fix the door, just don't want to.
Ron called and went through some menus only to be told they opened late on Thursdays and to call back after 12. We had a laugh over that, but I will have him call back.
I did not feel up to anything except going home and crawling into bed. So Ron cancelled the meal trip later (going out to eat) and I absolutely did not want a drive through. He asked how I would feel about them running and getting him some vodka. I said something along the lines of "I'm going to feel lousy where ever I go, it doesn't matter" and it didn't. It was a long ride to the liquor store from the bank but good money for the driver. We talked a little about the cats.
We went home and the driver put the vodka in the garage. The cats came out after he left and Mama came over to Ron, meowing. He pet her for a while and she kept lying down, getting up, nudging his hand, meowing some more, etc. Spot and Cleo watched from a distance. He said she felt thin and I said this is after a week of solid feeding. Poor babies.
We went in the house (very BRIGHT out there) and I laid down. Whatever Ron did he was quiet. He did encourage me to take more Kratom which helped me rest a little but didn't do a tremendous amount for the pain. It works far better for Ron.
I can't recall ever finding something great for my pain. One time, in desperation, an Emergency Room gave me a huge shot of Demerol. I don't remember much of the next couple days but I got home OK on the airplane.
I am a little better but not great. Ron wants to buy a new version of his cell phone so we will be getting the deposit tomorrow and then I can buy it when I get home. He will also take me to Walmart so I can get some more Mountain Dew, etc. He warned me repeatedly he is not doing a long trip but that is fine.
He offered to take me today in the cab (before we bought the vodka) and I shuddered and said no thanks. That would have been horrible.
Ugh. I'll be glad when I feel better.
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
The rest of Wednesday
I went to the gas station. Ron was working with his vodka in the kitchen and I really didn't want to sit around for it.
I had a moderate headache so I took some kratom (two capsules) along with my salt tablet (per doc) and headed out. I am handling the bridge better with less anxiety now. I am really happy to report that.
I got there and wanted some chips, so I got a small bag of sour cream and onion ruffles. I like those. I got a soda and a banana pudding. What they call banana pudding is not it, actually.
"Real" southern style banana pudding has butterscotch pudding. This had vanilla.
"Real" has sliced bananas in it. This does not.
This had an abundance of whipped cream, which I believe the "real" does not.
BUT it is very good and I love it. I sat down and ate my snack. I walked partway home, almost on the bridge when I heard my message alert tone.
Ron had called. I called him back, he was very upset and hard to understand, but I grasped it was about his phone. I wasn't too worried about THAT, he was not on the floor with a compound fracture.
I walked the rest of the way home (about 20 minutes each way, so good exercise). I helped Ron with his phone for about an hour.
He is having issues with his primary phone charging.
There is a problem with the PIN for his account.
His phone dropped the call right after he got a supervisor.
So he was pretty upset. I finally chided him about "his energy" and said "All I am doing is helping, you need to watch your energy" meaning there is a lot of negative. He was much better after that.
I got out his backup phone because the major issue was 'not charging". I said, let's try another charger. Ron didn't like that idea but once he plugged it in it said "charging" and stopped beeping at him.
I am the best wife in the world now, his very favorite. He is still on the phone working out the other issues but I believe I am done with most of the heavy lifting.
Oh, I just remembered I can take off my bra! BRB
Much better now.
About the cats: inside cats are great. I fed Mama and Spot this morning before we left for work at 5. I have not seen Cleo.
I didn't see anyone when I got home from work, but I did find Mama on the porch after my nap, fed her, got some petting, I even put her in my lap for a second. She purred for me and ate heartily.
I did not see Spot again, or Cleo. I worry about them and will be glad to get everyone in the house. But I did feed everyone (Mama) who showed up and her teats show she is still nursing so not too worried.
Here's an idea: I left a bottle of iced tea in my mailbox, and she took it! That's fun to do on those really miserably hot days.
We have to run some work errands tomorrow but I rescheduled my dr appointment for October - the original date didn't work for my aunt so I got another day after checking with her. And I already got my eye exam.
When I get a little extra cash (stop laughing!) I will get a filling done. But Ron has to pay for his annual pass in a little over a week. That is $400. It seldom hurts (the filling, not the pass) so I am not treating it as urgent, not like when I broke that back molar earlier this year.
I am curious how long it will take to get my glasses. It has been very bright recently so I'm thinking it's going to be nice to get those transitions lenses. When I had them I always enjoyed them, and I spend a fair amount of time outside.
Going to bed early tonight! I hope I can sleep OK.
I had a moderate headache so I took some kratom (two capsules) along with my salt tablet (per doc) and headed out. I am handling the bridge better with less anxiety now. I am really happy to report that.
I got there and wanted some chips, so I got a small bag of sour cream and onion ruffles. I like those. I got a soda and a banana pudding. What they call banana pudding is not it, actually.
"Real" southern style banana pudding has butterscotch pudding. This had vanilla.
"Real" has sliced bananas in it. This does not.
This had an abundance of whipped cream, which I believe the "real" does not.
BUT it is very good and I love it. I sat down and ate my snack. I walked partway home, almost on the bridge when I heard my message alert tone.
Ron had called. I called him back, he was very upset and hard to understand, but I grasped it was about his phone. I wasn't too worried about THAT, he was not on the floor with a compound fracture.
I walked the rest of the way home (about 20 minutes each way, so good exercise). I helped Ron with his phone for about an hour.
He is having issues with his primary phone charging.
There is a problem with the PIN for his account.
His phone dropped the call right after he got a supervisor.
So he was pretty upset. I finally chided him about "his energy" and said "All I am doing is helping, you need to watch your energy" meaning there is a lot of negative. He was much better after that.
I got out his backup phone because the major issue was 'not charging". I said, let's try another charger. Ron didn't like that idea but once he plugged it in it said "charging" and stopped beeping at him.
I am the best wife in the world now, his very favorite. He is still on the phone working out the other issues but I believe I am done with most of the heavy lifting.
Oh, I just remembered I can take off my bra! BRB
Much better now.
About the cats: inside cats are great. I fed Mama and Spot this morning before we left for work at 5. I have not seen Cleo.
I didn't see anyone when I got home from work, but I did find Mama on the porch after my nap, fed her, got some petting, I even put her in my lap for a second. She purred for me and ate heartily.
I did not see Spot again, or Cleo. I worry about them and will be glad to get everyone in the house. But I did feed everyone (Mama) who showed up and her teats show she is still nursing so not too worried.
Here's an idea: I left a bottle of iced tea in my mailbox, and she took it! That's fun to do on those really miserably hot days.
We have to run some work errands tomorrow but I rescheduled my dr appointment for October - the original date didn't work for my aunt so I got another day after checking with her. And I already got my eye exam.
When I get a little extra cash (stop laughing!) I will get a filling done. But Ron has to pay for his annual pass in a little over a week. That is $400. It seldom hurts (the filling, not the pass) so I am not treating it as urgent, not like when I broke that back molar earlier this year.
I am curious how long it will take to get my glasses. It has been very bright recently so I'm thinking it's going to be nice to get those transitions lenses. When I had them I always enjoyed them, and I spend a fair amount of time outside.
Going to bed early tonight! I hope I can sleep OK.
Wednesday
I went to bed early last night, like I always do before a delivery. Our delivery companies have worked out an arrangement where we are FIRST but it means we have to get up at 2-3 for the ride to work. In the morning.
Ron just drank a lot and went to bed. He did have me cut his Tramadols in half as the doctor suggested and he has been sharper, so his "dementia" was just side effects (I hope). I went to bed around 7, late.
I tossed and turned for a while and finally dropped off. Then, well after 9 PM, I hear a [censored] megaphone or a REALLY loud surround sound system, coming right through my bedroom wall like they are standing a few feet away doing this [censored] megaphone or whatever the hell it was. It just kept getting louder and louder. It sounded like a sermon, so [censored] "home church" again, in the middle of the night, the louder and more obnoxious the better. Force the neighbors to hear you, even if they don't speak spanish. I was livid.
There is no "letting" your neighbors sleep. They sleep. You sleep. Everyone is happy. You are quiet at night and during reasonable hours (say, 8-8), then you make noise, power tools, loud talking outside, etc. I am respectful and quiet in the very early morning when we leave, we do not talk loudly or stomp up and down the very loud metal wheelchair ramp. Because that is not kind to wake someone up.
I live out in the county. That has some benefits, lower taxes, better water (in my opinion), etc. We also have the constables vs Houston Police Department. They have a non-emergency number you can dial for "problems" that do not rate a 911 call.
I got out my phone, turned it on (cussing) and dialed it. I was very nice to the dispatcher, I just explained I had to get up VERY EARLY and this idiot with a megaphone... PLEASE. She said OK. It continued for about 10 minutes and then suddenly cut off mid-sentence. And it never came back. So they dealt with it.
Like I told Ron, I HAD to call in a complaint on the first offense or it will just be constant. No regrets. You may wonder why I did not go next door and ask them to shut up. We have, in the past, and he basically told us to f*ck off, he would finish when he finished. They always do that. They say they will stop when you ask, but when you ask they tell you off. It was just easier to call the police to make them stop.
Tell the police to f*ck off, I'd pay to see that. And his wife is not here in the country legally so they don't want a lot of attention. They shut up. I finally went to sleep.
Ron had gotten drunk last night and changed the pickup. I was pretty worried, when I got up. He set up a 6 AM pickup instead of 4. When he woke up and realized that he asked them to come at 5. It used up one of his favors but we felt it was worth it. We got there about 5:30.
I could not recall the soda ever coming before 7 and I was right. We got it right about 7:15, two guys instead of one, very nice, very hard working, etc. They had it put away in no time. I told Ron I think we can make an appointment to get there at 6, now, and still have plenty of time for our delivery AND an extra hour to sleep.
I wanted to give them a treat; and there's Ron shouting at me to do just that. I love when we are in sync. We finished up and went outside, then Ron called Arturo.
It is cooler today so it wasn't bad waiting. He came pretty quick and took us home. When we got home a pickup truck parked in front of our house, a surveyor working. Someone down the street was using a weed-whacker, so I did not see the cats.
I got the garbage cans put up (Ron was sad about the cats, which I find encouraging), and then got Ron in the house. I had a small snack and then took a nap.
I don't know what Ron did but he was quiet and that's all I cared about. I slept about 3 hours, woke up with Torbie in my bed. She is such an awesome cat. It is so fun for me to sleep with her. She doesn't have to "do anything" to make me love her, just sleep with me and get on my chest, in bed, now and then. She finally forgave me for getting her nails trimmed.
And guess who just went under my desk? Torbie. I like that too, sleeping on my feet while I am on the computer.
I had a little bit of a headache but managed to get most of it without taking anything. I finally remembered I had to reschedule my psychiatrist's appointment and did that.
I was thinking, though. The cats are all partly white, except for my girls inside. That is going to be a lot of white cat hair on my clothes. Good thing I have a lint brush.
Now I am just deciding if I want to walk up to the gas station or not. If I do, I get a treat and some exercise. My feet feel fine so I could do that. Or I could be lazy and stay home. Still deciding.
I will keep you posted.
Ron just drank a lot and went to bed. He did have me cut his Tramadols in half as the doctor suggested and he has been sharper, so his "dementia" was just side effects (I hope). I went to bed around 7, late.
I tossed and turned for a while and finally dropped off. Then, well after 9 PM, I hear a [censored] megaphone or a REALLY loud surround sound system, coming right through my bedroom wall like they are standing a few feet away doing this [censored] megaphone or whatever the hell it was. It just kept getting louder and louder. It sounded like a sermon, so [censored] "home church" again, in the middle of the night, the louder and more obnoxious the better. Force the neighbors to hear you, even if they don't speak spanish. I was livid.
There is no "letting" your neighbors sleep. They sleep. You sleep. Everyone is happy. You are quiet at night and during reasonable hours (say, 8-8), then you make noise, power tools, loud talking outside, etc. I am respectful and quiet in the very early morning when we leave, we do not talk loudly or stomp up and down the very loud metal wheelchair ramp. Because that is not kind to wake someone up.
I live out in the county. That has some benefits, lower taxes, better water (in my opinion), etc. We also have the constables vs Houston Police Department. They have a non-emergency number you can dial for "problems" that do not rate a 911 call.
I got out my phone, turned it on (cussing) and dialed it. I was very nice to the dispatcher, I just explained I had to get up VERY EARLY and this idiot with a megaphone... PLEASE. She said OK. It continued for about 10 minutes and then suddenly cut off mid-sentence. And it never came back. So they dealt with it.
Like I told Ron, I HAD to call in a complaint on the first offense or it will just be constant. No regrets. You may wonder why I did not go next door and ask them to shut up. We have, in the past, and he basically told us to f*ck off, he would finish when he finished. They always do that. They say they will stop when you ask, but when you ask they tell you off. It was just easier to call the police to make them stop.
Tell the police to f*ck off, I'd pay to see that. And his wife is not here in the country legally so they don't want a lot of attention. They shut up. I finally went to sleep.
Ron had gotten drunk last night and changed the pickup. I was pretty worried, when I got up. He set up a 6 AM pickup instead of 4. When he woke up and realized that he asked them to come at 5. It used up one of his favors but we felt it was worth it. We got there about 5:30.
I could not recall the soda ever coming before 7 and I was right. We got it right about 7:15, two guys instead of one, very nice, very hard working, etc. They had it put away in no time. I told Ron I think we can make an appointment to get there at 6, now, and still have plenty of time for our delivery AND an extra hour to sleep.
I wanted to give them a treat; and there's Ron shouting at me to do just that. I love when we are in sync. We finished up and went outside, then Ron called Arturo.
It is cooler today so it wasn't bad waiting. He came pretty quick and took us home. When we got home a pickup truck parked in front of our house, a surveyor working. Someone down the street was using a weed-whacker, so I did not see the cats.
I got the garbage cans put up (Ron was sad about the cats, which I find encouraging), and then got Ron in the house. I had a small snack and then took a nap.
I don't know what Ron did but he was quiet and that's all I cared about. I slept about 3 hours, woke up with Torbie in my bed. She is such an awesome cat. It is so fun for me to sleep with her. She doesn't have to "do anything" to make me love her, just sleep with me and get on my chest, in bed, now and then. She finally forgave me for getting her nails trimmed.
And guess who just went under my desk? Torbie. I like that too, sleeping on my feet while I am on the computer.
I had a little bit of a headache but managed to get most of it without taking anything. I finally remembered I had to reschedule my psychiatrist's appointment and did that.
I was thinking, though. The cats are all partly white, except for my girls inside. That is going to be a lot of white cat hair on my clothes. Good thing I have a lint brush.
Now I am just deciding if I want to walk up to the gas station or not. If I do, I get a treat and some exercise. My feet feel fine so I could do that. Or I could be lazy and stay home. Still deciding.
I will keep you posted.
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
A trip to the eye doctor
You want the photo first, don't you? That's what I thought.
The process is working very well for Spot. Food + petting. That's his mother by my foot. Cleo is still timid but getting closer at feeding time. I venture to say he will be "tame" in a week. It is really important to get them young while they are still willing to believe I MIGHT be a decent human.
Cleo still acts like I want to eat her raw, but I will work on her.
I slept OK but woke up tired again. I got up, took my time getting ready, finally did my workout. I had just enough time for a quick shower, dress,help Ron,and our ride came.
We had a straight ride. They let us off right in front of the eyeglass place. It was a little bit of a circus.
We went in and they sent us to the waiting area. Ron was a little drunk and wanted to talk but wasn't too bad. I did hush him while I filled out the form. I had to wait a little while but that was OK, that has been one feature of my trips to the eye doctor: waiting.
They took me in an exam room, did the glaucoma test (not crazy about that but Ron had childhood glaucoma - it WILL blind you), then paid extra for the photo of my retinas. She sent me back out again and I talked to Ron, who was agitating for me to leave and go buy him a snack.
Note: remember to bring snack bars and drinks for Ron next doctor visit, doesn't matter who it's for.
About the time I was telling him no they called my name. I went in and did the rest of my eye exam. The doctor looked in my eyes, said they looked very healthy, showed me the photos and said everything was completely normal. That is good to know. She did the lens thing, which is better, 1 or 2? We did that and I got to read some eye charts.
Then off to the frames. I found 2 pairs I liked almost right away. The 60's style frames are getting more popular but they don't look good on my face,I got some basic frames. I got a tortiseshell and a purple (not together!).
The optician sat me down, said my frames would work, and she did the glasses things. We talked about what I wanted, I wasn't interested in the super thin ones because what I have works, I just got that again. No-glare coating, and I found the Transitions ("magic glasses"my Dad always called them) were surprisingly affordable. So I went ahead and got that. I am going to love that during my next migraine. It all cost just a little less than I had budgeted. I was very happy.
I paid, got my receipt, and took Ron to a grocery store nearby (pushed him in the chair). I got him a breakfast taco from their hot food section and a couple of diet sodas for us. He called Arturo but he was getting an inspection. So much for that.
He called Alex,who came, but it took a while. All through this Ron was in pretty good spirits with no complaining. He said later he "felt useless" at the eye doctor but he wasn't a liability, either.
By the way, the eye place said about 2 weeks, that is really good. I went to America's Best.
We came home, I fed the cats out front, sitting down with the bowl in my lap. Spot was a little unsure but his mother went right in, so he did, too. He was a very good boy and allowed a lot of petting, and at one point I moved him a little. He walked all over my lap and is getting very familiar. Cleo sat off to the side, watching, but did not approach. She must still be nursing. The cats left, I got up (that was comical) and put the food away.
I am glad I did something to take care of myself. It is good to know my eyes are healthy and I don't need to worry about them failing. I really need to care for myself, I fail miserably at that. It had been FIVE YEARS since my last eye exam.
I put my turkey leg (I have only ever seen them in Texas, a smoked turkey leg offered for sale at various places) in the fridge, it looks like dinner and we will see if the cats like turkey. They are still pretty thin so I can fatten them up.
I took a nap with Torbie and Biscuit, it went pretty well except for waking up with the headache. Agh. I drank a cold diet soda when I got up, hopefully that will help. I am about to make a very cold lemonade as well. That helped.
Although I am still thinking about yogurt for dinner.
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