I debated for a while, video blog or written. I opted for written.
The morning was OK, very busy at work, we had to suspend our ride home. We picked it up again a few hours later. You can only do that a few times a month.
It was pretty uneventful. Some girls came to me and complained "the machine took my money". One thing I learned pretty early on in my use of vending machines: put one coin, listen, did it go to the mech? Is it showing a credit? OK, let's put the rest of the money.
They didn't do that. That's OK. But they failed to check the coin return. Their money was sitting there waiting for them. I got them their stuff but they were a lot more upset than they needed to be. But one time I had a person put 5 pennies in a machine, thinking that would work for a credit.
Check the coin return! They also failed to read the instructions on the machine "For price, press selection number". I had to demonstrate (nicely!). Yeah, shouldn't make a video blog saying that, it might get back.
When I left everything was working. And I had filled it to my ability.
It is really striking to see the damage at work. It is just really bad. I can put up an image - well, a link to a news site. https://abc13.com/weather/post-office-building-roof-collapses-in-northeast-houston/5552665/
Every time I see the damage I just shake my head in disbelief. But I can't photograph.
We had a pretty good ride home, we had to pick up a human ashtray who reeked of tobacco smoke. It was just horrible.
We got home, I took a nap after feeding the cats. Ron said he could get into bed on his own, but fell. [sigh] It wasn't bad but I think he scraped his knee. All I know, later when I went to help him into bed I put my hand on his leg and blood all over me. It was a bad scrape.
He made a joke about blood borne diseases. I cleaned him up and put a tough strip on him. He is having a bad night for his back. I washed the blood off my hands (what an odd sensation) and made him something to eat, he wanted a slider. He loves his sliders. I think the chicken ranch cheddar ones are his favorite.
Slider bun
Ranch dressing, spread on bun
Cooked chicken
1 slice sharp cheddar, broken in half.
Place cheese on each side of the bun, spread chicken. Close and serve.
I plan to get some precooked bacon. That will make it even better. So he was happy and got some protein and calcium. At least 15 grams of protein.
He seems to be doing better now.
The cats are good, Cleo rubbed against my leg earlier. Biscuit and Torbie slept with me last night, it's a good thing I have a queen bed. Mama got annoyed when I gave Biscuit a lick of my cheese stick but did not give her one. She doesn't like cheese!
I got my Walmart delivery sometime in there and the Simple Green cleaning wipes do a great job on the fingermarks. I got a lot of them off. I will save the rest for when I get manic again.
Running depressed today but did a fair amount considering. We need to run some errands tomorrow but then we are done. We get up very early Wednesday for our soda delivery.
I need to make some dinner and take my pills. Good, Ron is laughing now at the TV.
Monday, September 30, 2019
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Sunday afternoon
I'm watching Cleo in the litter box marveling at how God put all the behavior into cats instinctively. Sniff, dig, dig some more... they sure like digging in my boxes.
I found the old "Crazy circle" cat toy and put that out, someone is enjoying it. Cleo and Spotty are having a great time with it. Good. And I already bought it.
I did warn Ron about it - I have a bad tendency lately to type his name as Roin - in case they push it in his path of travel. Not much gets him upset about the house but he does object to items in his path of travel. The cats love to drag my shoes out from under the couch and strew them in the walkway.
Still no comment from the email to my former pastor. I guess that is my answer, he doesn't want to go on the record for or against mental illness medication. Even though he has stood up before the webcam and said it is "bad" and "addictive" on many occasions.
Oh, well. Moving on. Ron was very interested in the church down the road (not the prosperity one, a small "cute" church on the bus line). I will send them an email and ask a few questions. I just want a place I can lean on a shoulder now and then without getting - what I had.
Pete was so outraged on my behalf and I didn't even tell him about Justin. You may remember years ago Ron had a blackout after Sandy Hook, fell out of his wheelchair, very upset and extremely drunk on the floor. I wrote about my frustration.
God said horrible things are going to happen in the end times, Ron has believed we are in the end times for at least 30-40 years now. So why is it such a shock when it does happen?
I admit I have a huge callus, but nothing in my view is ever going to trump sitting in front of the TV watching the guy shoot up my Dad's office, seeing people brought out in body bags and wondering if one was my Dad, not knowing for hours until he came home (before cell phones).
Interestingly enough, Dad was meeting with my doctor. Had I been well he would have been right in the middle of it.
So pretty much any shooting just rolls off me after that. Anyway, I did the embarrassing to admit thing and made a reference to drunks on my Facebook, Justin looked up the post. A while later he felt "convicted to come and talk to us". Which led to a man with a failed marriage and NO custody coming to my house and lecturing myself and my husband about "righteous living" with, he said, the blessing of the pastor. I believe he did have it.
Had Pete known about THAT... and it made me realize, that really sucked. That was wrong, what they did. If the pastor had a problem with Ron drinking there was a better way to do it, have a private talk one on one instead of sending a lackey to bring that into my house. I could understand the lecture about drinking, Ron does have a problem and drinking to excess is a sin. But telling Ron he was "making' me depressed was wrong. That's my brain, like I told Ron, as long as I am not sleep deprived I am OK.
It may be hard to believe, but I really believe Ron does what he can to respect me. And that includes respecting my sleep.
Lastly was the telling me I couldn't blog anymore, just light and inconsequential "mommy" blog type posts. "Cleo pooped so much today! P-U! (emoji face)". No thanks. I deal with real issues every day and this helps me process. Someone recently said I had good insight. This helps a lot with that. No one has the right to take that tool away - except Google, who owns Blogger. And they are getting 10K hits a month off this so they are not in a hurry to delete me.
So I am glad I didn't tell Pete but yeah, that happened.
I worked that out- and I noticed they do not have the pastor's email on the church page anymore. But I'm pretty sure he would check it regularly.
Anyway, DONE with that. I cleaned the boxes, took all that out (quite a harvest) and took a shower. I like to take a shower after I do the box. I did not have to shave my legs. Yay, me. I used the clarifying shampoo because my hair felt a little greasy.
That's one thing I always try to have, shampoo. And toilet paper.
Did that, got dressed, told Ron I was about to leave. "Wait, let me give you some money for a cab". The bad dog's fence is sagging somewhat so I was happy to get it. Arturo was a while away, I waited. I would rather wait on a good driver I can trust.
I remembered Arturo's present. He's like me, he took it (it was in a mailing envelope) and felt it, played with the package a little, then drove me to my destination. I like to toy with my gift for a while before I open it.
My one from my parents turned out to be a capsule machine. That will be useful. Oh, and apparently the internet slang thing to do is call Ron's herbal remedy 'tea". It doesn't get people in trouble calling it tea so I will call it tea from now on. I can buy tea powder and make capsules out of it.
Although Ron would be happy buying capsules, he doesn't go through a lot so they last a while.
I got to the bank, waited in line. The guy in front of me brought his wife and 2 little girls to the bank. He had a very phony looking check. I had to wait behind him in line and when I got up to the window it's a straight deposit. He was still "at it" at the next window when I left.
I guess he thought bringing his family would lend him credibility or make him more sympathetic to the teller. I know someone who worked as a teller and the same thing happened - a guy brought in "rolls of dimes" kept talking about his sick wife. She gave him the money for the "dimes" and when they processed them they were pennies. She didn't want to question him, she said, because she felt bad about the sick wife, but scammers will use anything to get one over.
My account has been hacked a few times but that is it. I went in and reported it, one time they called me and asked if I wanted a transaction approved. So I really like them.
The teller made a point of thanking me sincerely as I left, I thought that was sweet. Now I don't have to worry about Walmart deliveries for a while. I did tell Ron I got him more Meclizine and he was thrilled. He gets miserably carsick.
I went to the grocery store I don't trust. I don't trust them with perishables, I would buy fruits, veggies, cold soda, snack and canned cat food from them but not much else. I got about $11 worth of stuff, that including 3 sodas.
I called Arturo, happily he was still around. He opened the gift while waiting and liked it. Good. I talked to Ron, who had called me. We hung up about the time Arturo showed. We went home. We passed the little church I am thinking about.
We got home and I went inside. Ron was hungry. He also wanted to listen to music. Music has a profound effect on him these days. He gets very emotional. I put him in front of my computer and turned the speakers up, he had a good time except for the music making him sad. Then we found a song that makes him laugh and played that. I had a snack, took my pills, and laid down for a nap.
Ron was very quiet but something happened during my nap (he did not have a toilet issue) where I needed to clean him up, not sure what happened but I had plenty of wet wipes. I would really rather not know.
I put the crazy circle cat toy in the front room, that was a big hit. And I just remembered I had meant to buy some new soap today. Well, fooey. I had some Zest I will use tomorrow.
Ron is asleep. He made our rides for tomorrow. I am not dreading work because we can easily enter the building now.
And Cleo even let me pat her so not a bad day!
I found the old "Crazy circle" cat toy and put that out, someone is enjoying it. Cleo and Spotty are having a great time with it. Good. And I already bought it.
I did warn Ron about it - I have a bad tendency lately to type his name as Roin - in case they push it in his path of travel. Not much gets him upset about the house but he does object to items in his path of travel. The cats love to drag my shoes out from under the couch and strew them in the walkway.
Still no comment from the email to my former pastor. I guess that is my answer, he doesn't want to go on the record for or against mental illness medication. Even though he has stood up before the webcam and said it is "bad" and "addictive" on many occasions.
Oh, well. Moving on. Ron was very interested in the church down the road (not the prosperity one, a small "cute" church on the bus line). I will send them an email and ask a few questions. I just want a place I can lean on a shoulder now and then without getting - what I had.
Pete was so outraged on my behalf and I didn't even tell him about Justin. You may remember years ago Ron had a blackout after Sandy Hook, fell out of his wheelchair, very upset and extremely drunk on the floor. I wrote about my frustration.
God said horrible things are going to happen in the end times, Ron has believed we are in the end times for at least 30-40 years now. So why is it such a shock when it does happen?
I admit I have a huge callus, but nothing in my view is ever going to trump sitting in front of the TV watching the guy shoot up my Dad's office, seeing people brought out in body bags and wondering if one was my Dad, not knowing for hours until he came home (before cell phones).
Interestingly enough, Dad was meeting with my doctor. Had I been well he would have been right in the middle of it.
So pretty much any shooting just rolls off me after that. Anyway, I did the embarrassing to admit thing and made a reference to drunks on my Facebook, Justin looked up the post. A while later he felt "convicted to come and talk to us". Which led to a man with a failed marriage and NO custody coming to my house and lecturing myself and my husband about "righteous living" with, he said, the blessing of the pastor. I believe he did have it.
Had Pete known about THAT... and it made me realize, that really sucked. That was wrong, what they did. If the pastor had a problem with Ron drinking there was a better way to do it, have a private talk one on one instead of sending a lackey to bring that into my house. I could understand the lecture about drinking, Ron does have a problem and drinking to excess is a sin. But telling Ron he was "making' me depressed was wrong. That's my brain, like I told Ron, as long as I am not sleep deprived I am OK.
It may be hard to believe, but I really believe Ron does what he can to respect me. And that includes respecting my sleep.
Lastly was the telling me I couldn't blog anymore, just light and inconsequential "mommy" blog type posts. "Cleo pooped so much today! P-U! (emoji face)". No thanks. I deal with real issues every day and this helps me process. Someone recently said I had good insight. This helps a lot with that. No one has the right to take that tool away - except Google, who owns Blogger. And they are getting 10K hits a month off this so they are not in a hurry to delete me.
So I am glad I didn't tell Pete but yeah, that happened.
I worked that out- and I noticed they do not have the pastor's email on the church page anymore. But I'm pretty sure he would check it regularly.
Anyway, DONE with that. I cleaned the boxes, took all that out (quite a harvest) and took a shower. I like to take a shower after I do the box. I did not have to shave my legs. Yay, me. I used the clarifying shampoo because my hair felt a little greasy.
That's one thing I always try to have, shampoo. And toilet paper.
Did that, got dressed, told Ron I was about to leave. "Wait, let me give you some money for a cab". The bad dog's fence is sagging somewhat so I was happy to get it. Arturo was a while away, I waited. I would rather wait on a good driver I can trust.
I remembered Arturo's present. He's like me, he took it (it was in a mailing envelope) and felt it, played with the package a little, then drove me to my destination. I like to toy with my gift for a while before I open it.
My one from my parents turned out to be a capsule machine. That will be useful. Oh, and apparently the internet slang thing to do is call Ron's herbal remedy 'tea". It doesn't get people in trouble calling it tea so I will call it tea from now on. I can buy tea powder and make capsules out of it.
Although Ron would be happy buying capsules, he doesn't go through a lot so they last a while.
I got to the bank, waited in line. The guy in front of me brought his wife and 2 little girls to the bank. He had a very phony looking check. I had to wait behind him in line and when I got up to the window it's a straight deposit. He was still "at it" at the next window when I left.
I guess he thought bringing his family would lend him credibility or make him more sympathetic to the teller. I know someone who worked as a teller and the same thing happened - a guy brought in "rolls of dimes" kept talking about his sick wife. She gave him the money for the "dimes" and when they processed them they were pennies. She didn't want to question him, she said, because she felt bad about the sick wife, but scammers will use anything to get one over.
My account has been hacked a few times but that is it. I went in and reported it, one time they called me and asked if I wanted a transaction approved. So I really like them.
The teller made a point of thanking me sincerely as I left, I thought that was sweet. Now I don't have to worry about Walmart deliveries for a while. I did tell Ron I got him more Meclizine and he was thrilled. He gets miserably carsick.
I went to the grocery store I don't trust. I don't trust them with perishables, I would buy fruits, veggies, cold soda, snack and canned cat food from them but not much else. I got about $11 worth of stuff, that including 3 sodas.
I called Arturo, happily he was still around. He opened the gift while waiting and liked it. Good. I talked to Ron, who had called me. We hung up about the time Arturo showed. We went home. We passed the little church I am thinking about.
We got home and I went inside. Ron was hungry. He also wanted to listen to music. Music has a profound effect on him these days. He gets very emotional. I put him in front of my computer and turned the speakers up, he had a good time except for the music making him sad. Then we found a song that makes him laugh and played that. I had a snack, took my pills, and laid down for a nap.
Ron was very quiet but something happened during my nap (he did not have a toilet issue) where I needed to clean him up, not sure what happened but I had plenty of wet wipes. I would really rather not know.
I put the crazy circle cat toy in the front room, that was a big hit. And I just remembered I had meant to buy some new soap today. Well, fooey. I had some Zest I will use tomorrow.
Ron is asleep. He made our rides for tomorrow. I am not dreading work because we can easily enter the building now.
And Cleo even let me pat her so not a bad day!
Sunday morning
OK, I need to check my email. But bathroom first...That's done, all I will say.
I slept OK but Ron woke me up a few times, he did manage to get himself to/from bed. He may have lost his cell phone, I will have to see when he gets up. He had takeout from dinner last night so I don't need to worry about feeding him. And leftover Samosa is very good, I've done that myself.
I got up, got on the computer. I haven't checked my email yet but about to. I fed the cats.
I heard Spotty squeaking as he played with Cleo, she gives him the worst of it but he follows her around and initiates play if she stops, Mama cat sat above it all watching them. They are such a sweet family, glad I saved them, glad I paid ALL that for their vetting, etc.
They are really cute wrestling and squeaking, next time I will make a video FLOOR BE DAMNED.
I plan to clean the box but everyone is jumping up in there, I have to let things "firm" a bit. By the way Mama and crew are getting better on their solids...I think they are just more prone to stress issues. Vet cleared them of parasites.
If I continue to have problems I will use up their food and change it (again! poor cats!) to something grain free and see if that helps. I don't mind a special diet, Biscuit is on one and I probably love him the most. I love how he throws a leg over me when I am sleeping. We really bonded after he got sick, I wasn't appreciating him enough to that point.
Ron and I were talking the other day about wedding rings. I said we could go get him measured. He looked at his hand and freaked out, his ring was gone. That thing was so tight I thought for sure we would end up in the ER. He must have got drunk and took it off, maybe when I was out of town. God only knows where it is now. My ring doesn't fit either but I know where it is. He was negative about getting a new ring but he put the old one very quickly when I found it.
I prefer to wear an inexpensive ring just to let people know I am married. It is easier when I am out. It is a wide ring and obvious, but worth very little. I like a ring like that, it only has value to me. I am unsure of my size right now but whatever this is fits.
I keep wondering where I put my cell phone... I will be back. It's in my bed.
Plan: check email. React if necessary. Clean litter boxes. Throw in trash. Top off if needed. I currently have over 100 pounds of litter which is great for my needs. I also need to fill out the Walmart survey and say THANK YOU for the Diet Mountain Dew bottles.
Shower, get dressed, probably by that time go to the bank and make my deposit. The store I plan to visit doesn't allow backpacks but I may bring my new "toy", a new Waterproof Bible New Testament. I really love those for "personal", I have a couple, and like to have one in every bag.
I don't know if I told you but I am thinking of seeing Ron's pain doc for my migraines. If I don't do that I will ask my psych doc for a prescription. One of them will help. I just don't want to come up on the conference with hormonal migraines and I need to be functional, but it's hell.
Done that many times over the years. Not a fan. Not necessary, in my opinion, either. I just need to find someone. My psychiatrist has given me phenergan so I think he would be OK with another migraine drug.
I like both doctors a lot.
And another cat digging in the box. This reminds me of when I came home, they all went running to the box the second I walked in the door. Never so glad I had so many boxes!
OK, going to check the email. I got a very nice email from the hotel manager (I filled out a customer service survey and gave them high marks), she said she would share them with the staff.
"Thank you for reviewing (the organizer I got for Ron)" - Amazon.
"Happy Birthday Mama cat" - vet.
"Please take our survey" - Walmart
That's it.
I slept OK but Ron woke me up a few times, he did manage to get himself to/from bed. He may have lost his cell phone, I will have to see when he gets up. He had takeout from dinner last night so I don't need to worry about feeding him. And leftover Samosa is very good, I've done that myself.
I got up, got on the computer. I haven't checked my email yet but about to. I fed the cats.
I heard Spotty squeaking as he played with Cleo, she gives him the worst of it but he follows her around and initiates play if she stops, Mama cat sat above it all watching them. They are such a sweet family, glad I saved them, glad I paid ALL that for their vetting, etc.
They are really cute wrestling and squeaking, next time I will make a video FLOOR BE DAMNED.
I plan to clean the box but everyone is jumping up in there, I have to let things "firm" a bit. By the way Mama and crew are getting better on their solids...I think they are just more prone to stress issues. Vet cleared them of parasites.
If I continue to have problems I will use up their food and change it (again! poor cats!) to something grain free and see if that helps. I don't mind a special diet, Biscuit is on one and I probably love him the most. I love how he throws a leg over me when I am sleeping. We really bonded after he got sick, I wasn't appreciating him enough to that point.
Ron and I were talking the other day about wedding rings. I said we could go get him measured. He looked at his hand and freaked out, his ring was gone. That thing was so tight I thought for sure we would end up in the ER. He must have got drunk and took it off, maybe when I was out of town. God only knows where it is now. My ring doesn't fit either but I know where it is. He was negative about getting a new ring but he put the old one very quickly when I found it.
I prefer to wear an inexpensive ring just to let people know I am married. It is easier when I am out. It is a wide ring and obvious, but worth very little. I like a ring like that, it only has value to me. I am unsure of my size right now but whatever this is fits.
I keep wondering where I put my cell phone... I will be back. It's in my bed.
Plan: check email. React if necessary. Clean litter boxes. Throw in trash. Top off if needed. I currently have over 100 pounds of litter which is great for my needs. I also need to fill out the Walmart survey and say THANK YOU for the Diet Mountain Dew bottles.
Shower, get dressed, probably by that time go to the bank and make my deposit. The store I plan to visit doesn't allow backpacks but I may bring my new "toy", a new Waterproof Bible New Testament. I really love those for "personal", I have a couple, and like to have one in every bag.
I don't know if I told you but I am thinking of seeing Ron's pain doc for my migraines. If I don't do that I will ask my psych doc for a prescription. One of them will help. I just don't want to come up on the conference with hormonal migraines and I need to be functional, but it's hell.
Done that many times over the years. Not a fan. Not necessary, in my opinion, either. I just need to find someone. My psychiatrist has given me phenergan so I think he would be OK with another migraine drug.
I like both doctors a lot.
And another cat digging in the box. This reminds me of when I came home, they all went running to the box the second I walked in the door. Never so glad I had so many boxes!
OK, going to check the email. I got a very nice email from the hotel manager (I filled out a customer service survey and gave them high marks), she said she would share them with the staff.
"Thank you for reviewing (the organizer I got for Ron)" - Amazon.
"Happy Birthday Mama cat" - vet.
"Please take our survey" - Walmart
That's it.
Saturday, September 28, 2019
Saturday night
Still no email.
On that note, I am going to take my protein shake, mood stabilizers, and antipsychotic. It just baffles me anyone would want to keep me away from that - I am really not any fun when I'm sick.
Well, fun for Ron, for a little bit... but then just horrible. No one wants that... it ends with dead people at worst, a nursing home at best, me incarcerated... no thank you.
My Dad was impressed with my garage and asked me how long it took to get it organized. I said "Three or four manias". That's how I time a project like that, not by how long it takes on a calendar but how many manias I had to "spend". Dad laughed, he got it.
That's what I need in my life and hopefully I will find it somewhere.
So, last night, I was looking at vitamins online. I like Swanson vitamins. I won't put ads in here but I will mention good places, and I don't get a penny out of it. I like their multi with iron, I got very good blood test results taking it, a decent amount of energy, etc. I am down to minimal supplementation but I'm doing pretty well on what I do take.
But I needed more multis. And I got some C, I love C. I have pretty bad allergies, it helps. I saw a BOGO coupon for Gingko.
Hm. I thought. That might help Ron. So I did some research and found some very promising studies. And it acts as a natural blood thinner which we all know Ron needs.
I just did some research, a very small risk of seizures. I will talk to Ron about it, if he doesn't want to use it I will take it myself. I could use a boost in the old brain function myself. But I am hoping this works really well for him. He mentioned he was looking forward to it today, he was happy to hear it will be one small tablet a day only.
I also, as is my custom, got some nice soap online. They have incredibly low prices and very good quality. I enjoy everything I have gotten - some lather better than others but the secret to that is coconut oil. You want a soap with it for a good suds.
Well, I got my pills down with the protein shake, I like to leave it alone for a while before I start pouring lemonade or whatever down my gullet, it can dilute the food and make my pills very irritating. I like to think I have learned a few tricks in the last 13 years.
It is hard to believe I have only had my sanity for the last 13 years. Not even that. I cherish it. It's no different from Ron waking up tomorrow and getting his sight back.
Except we would be out of a job. He is, after all, in the BLIND vendor program. I wonder if any vendors have ever refused restorative surgery because they would lose their jobs if they got their sight back? One guy at work was yelling at me about something, and said "We should get another vendor in here, one who isn't blind".
All the vendors are going to be blind. Some are just more hands-on than others. We offer the best contract in town.
We will be busy Monday, end of month work plus a lot of stocking. I did not have enough time today so I will have to make it up Monday. I got a lot of granola bars today, I need to stock them. In addition to all the other stuff, but I console myself with the thought it is always slow on Sunday.
That's it for now, I will check my email again. "Take a survey and win!" This several hours after I sent my email.
I guess that is my answer.
On that note, I am going to take my protein shake, mood stabilizers, and antipsychotic. It just baffles me anyone would want to keep me away from that - I am really not any fun when I'm sick.
Well, fun for Ron, for a little bit... but then just horrible. No one wants that... it ends with dead people at worst, a nursing home at best, me incarcerated... no thank you.
My Dad was impressed with my garage and asked me how long it took to get it organized. I said "Three or four manias". That's how I time a project like that, not by how long it takes on a calendar but how many manias I had to "spend". Dad laughed, he got it.
That's what I need in my life and hopefully I will find it somewhere.
So, last night, I was looking at vitamins online. I like Swanson vitamins. I won't put ads in here but I will mention good places, and I don't get a penny out of it. I like their multi with iron, I got very good blood test results taking it, a decent amount of energy, etc. I am down to minimal supplementation but I'm doing pretty well on what I do take.
But I needed more multis. And I got some C, I love C. I have pretty bad allergies, it helps. I saw a BOGO coupon for Gingko.
Hm. I thought. That might help Ron. So I did some research and found some very promising studies. And it acts as a natural blood thinner which we all know Ron needs.
I just did some research, a very small risk of seizures. I will talk to Ron about it, if he doesn't want to use it I will take it myself. I could use a boost in the old brain function myself. But I am hoping this works really well for him. He mentioned he was looking forward to it today, he was happy to hear it will be one small tablet a day only.
I also, as is my custom, got some nice soap online. They have incredibly low prices and very good quality. I enjoy everything I have gotten - some lather better than others but the secret to that is coconut oil. You want a soap with it for a good suds.
Well, I got my pills down with the protein shake, I like to leave it alone for a while before I start pouring lemonade or whatever down my gullet, it can dilute the food and make my pills very irritating. I like to think I have learned a few tricks in the last 13 years.
It is hard to believe I have only had my sanity for the last 13 years. Not even that. I cherish it. It's no different from Ron waking up tomorrow and getting his sight back.
Except we would be out of a job. He is, after all, in the BLIND vendor program. I wonder if any vendors have ever refused restorative surgery because they would lose their jobs if they got their sight back? One guy at work was yelling at me about something, and said "We should get another vendor in here, one who isn't blind".
All the vendors are going to be blind. Some are just more hands-on than others. We offer the best contract in town.
We will be busy Monday, end of month work plus a lot of stocking. I did not have enough time today so I will have to make it up Monday. I got a lot of granola bars today, I need to stock them. In addition to all the other stuff, but I console myself with the thought it is always slow on Sunday.
That's it for now, I will check my email again. "Take a survey and win!" This several hours after I sent my email.
I guess that is my answer.
Saturday
Pete has been a really big help to us, over the years. Sometimes you just find someone and they adopt you... that is pretty much what happened with him (similar to when my aunt met me after Ron's accident, she just took me under her wing). He made a lot of repairs to the house and basically kept us in it.
He had help from a church, he got us attending the church. Today he asked why we don't attend anymore. 1. No one has offered us help with a ride. I have told you how, when I was a teenager, we used to go pick up the blind lady and take her to church every week, I thought all churches did that. Not this one, apparently. He wasn't happy to hear it - but we are sort of between three churches (Woodlands, West, and Houston). I can see why no one is in the area, we accept it.
Second I told him about the drug thing. He didn't believe me. He saw I was serious and said I needed to get in touch with the pastor and get it clarified. Because surely it was wrong. I said I would ask - I have meant to, off and on over the years, but the attitude has been pretty plain and to be honest I wasn't looking forward to being called a spiritually weak addict again.
So I wrote the pastor a letter so he will know what Pete is talking about tomorrow.
And I signed it with my name. When I am very upset I don't do "dear or sincerely" I just start it and end it. And I am very upset at the pastor for putting me in the position where I feel I have to defend my right to medication. How many cults got in trouble because they wouldn't take sick children to the doctor? It is the same thing.
Anyway, today, a lot of trepidation because we didn't know what to expect at work. Monday they made us go to the opposite end of the building. Ron and I both were dreading me having to get all my crap in and out that way. I was dreading making Jack wait, etc. and Ron and I agreed we would give him an extra $20.
I am happy to help people who help us. Jack has been a huge gift. I should go to his church. Anyway, we got to the warehouse, I got our supplies, checked out. Jack came on time, we went to work... and they were operating normally with the door, we could use the front entrance. PRAISE GOD. It was just another Saturday.
I had a lot of work helping Ron, who had taken a pain pill and was a bit foggy. One person yelled at me because I hadn't done the chips yet, I was clearly busy. I explained "I am busy, I will get to it when I can" and he shouted at me and left me alone after that.
I got his work and some of mine done before our ride home. And Ron wanted a short day! My feet were killing me in my work boots.
Which reminds me: it is time for new shoes. I promised myself back in April I would change out all my shoes every 6 months (2 pair each sneaker and work boot). The most expensive pair was a $40 work boot, the sneakers were about $15 each. So doable. And I don't want to risk hurting my foot again, that was hell and so hard for both me and Ron. Getting out of bed so utterly awful I hated getting up to urinate. New shoes are, to quote Chuck "Not a problem". I will take Arturo to the Walmart sometime soon.
So I was pretty tired. I took Ron out and parked him in the shade. I waited on the bench (in the sun, but a bench!), our ride was about half an hour late. The damage to the building is spectacular, at least 20 parking spaces' worth of damage along the building, the whole top and side collapsed, the adjoining area held up with big braces. But it is a federal building and you CANNOT photograph. I'm not losing my job over a photo.
We came home and found Pete in the driveway, he came in for a little bit and then we went out to lunch. We had a good meal and Pete, always a good evangelist, found the manager was also a believer. Pete dropped us at the house. He is making noises about painting it and repairing some flood damage to the siding. I didn't know we had flood damage, to the siding. So he is going to repair that (one area) and then paint the whole thing with a friend.
I will have to get some drinks and a cooler. I can get some ice with Arturo and have cold drinks all set up. Least I can do.
Ron went to bed, he was pretty tired. He likes a nap, like I do, in the afternoon, BUT I had a headache and took some Excedrin earlier so plenty of energy.
I got Arturo's present, I got him a small thing on Amazon. We will probably see him Monday so I will do my best to remember to give it to him.
But we got all the work done. About the only "work" left to do are the litter boxes. We had mixed results with Pete coming over. A couple of the cats liked him, a couple hid.
The cat experts say you should have a lot of people over to acclimate your cats but 1. I am very private and 2. I don't know what many people. Most people have trouble getting a handle on Ron, much less me.
Ron projects as very outgoing but is actually pretty introverted. I am more the extrovert these days.
I am glad I got the mental illness thing off my chest, I have been brooding about it for a while. I am not generally a confrontational person, on my medication. But I knew Pete was going to talk about it so I wanted to clarify what had me upset.
Opinions welcome as always.
It is a nice day today so we will see if I can run some errands tomorrow.
Edit: hours later, have heard nothing. I think he realizes I am going to publish so he had better be clear on what he thinks. It is one thing to call someone an addict and say they don't need medication during a sermon, it is another to go on the record telling people to go off their meds.
I am 98% sure he is going to come back saying "Oh, you misunderstood me".
He had help from a church, he got us attending the church. Today he asked why we don't attend anymore. 1. No one has offered us help with a ride. I have told you how, when I was a teenager, we used to go pick up the blind lady and take her to church every week, I thought all churches did that. Not this one, apparently. He wasn't happy to hear it - but we are sort of between three churches (Woodlands, West, and Houston). I can see why no one is in the area, we accept it.
Second I told him about the drug thing. He didn't believe me. He saw I was serious and said I needed to get in touch with the pastor and get it clarified. Because surely it was wrong. I said I would ask - I have meant to, off and on over the years, but the attitude has been pretty plain and to be honest I wasn't looking forward to being called a spiritually weak addict again.
So I wrote the pastor a letter so he will know what Pete is talking about tomorrow.
I was asked why I'm not attending and I had a couple of answers to that. One, transportation remains a huge issue for me and Ron, especially as he cannot travel far with his back. So he can't go to the downtown church.
Secondly I have seen a theme I don't like in some of your sermons regarding mental illness medication. You have implied that all users of mental illness drugs are addicts, need to stop taking it, etc. As someone who takes a literal handful of the stuff every day - exciting things like antipsychotics - do you really want me in your sanctuary off my antipsychotic?ALL mental illness issues are spiritual in nature? Why, then are they improved my "tune ups" from my doctor? Why then, are none of my pills addictive? They make me fat, sick, foggy headed, tired, etc. but they do not make me high. To put it very bluntly, they stop me from killing myself.Yet the last several times I have attended there has been a mini lecture about mental illness drugs. How people have to stop using them. I understand some get addicted to things like Ritalin, anxiety medication, sleeping pills, etc. Yet that is only a small part of the drugs prescribed. When I was given anxiety and sleeping pills I REFUSED them, I wouldn't even take them from the pharmacist. I feel bad enough about having to take them without the "addiction" lecture, which is very harmful to anyone with a condition who needs medication. We don't want to take it to begin with, it brands us "crazy" and it is very harmful to call us addicts on top of that.Lastly I did not appreciate you sending Justin out to lecture Ron and I about our marriage, of all things. Ron continues to drink, he has his reasons. He does not "make" me depressed as he was told. Caregiving in general takes a toll but I take time to unwind. I do not help him drink. I continue to blog. He knows bad behavior will end up in the blog and that has greatly reduced many of his blackouts. If I "covered" him as instructed I am pretty sure anyone would call that "enabling" and I will not do that.That is all. I related the mental illness thing to Pete who became quite upset and I said I would get it clarified. I hope I have misinterpreted what you have said MANY times during sermons but believe I have not. I did not tell him about the Justin thing because he was already upset.
And I signed it with my name. When I am very upset I don't do "dear or sincerely" I just start it and end it. And I am very upset at the pastor for putting me in the position where I feel I have to defend my right to medication. How many cults got in trouble because they wouldn't take sick children to the doctor? It is the same thing.
Anyway, today, a lot of trepidation because we didn't know what to expect at work. Monday they made us go to the opposite end of the building. Ron and I both were dreading me having to get all my crap in and out that way. I was dreading making Jack wait, etc. and Ron and I agreed we would give him an extra $20.
I am happy to help people who help us. Jack has been a huge gift. I should go to his church. Anyway, we got to the warehouse, I got our supplies, checked out. Jack came on time, we went to work... and they were operating normally with the door, we could use the front entrance. PRAISE GOD. It was just another Saturday.
I had a lot of work helping Ron, who had taken a pain pill and was a bit foggy. One person yelled at me because I hadn't done the chips yet, I was clearly busy. I explained "I am busy, I will get to it when I can" and he shouted at me and left me alone after that.
I got his work and some of mine done before our ride home. And Ron wanted a short day! My feet were killing me in my work boots.
Which reminds me: it is time for new shoes. I promised myself back in April I would change out all my shoes every 6 months (2 pair each sneaker and work boot). The most expensive pair was a $40 work boot, the sneakers were about $15 each. So doable. And I don't want to risk hurting my foot again, that was hell and so hard for both me and Ron. Getting out of bed so utterly awful I hated getting up to urinate. New shoes are, to quote Chuck "Not a problem". I will take Arturo to the Walmart sometime soon.
So I was pretty tired. I took Ron out and parked him in the shade. I waited on the bench (in the sun, but a bench!), our ride was about half an hour late. The damage to the building is spectacular, at least 20 parking spaces' worth of damage along the building, the whole top and side collapsed, the adjoining area held up with big braces. But it is a federal building and you CANNOT photograph. I'm not losing my job over a photo.
We came home and found Pete in the driveway, he came in for a little bit and then we went out to lunch. We had a good meal and Pete, always a good evangelist, found the manager was also a believer. Pete dropped us at the house. He is making noises about painting it and repairing some flood damage to the siding. I didn't know we had flood damage, to the siding. So he is going to repair that (one area) and then paint the whole thing with a friend.
I will have to get some drinks and a cooler. I can get some ice with Arturo and have cold drinks all set up. Least I can do.
Ron went to bed, he was pretty tired. He likes a nap, like I do, in the afternoon, BUT I had a headache and took some Excedrin earlier so plenty of energy.
I got Arturo's present, I got him a small thing on Amazon. We will probably see him Monday so I will do my best to remember to give it to him.
But we got all the work done. About the only "work" left to do are the litter boxes. We had mixed results with Pete coming over. A couple of the cats liked him, a couple hid.
The cat experts say you should have a lot of people over to acclimate your cats but 1. I am very private and 2. I don't know what many people. Most people have trouble getting a handle on Ron, much less me.
Ron projects as very outgoing but is actually pretty introverted. I am more the extrovert these days.
I am glad I got the mental illness thing off my chest, I have been brooding about it for a while. I am not generally a confrontational person, on my medication. But I knew Pete was going to talk about it so I wanted to clarify what had me upset.
Opinions welcome as always.
It is a nice day today so we will see if I can run some errands tomorrow.
Edit: hours later, have heard nothing. I think he realizes I am going to publish so he had better be clear on what he thinks. It is one thing to call someone an addict and say they don't need medication during a sermon, it is another to go on the record telling people to go off their meds.
I am 98% sure he is going to come back saying "Oh, you misunderstood me".
Friday, September 27, 2019
A few tidbits
Mama cat does not like Eminem. She moved when he came on Youtube.
Speaking of Mommy, I had a very good time earlier. Many years ago when I had Bubba I used to feed him a sliced, cooked, chicken breast I could buy in a big orange bag at Walmart. I took it out, warmed it a few seconds, and fed it. He loved it. I got some in my last grocery order (a big bag) because I always liked the chicken myself and I thought the cats might, too. None of my current gang have had this.
Sure enough they showed up, Mama and both "kittens" if you can call a 75% grown cat a "kitten" any more. Mama was begging, so were the kittens. I fed Mama a bite, Cleo swooped in - Mama let her steal it. Mama is a really easy to love cat. She will always let the kittens eat first. Once they had staggered off, I fed her some, and she loved it. I feel a lot better about feeding her plain cooked chicken than the sliced deli meats. Very glad I got it and glad I can get more. I think a little real meat will be a good supplement to their diet.
Speaking of food, I made the chicken sandwiches with the sliced, cooked, chicken meat. I made Ron a slider with ranch dressing, sharp cheddar, and some chicken. I made myself a sliced bread version of the same. I had it with a glass of milk, pretty good with my pills.
I cleaned the litter box after I finished eating. Well, all of them. Tomorrow is going to be pretty rough at work but it's just getting used to the new operations at work.
I don't know if I mentioned it but Cleo had let me pet her a few times (she ran off, but she let me touch her) before she had some chicken, and she was coming right up to my feet for that. I believe that would be her "Jackpot treat" Jackson Galaxy talks about and I plan to use that to advantage. She's a good cat, I hope she loves me one day.
The others were much easier: I got them inside, spoil them, cater to their every need so I must be awesome. Cleo is a little harder sell.
Speaking of Mommy, I had a very good time earlier. Many years ago when I had Bubba I used to feed him a sliced, cooked, chicken breast I could buy in a big orange bag at Walmart. I took it out, warmed it a few seconds, and fed it. He loved it. I got some in my last grocery order (a big bag) because I always liked the chicken myself and I thought the cats might, too. None of my current gang have had this.
Sure enough they showed up, Mama and both "kittens" if you can call a 75% grown cat a "kitten" any more. Mama was begging, so were the kittens. I fed Mama a bite, Cleo swooped in - Mama let her steal it. Mama is a really easy to love cat. She will always let the kittens eat first. Once they had staggered off, I fed her some, and she loved it. I feel a lot better about feeding her plain cooked chicken than the sliced deli meats. Very glad I got it and glad I can get more. I think a little real meat will be a good supplement to their diet.
Speaking of food, I made the chicken sandwiches with the sliced, cooked, chicken meat. I made Ron a slider with ranch dressing, sharp cheddar, and some chicken. I made myself a sliced bread version of the same. I had it with a glass of milk, pretty good with my pills.
I cleaned the litter box after I finished eating. Well, all of them. Tomorrow is going to be pretty rough at work but it's just getting used to the new operations at work.
I don't know if I mentioned it but Cleo had let me pet her a few times (she ran off, but she let me touch her) before she had some chicken, and she was coming right up to my feet for that. I believe that would be her "Jackpot treat" Jackson Galaxy talks about and I plan to use that to advantage. She's a good cat, I hope she loves me one day.
The others were much easier: I got them inside, spoil them, cater to their every need so I must be awesome. Cleo is a little harder sell.
Baseline
Did not sleep great, very sensitive to scent and Ron forgot to cap a urinal, that was pretty vile smelling until I figured it out and got him to cap it.
Got what sleep I could, got up. Started my cycle which meant, Yay! another headache. Took my shower, shaved my legs. Got dressed. Got Ron cleaned up and dressed.
It is odd to think how long it has been since I had a husband who would take care of his own personal needs. Just like I have always had to read things and find things for him.
He was sober, he had run out of vodka over drinking the night before. Times like that (and just now) I help him to bed so he does not fall and injure himself. I had a good time with him this morning just talking; but he moved about as badly as he does when he's drinking so he is just that bad getting around.
I had hopes some of it might be alcohol. We went to the bank. The security guard held the door. We went in and ran our transaction, it was raining outside, not a payday, so very quiet. We turned our small bills into $20's so we can spend them on inventory/driver tomorrow.
We texted the driver, have not heard back yet but that is not unusual, he cannot have his phone on when driving.
We got our bank stuff done.
I ordered Ron a couch organizer yesterday, one of those things you hang off the side of the couch with several pockets? It came yesterday, I installed it today (had to move the mattress), loaded it with his remote, headphones, etc. He adores it. Has been thanking me all day.
I am happy for that (he also paid me double what I spent). Arturo picked us up and we went through a drive through (for me) and got some liquor for Ron.
Ron had ordered a whole case. He is dead serious about his vodka... I said I will make one suggestion. I never make suggestions regarding alcohol. Ron listened, we were riding. I said, call them and tell them to put it in two boxes so Arturo won't have to pick up one, heavy, thing. Ron (and Arturo) liked that so he called and they did it. Arturo really appreciated it.
I try to take care of him, he's a good man and how many guys do you know would give me a ride with a cat (in a carrier) who had just crapped herself? VERY few, if ANY. You will notice his name - he is not a white boy - I don't care - he is great and that is all that matters. And he was VERY nice about Cleo.
Then we went home. Ron got carsick. I need to order him some meclizine tablets. Done. Got him 100 for $5 on Amazon. He had very mild carsick issues before the accident but it is pretty bad now. He has only vomited once, that off the side of a freeway overpass - gives me the vapors to think about it now. So that will work great for him. I will order him some more to have in reserve when we get back from our trip.
Unfortunately, if my cycle is standard, I will have my "visit" during the trip next month. That is going to be inconvenient, but I can bring supplies. I was talking to Ron about my travel bag, and he asked if I had this or that, and I kept saying yes. It is good to know I will have everything I need, like a nightlight - I always worry I am going to run into something in the middle of the night and crush my foot. The "basic" hotel I used in Galveston had a built in light which was great, but it did remind me to get my own when I came back. I believe, with my female supplies, nightgown, a couple of shirts, changes of underwear, and a spare pair of jeans I cannot shove Ron's stuff into the backpack too. So I will have to bring his bag as well - easily done, that way he has his supplies.
You may remember last year how he wanted to collect all his stuff, including his phone chargers, when we had the hotel fire at 4 AM. He can bring a lot of junk. Just his medication, and mine, would take up a whole bag.
We use cheap bags so nothing special to attract attention. The contents can be shoved around stuffing the chair in and out of the car, as well.
We got home and Arturo put the alcohol in the garage, I got Ron in the house. I took my pills, I hadn't yet taken my morning stuff. I have been really lax about taking my antidepressant which could have very bad results. I need to get better at that.
I have been diligent about the mood stabilizers and the anti psychotic because I have to be - that would be catastrophic. I just did up my pills so plenty in the organizers. I keep the organizers somewhere Ron can't access because he had knocked them down a couple of times before, when drunk.
Ron got into his vodka while I decided to take a nap. I woke up after about an hour, got up, Ron was pretty drunk. We talked for a while - he is still really happy about his organizer. I helped him get to bed as he was pretty wobbly and needed help.
But, from what I saw this morning, that is baseline and not just a drunk thing.
I plan to see a doctor pretty soon about my migraines. A regular doctor, just to get some emergency medication I can take when I am having an acute attack. I do pretty well with what I can do to prevent it (no chocolate, etc), but some of it is hormonal and I don't want to take hormones. I am middle aged, the factory is going to dry up sooner or later. I will need to be optimal during my next cycle and that may mean taking something reasonable. I will at least go in and ask.
Other than that I am very healthy. I also need to get back to the kettlebells which will help a lot.
In the short term, I need to figure out dinner. I think I will take some of the cooked chicken strips, warm them, put them on bread with ranch and some sharp cheese, call that dinner. It sounds good at least.
Ugh, this headache won't quit.
I decided to be more assertive with Cleo, she let me pet her a few times today and later lay on my foot. So she is progressing. I won't leave the food out, she will have to come through me to get it and she loves to eat!
She also scared me a little, she took a bird toy, split it open, gutted it and pulled out the stuffing. I would hate to be the thing that got in my house!
Got what sleep I could, got up. Started my cycle which meant, Yay! another headache. Took my shower, shaved my legs. Got dressed. Got Ron cleaned up and dressed.
It is odd to think how long it has been since I had a husband who would take care of his own personal needs. Just like I have always had to read things and find things for him.
He was sober, he had run out of vodka over drinking the night before. Times like that (and just now) I help him to bed so he does not fall and injure himself. I had a good time with him this morning just talking; but he moved about as badly as he does when he's drinking so he is just that bad getting around.
I had hopes some of it might be alcohol. We went to the bank. The security guard held the door. We went in and ran our transaction, it was raining outside, not a payday, so very quiet. We turned our small bills into $20's so we can spend them on inventory/driver tomorrow.
We texted the driver, have not heard back yet but that is not unusual, he cannot have his phone on when driving.
We got our bank stuff done.
I ordered Ron a couch organizer yesterday, one of those things you hang off the side of the couch with several pockets? It came yesterday, I installed it today (had to move the mattress), loaded it with his remote, headphones, etc. He adores it. Has been thanking me all day.
I am happy for that (he also paid me double what I spent). Arturo picked us up and we went through a drive through (for me) and got some liquor for Ron.
Ron had ordered a whole case. He is dead serious about his vodka... I said I will make one suggestion. I never make suggestions regarding alcohol. Ron listened, we were riding. I said, call them and tell them to put it in two boxes so Arturo won't have to pick up one, heavy, thing. Ron (and Arturo) liked that so he called and they did it. Arturo really appreciated it.
I try to take care of him, he's a good man and how many guys do you know would give me a ride with a cat (in a carrier) who had just crapped herself? VERY few, if ANY. You will notice his name - he is not a white boy - I don't care - he is great and that is all that matters. And he was VERY nice about Cleo.
Then we went home. Ron got carsick. I need to order him some meclizine tablets. Done. Got him 100 for $5 on Amazon. He had very mild carsick issues before the accident but it is pretty bad now. He has only vomited once, that off the side of a freeway overpass - gives me the vapors to think about it now. So that will work great for him. I will order him some more to have in reserve when we get back from our trip.
Unfortunately, if my cycle is standard, I will have my "visit" during the trip next month. That is going to be inconvenient, but I can bring supplies. I was talking to Ron about my travel bag, and he asked if I had this or that, and I kept saying yes. It is good to know I will have everything I need, like a nightlight - I always worry I am going to run into something in the middle of the night and crush my foot. The "basic" hotel I used in Galveston had a built in light which was great, but it did remind me to get my own when I came back. I believe, with my female supplies, nightgown, a couple of shirts, changes of underwear, and a spare pair of jeans I cannot shove Ron's stuff into the backpack too. So I will have to bring his bag as well - easily done, that way he has his supplies.
You may remember last year how he wanted to collect all his stuff, including his phone chargers, when we had the hotel fire at 4 AM. He can bring a lot of junk. Just his medication, and mine, would take up a whole bag.
We use cheap bags so nothing special to attract attention. The contents can be shoved around stuffing the chair in and out of the car, as well.
We got home and Arturo put the alcohol in the garage, I got Ron in the house. I took my pills, I hadn't yet taken my morning stuff. I have been really lax about taking my antidepressant which could have very bad results. I need to get better at that.
I have been diligent about the mood stabilizers and the anti psychotic because I have to be - that would be catastrophic. I just did up my pills so plenty in the organizers. I keep the organizers somewhere Ron can't access because he had knocked them down a couple of times before, when drunk.
Ron got into his vodka while I decided to take a nap. I woke up after about an hour, got up, Ron was pretty drunk. We talked for a while - he is still really happy about his organizer. I helped him get to bed as he was pretty wobbly and needed help.
But, from what I saw this morning, that is baseline and not just a drunk thing.
I plan to see a doctor pretty soon about my migraines. A regular doctor, just to get some emergency medication I can take when I am having an acute attack. I do pretty well with what I can do to prevent it (no chocolate, etc), but some of it is hormonal and I don't want to take hormones. I am middle aged, the factory is going to dry up sooner or later. I will need to be optimal during my next cycle and that may mean taking something reasonable. I will at least go in and ask.
Other than that I am very healthy. I also need to get back to the kettlebells which will help a lot.
In the short term, I need to figure out dinner. I think I will take some of the cooked chicken strips, warm them, put them on bread with ranch and some sharp cheese, call that dinner. It sounds good at least.
Ugh, this headache won't quit.
I decided to be more assertive with Cleo, she let me pet her a few times today and later lay on my foot. So she is progressing. I won't leave the food out, she will have to come through me to get it and she loves to eat!
She also scared me a little, she took a bird toy, split it open, gutted it and pulled out the stuffing. I would hate to be the thing that got in my house!
Respect is earned
There seems to be some confusion as to what I think constitutes a "good" neighbor, so I will share my example and then an example of what I have had to deal with that I didn't like.
- Quiet. Speaks for itself. Also includes appropriate dog behavior, not neglected and left in the yard to bark incessantly.
- Tidy. Clean yard and maintained. No hoarding 30 weed eaters all hung up on the fence to "share" with the neighbors. No rats brought either.
- Appropriate number of pets. That hasn't been an issue.
- Children and adults stay on their side of the fence. They do not roam the neighbor's property, looking into windows, going into locked backyards and garages, and gossiping loudly about them outside their windows.
- Respect neighbor's pets; no abusing them.
- Don't steal parking and block driveways, if they do, move when they see the "rightful" homeowner without being asked. Certainly don't tell the homeowner to fck off when asked to move.
That's about it. I think most people have similar expectations.
Hopefully this will end the asinine lectures that I adore every ignorant thug who moves in on the blog lest someone I don't even know in person label me "judgmental". You wouldn't want them in your neighborhood, so you're a hypocrite...and you think you can get away with it because it's the "anonymous internet".
Respect is EARNED.
Thursday, September 26, 2019
Thursday evening
The sliders have been a big hit with Ron, he really enjoys them and they are just the right size. I will have to make some sloppy Joe, hamburger, and chicken ranch sliders. I have lots of ideas (a little manic) so I will get them done. Mama cat went nuts when I made the food, she apparently was fed deli meat by her previous human. I gave her a can of cat food which Biscuit unfortunately got a little. I am glad he has been peeing so well or I would be very worried.
Ron got pretty drunk but it's our day off. He was bad and took off his seatbelt. I did manage to get him into bed. His organizer hasn't come yet, I will have to install it to his bed tomorrow. I will need to lift the mattress. Ron doesn't mind if I lean over him to do something on the side of the bed but I'm not light and I don't like the idea of squashing him.
Cleo is not running away as fast... I find that encouraging. I pet her a little as she ran off today.
And, speaking of Cleo, a funny video that made me laugh so hard I woke Ron up:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=4&v=u6FG3fog0hM
I really hope she acted better than that. But apparently she is not that uncommon in a veterinary practice. I put the link on the vet's FB I think she will get a laugh. Most of my cats are awesome, they sure loved Biscuit.
That's it for now.
Ron got pretty drunk but it's our day off. He was bad and took off his seatbelt. I did manage to get him into bed. His organizer hasn't come yet, I will have to install it to his bed tomorrow. I will need to lift the mattress. Ron doesn't mind if I lean over him to do something on the side of the bed but I'm not light and I don't like the idea of squashing him.
Cleo is not running away as fast... I find that encouraging. I pet her a little as she ran off today.
And, speaking of Cleo, a funny video that made me laugh so hard I woke Ron up:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=4&v=u6FG3fog0hM
I really hope she acted better than that. But apparently she is not that uncommon in a veterinary practice. I put the link on the vet's FB I think she will get a laugh. Most of my cats are awesome, they sure loved Biscuit.
That's it for now.
Thursday morning
Slept great, no headache. But I reek, my hair is greasy, the bedding is in the wash, litter boxes did not get cleaned yesterday, and I woke up to find Ron drinking in the kitchen.
Then he wanted to talk about politics. I told him I don't care for the liberal media and was not interested. Job numbers are excellent and I am not worried about losing the house like I was under the other guy - ask me how that affects ME and that is what I will tell you.
Last night Ron asked me, in a very condescending way, if I had "been OK" away from him. I said I was fine the majority of the time but I did wonder a few times if he had fallen on the floor. He laughed. Who would laugh at that?
I reminded him I have found him on the floor in a pool of blood on at least 2 occasions, it was a reasonable concern. He said next time he would leave his phone on. But, I told him, overall it was a great time. I did not get into how it was so nice not to have to worry about the caregiving.
But it was and my Dad was really adamant I get a couple days off. I did tell Ron my Dad is going to be very pissed if you f_ck this up. And he didn't.
Time for my shower and then I will do litter boxes. Sheets are already in the wash, I reeked yesterday (and now, I'm sure) because I couldn't get the shower with the migraine.
Water fountains made the most racket so I cleaned them and changed their filters after my shower. I am waiting on my groceries and then will clean the litter boxes after I put them away. That is pretty much all I need to do today.
Biscuit made my night, last night, got in his box and peed LOTS so I don't have to worry about him. They are all drinking the fresh water now. I clean the fountains every couple of weeks per directions and change the filters. They really enjoy their fountains.
Tomorrow I need to focus on bringing in the winter clothes, for me that is just a couple of hoodies, Ron's coat, and then maybe wash his sweatshirts. He wears them in the winter.
Spotty is begging for food, I will put some down for him. Biscuit has been "bad" about trying to eat the wrong foods so I will have to stand over it while he eats.
I did all that, more "adult" stuff. I saw tradesmen vans outside #10 so the other people are well and truly moved out, including that creepy guy who kept coming on our property. Thank God. I really didn't like him one bit.
Ron has said to lock the door every time I leave, the "paramedics can break a window" if he really needs help when I am gone. He would rather have the security, as it is, than easy access. But I can ask if I can leave a key at the station.
Or maybe I just worry too much.
I got my Walmart delivery and realized I had forgotten the cat litter. Curses. Then I had to choose do I go with Chewy or Walmart again. I went to Chewy, they were more but then they have to ship it. And I realized they didn't have the mylar crinkle balls for cats. Spotty found one under the couch and loves it, I would like to get him more. So I might as well go with Walmart. And when I placed my order they let me get delivery today. I was impressed.
I feel sorry for the people who have to handle it, 40 pound cases of cat litter are not fun, but I will tip the driver.
Ron needed some help but I gave it. I cleaned the litter boxes. I washed my hands VERY well and started making a sandwich. I had told Ron I got him slider buns so I could make him small sandwiches. He asked me to make him one. I used one slice of cheese and two slices of ham. I didn't have mustard but he said mayo was fine.
Now I grew up with the mayo king. Mayo on everything and a lot of it at that. So I like my bread SLATHERED with mayo. Ron does not, he just likes a little smear where you can still see the pores on the bread. So I fixed it like that and gave it to him. He said it was "perfect", ate the whole thing.
We talked about his calorie needs. As near as I can tell he needs about a thousand calories a day. And they can add up so it is important to make them quality calories. I remember Christopher Reeve in his book said he always ate eggs every breakfast to ensure he got enough protein every day. The sliders are a really good solution.
I used to make him big sandwiches but he could never finish them, and then the leftovers just rotted, got stale, whatever. So the sliders are a much better solution thank you Walmart for having them.
I only added some cat food to my litter order, I already got a delivery today. I would have liked something like pudding but I have drink mix, yogurt, OJ, etc. That is plenty. I did get some drink mix, I checked my receipt, but more often than not they are out of this brand.
So happy they brought my Diet Dew! That was wonderful to know they actually listened and even better did something about it.
I wanted to take a nap by this point (my antidepressant made me a little manic this morning) but I had stripped the bed. Well, first I had to lint brush the bed and got about 5 handfuls of cat hair off it. Then I stripped it.
I am using an extra flat sheet as a mattress pad so I left that on the bed, took my "good" sheets off to wash. Torbie got on the bed even though I had taken her house, her towel, and her pillow off the bed. Later on I came back, she was good about moving out of the way so I could make the bed. Biscuit was naughty and ran under the sheet, so I secured it on top of him, he had fun roaming around for a while. I let him out when he meowed. I put a new towel, the house, and her pillow back on the bed. I put my Bible, my pillows (2), and the top sheet and I was done.
I took a nap and woke up with a headache, but I drank a very cold diet soda and took some aspirin. The week leading up to my period has just been brutal with migraines and bad headaches, every month, for a while now.
Cleo has been evading me lately. She likes Ron but I took her to the vet, twice. That is a hard thing to forgive. They spayed her. They gave her shots. They put her in a net. She is having a hard time with that. I just keep telling her I love her and it is OK, pet her mother and brother around her so she sees they like my petting.
It is going to be her decision ultimately. We counted the money we took out Monday and we have enough for supplies, and to pay the driver. That's good to know.
Hopefully enough to pay me by next week. This pay period went very fast. Dad wouldn't let me pay for anything on our trip (but the room) so I let him.
I may run to my bank tomorrow but I will see.
Then he wanted to talk about politics. I told him I don't care for the liberal media and was not interested. Job numbers are excellent and I am not worried about losing the house like I was under the other guy - ask me how that affects ME and that is what I will tell you.
Last night Ron asked me, in a very condescending way, if I had "been OK" away from him. I said I was fine the majority of the time but I did wonder a few times if he had fallen on the floor. He laughed. Who would laugh at that?
I reminded him I have found him on the floor in a pool of blood on at least 2 occasions, it was a reasonable concern. He said next time he would leave his phone on. But, I told him, overall it was a great time. I did not get into how it was so nice not to have to worry about the caregiving.
But it was and my Dad was really adamant I get a couple days off. I did tell Ron my Dad is going to be very pissed if you f_ck this up. And he didn't.
Time for my shower and then I will do litter boxes. Sheets are already in the wash, I reeked yesterday (and now, I'm sure) because I couldn't get the shower with the migraine.
Water fountains made the most racket so I cleaned them and changed their filters after my shower. I am waiting on my groceries and then will clean the litter boxes after I put them away. That is pretty much all I need to do today.
Biscuit made my night, last night, got in his box and peed LOTS so I don't have to worry about him. They are all drinking the fresh water now. I clean the fountains every couple of weeks per directions and change the filters. They really enjoy their fountains.
Tomorrow I need to focus on bringing in the winter clothes, for me that is just a couple of hoodies, Ron's coat, and then maybe wash his sweatshirts. He wears them in the winter.
Spotty is begging for food, I will put some down for him. Biscuit has been "bad" about trying to eat the wrong foods so I will have to stand over it while he eats.
I did all that, more "adult" stuff. I saw tradesmen vans outside #10 so the other people are well and truly moved out, including that creepy guy who kept coming on our property. Thank God. I really didn't like him one bit.
Ron has said to lock the door every time I leave, the "paramedics can break a window" if he really needs help when I am gone. He would rather have the security, as it is, than easy access. But I can ask if I can leave a key at the station.
Or maybe I just worry too much.
I got my Walmart delivery and realized I had forgotten the cat litter. Curses. Then I had to choose do I go with Chewy or Walmart again. I went to Chewy, they were more but then they have to ship it. And I realized they didn't have the mylar crinkle balls for cats. Spotty found one under the couch and loves it, I would like to get him more. So I might as well go with Walmart. And when I placed my order they let me get delivery today. I was impressed.
I feel sorry for the people who have to handle it, 40 pound cases of cat litter are not fun, but I will tip the driver.
Ron needed some help but I gave it. I cleaned the litter boxes. I washed my hands VERY well and started making a sandwich. I had told Ron I got him slider buns so I could make him small sandwiches. He asked me to make him one. I used one slice of cheese and two slices of ham. I didn't have mustard but he said mayo was fine.
Now I grew up with the mayo king. Mayo on everything and a lot of it at that. So I like my bread SLATHERED with mayo. Ron does not, he just likes a little smear where you can still see the pores on the bread. So I fixed it like that and gave it to him. He said it was "perfect", ate the whole thing.
We talked about his calorie needs. As near as I can tell he needs about a thousand calories a day. And they can add up so it is important to make them quality calories. I remember Christopher Reeve in his book said he always ate eggs every breakfast to ensure he got enough protein every day. The sliders are a really good solution.
I used to make him big sandwiches but he could never finish them, and then the leftovers just rotted, got stale, whatever. So the sliders are a much better solution thank you Walmart for having them.
I only added some cat food to my litter order, I already got a delivery today. I would have liked something like pudding but I have drink mix, yogurt, OJ, etc. That is plenty. I did get some drink mix, I checked my receipt, but more often than not they are out of this brand.
So happy they brought my Diet Dew! That was wonderful to know they actually listened and even better did something about it.
I wanted to take a nap by this point (my antidepressant made me a little manic this morning) but I had stripped the bed. Well, first I had to lint brush the bed and got about 5 handfuls of cat hair off it. Then I stripped it.
I am using an extra flat sheet as a mattress pad so I left that on the bed, took my "good" sheets off to wash. Torbie got on the bed even though I had taken her house, her towel, and her pillow off the bed. Later on I came back, she was good about moving out of the way so I could make the bed. Biscuit was naughty and ran under the sheet, so I secured it on top of him, he had fun roaming around for a while. I let him out when he meowed. I put a new towel, the house, and her pillow back on the bed. I put my Bible, my pillows (2), and the top sheet and I was done.
I took a nap and woke up with a headache, but I drank a very cold diet soda and took some aspirin. The week leading up to my period has just been brutal with migraines and bad headaches, every month, for a while now.
Cleo has been evading me lately. She likes Ron but I took her to the vet, twice. That is a hard thing to forgive. They spayed her. They gave her shots. They put her in a net. She is having a hard time with that. I just keep telling her I love her and it is OK, pet her mother and brother around her so she sees they like my petting.
It is going to be her decision ultimately. We counted the money we took out Monday and we have enough for supplies, and to pay the driver. That's good to know.
Hopefully enough to pay me by next week. This pay period went very fast. Dad wouldn't let me pay for anything on our trip (but the room) so I let him.
I may run to my bank tomorrow but I will see.
Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Wednesday afternoon
Woke up with a migraine today. Aside from the towel washing I didn't do much, not even a shower. I am doing a little better, though, enough to think about finishing the laundry.
I am massively craving a cup of noodles for dinner but they are full of msg and thinking that's a really bad idea with a headache. Oh, and I need to do up my pills, too.
I took a nap with Torbie and Biscuit joined us, I'm glad he still loves me. He's a good boy.
Ron slept most of the day and just ate some dinner. I made a Walmart delivery for tomorrow.
I found it helpful to drink some really cold drinks:
Orange juice
Powerade zero
Diet Dr Pepper
They helped a lot with the pain. I took 2 doses of Excedrin so I really don't want more on board. I will get manic.
That was my day, pretty much. I am still working on Cleo. She is afraid of me but loves Ron and runs to him for petting and treats. But I took her to the vet, twice, so she isn't really fond of me.
But I got to thinking about something Ron has said, ongoing, over the years. He believes most couples do not plan pregnancies, they have a birth control failure and "step up". I disagree, I know some people who have had fertility issues and planned pregnancies, got treatment, IVF, etc.
Ron's parents had 4 kids, and never a one after Ron who was born blind. It was - apparent when he was born and they have no baby pictures as a result which I found very sad. But there was never a child after Ron and I believe the doctors sterilized his mother with her permission. They had a tiny house (about the size of mine) so no room anyway. As it is they had the parents in one bedroom, the girls in one, and Ron and his brother in another. And they were tiny bedrooms so no room.
Which I already said. He never wanted children of his own. He talked briefly about us having kids when we were dating but he had already been fixed and medicare wasn't paying for reversal surgery,. by the time we would have saved enough for that I would have lost my fertility!
But I had been a daycare worker in the church nursery for several years (even with the history of mental illness, the kids really liked me), kids are a LOT of work and you have to watch them every minute. So no thanks.
Ron had had some pregnancy scares over the years so he was careful - got himself fixed in the 80's. Interestingly enough Medicaid DID NOT pay for that and Ron had to save up $400 for the procedure. It was done outpatient and he was out walking around that night. It was a while, he said, before he had sex and they warned him to use something for a couple of months.
He told me once he figured it worked because he never got me pregnant. Who's to say I could even get pregnant? I had a couple of incidents where I may have had a miscarriage but nothing certain.
Pregnancy would have been horrible for my illness, by all accounts my mother had a hideous post partum after birthing me. Sleep deprivation is really bad, Ron is right when he says I get "mean" when sleep deprived.
My guess is most couples agree to go off birth control and "try". If they can't get pregnant after a few years they may "try" harder, accept it, or look into adoption. Ron thinks most couples are actively practicing birth control, or a woman lies about using it to get pregnant and "trap" a man. I disagree.
I will tell him your opinions if you care to share them. I don't have a side, really. I think most children are wanted.
I finished the laundry and now need to do up my pills and I am done for the day. I also want to look at Amazon for some items.
That's it for now.
I am massively craving a cup of noodles for dinner but they are full of msg and thinking that's a really bad idea with a headache. Oh, and I need to do up my pills, too.
I took a nap with Torbie and Biscuit joined us, I'm glad he still loves me. He's a good boy.
Ron slept most of the day and just ate some dinner. I made a Walmart delivery for tomorrow.
I found it helpful to drink some really cold drinks:
Orange juice
Powerade zero
Diet Dr Pepper
They helped a lot with the pain. I took 2 doses of Excedrin so I really don't want more on board. I will get manic.
That was my day, pretty much. I am still working on Cleo. She is afraid of me but loves Ron and runs to him for petting and treats. But I took her to the vet, twice, so she isn't really fond of me.
But I got to thinking about something Ron has said, ongoing, over the years. He believes most couples do not plan pregnancies, they have a birth control failure and "step up". I disagree, I know some people who have had fertility issues and planned pregnancies, got treatment, IVF, etc.
Ron's parents had 4 kids, and never a one after Ron who was born blind. It was - apparent when he was born and they have no baby pictures as a result which I found very sad. But there was never a child after Ron and I believe the doctors sterilized his mother with her permission. They had a tiny house (about the size of mine) so no room anyway. As it is they had the parents in one bedroom, the girls in one, and Ron and his brother in another. And they were tiny bedrooms so no room.
Which I already said. He never wanted children of his own. He talked briefly about us having kids when we were dating but he had already been fixed and medicare wasn't paying for reversal surgery,. by the time we would have saved enough for that I would have lost my fertility!
But I had been a daycare worker in the church nursery for several years (even with the history of mental illness, the kids really liked me), kids are a LOT of work and you have to watch them every minute. So no thanks.
Ron had had some pregnancy scares over the years so he was careful - got himself fixed in the 80's. Interestingly enough Medicaid DID NOT pay for that and Ron had to save up $400 for the procedure. It was done outpatient and he was out walking around that night. It was a while, he said, before he had sex and they warned him to use something for a couple of months.
He told me once he figured it worked because he never got me pregnant. Who's to say I could even get pregnant? I had a couple of incidents where I may have had a miscarriage but nothing certain.
Pregnancy would have been horrible for my illness, by all accounts my mother had a hideous post partum after birthing me. Sleep deprivation is really bad, Ron is right when he says I get "mean" when sleep deprived.
My guess is most couples agree to go off birth control and "try". If they can't get pregnant after a few years they may "try" harder, accept it, or look into adoption. Ron thinks most couples are actively practicing birth control, or a woman lies about using it to get pregnant and "trap" a man. I disagree.
I will tell him your opinions if you care to share them. I don't have a side, really. I think most children are wanted.
I finished the laundry and now need to do up my pills and I am done for the day. I also want to look at Amazon for some items.
That's it for now.
Wednesday morning
I thought this was funny.
I read that cats like to lie on things that soak up their scent, then you can transport the item with you when you move (board!), etc. so the cat has familiar territory with them. Scent is hugely important to a cat.
That made a lot of sense to me so I put a towel in the bed for about a week before I left. Both Torbie and Biscuit loved sleeping on the towel.
I gave it to the vet staff when I dropped Biscuit off, it worked, he was hiding in his cage but came out when they laid "his" towel on the bottom of the cage. But he had a litter box accident and peed on the towel, (I am just happy he was peeing and not blocked) so they washed it.
Taking out all the scent. Now it smelled like the vet.
I didn't really think about that, I put it in the bed last night and Biscuit slept everywhere but that towel. So, this morning, I washed it with scented detergent and a vinegar rinse. That should get the vet smell out.
I had to wash a lot of Ron's clothes and some of mine, they are all in the dryer.
I woke up with a vicious headache, at 4, but 2 doses of Excedrin and some caffeine drinks have helped, I am fairly functional. Biscuit and I had a very good cuddle, he is happy to be back and forgives me for boarding him.
Ron had a blackout while I was gone so I am very glad I did board Biscuit.
I decided to get rid of the towel; I got it going in the wash. I am sure he will accept it once I get it fresh again.
Poor baby, a reminder of the vet to follow him around at home!
About the only thing planned today: a Walmart delivery. I have to check what I have and then plan accordingly. I need to mix up some more special blend (Royal Canin plus Meow Mix) for most of the cats, Biscuit has plenty of food. The vet liked I had included his treats and they were giving them, good. I really wanted to make the boarding as happy an experience as possible.
He got a very good report card from the vet - they do that on their boarding clients. He got all A's.
He is a good boy. I'm just glad he forgave me.
Oh, on an unrelated note: I believe #10 is also renting to Section 8 tenants, the ones he has had over the last several years have all been obnoxious, low-class, and ignorant. The latest ones were no better. In fact, the one older (50 ish) man keeps coming on my property (I am half a block away), trying to come in my garage (we opened the door and he hurried towards it, then saw us there and bolted), bothering paratransit drivers parked on my property, bothering Arturo (!), etc. I was NOT happy with them.
Since Ron fell 2x last year in the garage I had a policy of leaving the front door unlocked when I went out, so paramedics could enter if necessary for Ron (I should probably just give them a key), I wanted to feel better leaving him, that helpers would not have to break down our door to get at him if he needed help.
But with this freak running all over my property (and I do understand sometimes people directly next door will come on my property, but someone half a block away?!), I didn't feel comfortable doing it. He had already showed a willingness to trespass IN my property so I had no doubt he would enter through an unlocked door. I started locking it again.
Now it appears he is leaving, you get to recognize "moving crap" and there is a lot at the curb today. It looks like he is on the way out. Thank God. I stay off their property, why can't they respect me? I am not asking for much.
Ugh. I hate renters. I can't think of one who has lived around me who was what I would consider a nice, respectful, quality, person.
I read that cats like to lie on things that soak up their scent, then you can transport the item with you when you move (board!), etc. so the cat has familiar territory with them. Scent is hugely important to a cat.
That made a lot of sense to me so I put a towel in the bed for about a week before I left. Both Torbie and Biscuit loved sleeping on the towel.
I gave it to the vet staff when I dropped Biscuit off, it worked, he was hiding in his cage but came out when they laid "his" towel on the bottom of the cage. But he had a litter box accident and peed on the towel, (I am just happy he was peeing and not blocked) so they washed it.
Taking out all the scent. Now it smelled like the vet.
I didn't really think about that, I put it in the bed last night and Biscuit slept everywhere but that towel. So, this morning, I washed it with scented detergent and a vinegar rinse. That should get the vet smell out.
I had to wash a lot of Ron's clothes and some of mine, they are all in the dryer.
I woke up with a vicious headache, at 4, but 2 doses of Excedrin and some caffeine drinks have helped, I am fairly functional. Biscuit and I had a very good cuddle, he is happy to be back and forgives me for boarding him.
Ron had a blackout while I was gone so I am very glad I did board Biscuit.
I decided to get rid of the towel; I got it going in the wash. I am sure he will accept it once I get it fresh again.
Poor baby, a reminder of the vet to follow him around at home!
About the only thing planned today: a Walmart delivery. I have to check what I have and then plan accordingly. I need to mix up some more special blend (Royal Canin plus Meow Mix) for most of the cats, Biscuit has plenty of food. The vet liked I had included his treats and they were giving them, good. I really wanted to make the boarding as happy an experience as possible.
He got a very good report card from the vet - they do that on their boarding clients. He got all A's.
He is a good boy. I'm just glad he forgave me.
Oh, on an unrelated note: I believe #10 is also renting to Section 8 tenants, the ones he has had over the last several years have all been obnoxious, low-class, and ignorant. The latest ones were no better. In fact, the one older (50 ish) man keeps coming on my property (I am half a block away), trying to come in my garage (we opened the door and he hurried towards it, then saw us there and bolted), bothering paratransit drivers parked on my property, bothering Arturo (!), etc. I was NOT happy with them.
Since Ron fell 2x last year in the garage I had a policy of leaving the front door unlocked when I went out, so paramedics could enter if necessary for Ron (I should probably just give them a key), I wanted to feel better leaving him, that helpers would not have to break down our door to get at him if he needed help.
But with this freak running all over my property (and I do understand sometimes people directly next door will come on my property, but someone half a block away?!), I didn't feel comfortable doing it. He had already showed a willingness to trespass IN my property so I had no doubt he would enter through an unlocked door. I started locking it again.
Now it appears he is leaving, you get to recognize "moving crap" and there is a lot at the curb today. It looks like he is on the way out. Thank God. I stay off their property, why can't they respect me? I am not asking for much.
Ugh. I hate renters. I can't think of one who has lived around me who was what I would consider a nice, respectful, quality, person.
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
My trip
Let me see if I can get some pictures up, then I will write about it.
Me and Dad on the Seawall.
So, we went to work Monday morning. It was a mess and, like I told Ron, looked like a giant had stomped on the building where the wall met the roof. SIGNIFICANT damage. The place was crawling with construction workers.
They let us in another door. We stocked and saw all our usual people, so I feel good about future sales.
We left and met Mom and Dad in the parking lot. They drove us home, I got Ron set and grabbed my stuff, put on my sandals, fed the cats, got Biscuit stuffed in his carrier (that was some work), and we went to the vet.
I dropped Biscuit off and we went to Galveston. In the meantime, at home Ron was pretty quiet, did not fall or hurt himself, did not destroy much, did not burn the house down or hurt the cats. DID have severe back pain, DID drink quite a bit, demolished a can of weatherproofing spray. DID eat BBQ, had a pretty good time except for the pain. Absolutely CAN be left alone again.
So we went to Galveston, I checked into my room. They gave me a nice one, it is simple but nice. We went to the beach to feed seagulls (I did) and then went out to dinner. After dinner we went back to our rooms (they stayed in a different hotel) and to bed. I did talk to Ron, at that point he was fine.
I had called the vet and they said Biscuit was hiding, but accepting pets, and eating, so I wasn't worried.
I went to bed, slept horrible but didn't tell my parents that. I had some digestive trouble in the middle of the night and had trouble sleeping. The bed was fine, it was quiet, just too much caffeine I think.
I got up at 7 and took a shower. The hotel has really nice showerheads with several different settings. I had a good shower, packed up my stuff. My Tuesday shirt had a grease spot on it, not sure how I missed that. So I wore the black t-shirt again. I ate breakfast on my own (we had agreed to this) and went back to the hotel, they picked me up, I checked out. We drove around, fed the seagulls again (they were adamant I had to feed the seagulls because I enjoy it). It was really remarkably similar to feeding the cats in the morning, all of them clamoring for my attention, stealing from each other, etc. We went out to the 61st street pier, it is way out on the water and very nice. The lower deck is fishing and the top deck is sightseeing. Ron could not have done the stairs.
Then we had lunch at a place the locals go, they really enjoyed it and Dad got a huge meal for $10. The vet called. When I saw the caller ID I freaked, thinking Biscuit was sick, but they just wanted to know when to expect me. I told them around 3. We drove back. There was some traffic but not bad. We got Biscuit. They liked him so much I wasn't sure they were going to give him back! He is a lover.
He got all A's on his "report card". They REALLY liked him. He was OK with the boarding experience which is what I wanted to see before we leave town next month. He will be OK, he peed, he used his box, he ate, he took pets, he was good. I needed to know that.
I had spread a towel in bed where he sleeps for about a week, and then put that towel in his stuff. They put it in his cage and he liked it. I will do that again.
He hollered all the way home. I reminded him I could have had him bathed with scented shampoo but I told them no. We got home, I said goodbye and came in the house. Some things in the front room were disrupted but not too bad.
The litter boxes were not bad but EVERYONE has rushed to use them since I got home. I will get them in a little bit. All the cats are fine. Biscuit liked the seagull feather I gave him (I found it on the beach).
So it went OK. I can leave him for a little bit, even the way he is now. I did make a point of making him his favorite lemonade before I left, and emptying several of his urinals. My phone was fine for a day without charging (it is on there now) and I think my old charger will work for it, which means I can put the old charger in my travel pack (backpack) and just pick it up and go anytime I want.
Everything went fine. Ron is in the back of the house doing something, I took out the trash and ran a load of laundry (Ron knocked a lot of his clean clothes onto a very dirty floor). I can definitely do that again, that's my take-away.
My parents were very adamant the whole time I needed a break from caregiving and they were going to give it to me. They paid for everything (meals, I paid for the hotel) and I let them. Ron would have balked but I did not.
That was it!
Me and Dad on the Seawall.
Me on my annual date with the seagulls (so gauche!)
They let us in another door. We stocked and saw all our usual people, so I feel good about future sales.
We left and met Mom and Dad in the parking lot. They drove us home, I got Ron set and grabbed my stuff, put on my sandals, fed the cats, got Biscuit stuffed in his carrier (that was some work), and we went to the vet.
I dropped Biscuit off and we went to Galveston. In the meantime, at home Ron was pretty quiet, did not fall or hurt himself, did not destroy much, did not burn the house down or hurt the cats. DID have severe back pain, DID drink quite a bit, demolished a can of weatherproofing spray. DID eat BBQ, had a pretty good time except for the pain. Absolutely CAN be left alone again.
So we went to Galveston, I checked into my room. They gave me a nice one, it is simple but nice. We went to the beach to feed seagulls (I did) and then went out to dinner. After dinner we went back to our rooms (they stayed in a different hotel) and to bed. I did talk to Ron, at that point he was fine.
I had called the vet and they said Biscuit was hiding, but accepting pets, and eating, so I wasn't worried.
I went to bed, slept horrible but didn't tell my parents that. I had some digestive trouble in the middle of the night and had trouble sleeping. The bed was fine, it was quiet, just too much caffeine I think.
I got up at 7 and took a shower. The hotel has really nice showerheads with several different settings. I had a good shower, packed up my stuff. My Tuesday shirt had a grease spot on it, not sure how I missed that. So I wore the black t-shirt again. I ate breakfast on my own (we had agreed to this) and went back to the hotel, they picked me up, I checked out. We drove around, fed the seagulls again (they were adamant I had to feed the seagulls because I enjoy it). It was really remarkably similar to feeding the cats in the morning, all of them clamoring for my attention, stealing from each other, etc. We went out to the 61st street pier, it is way out on the water and very nice. The lower deck is fishing and the top deck is sightseeing. Ron could not have done the stairs.
Then we had lunch at a place the locals go, they really enjoyed it and Dad got a huge meal for $10. The vet called. When I saw the caller ID I freaked, thinking Biscuit was sick, but they just wanted to know when to expect me. I told them around 3. We drove back. There was some traffic but not bad. We got Biscuit. They liked him so much I wasn't sure they were going to give him back! He is a lover.
He got all A's on his "report card". They REALLY liked him. He was OK with the boarding experience which is what I wanted to see before we leave town next month. He will be OK, he peed, he used his box, he ate, he took pets, he was good. I needed to know that.
I had spread a towel in bed where he sleeps for about a week, and then put that towel in his stuff. They put it in his cage and he liked it. I will do that again.
He hollered all the way home. I reminded him I could have had him bathed with scented shampoo but I told them no. We got home, I said goodbye and came in the house. Some things in the front room were disrupted but not too bad.
The litter boxes were not bad but EVERYONE has rushed to use them since I got home. I will get them in a little bit. All the cats are fine. Biscuit liked the seagull feather I gave him (I found it on the beach).
So it went OK. I can leave him for a little bit, even the way he is now. I did make a point of making him his favorite lemonade before I left, and emptying several of his urinals. My phone was fine for a day without charging (it is on there now) and I think my old charger will work for it, which means I can put the old charger in my travel pack (backpack) and just pick it up and go anytime I want.
Everything went fine. Ron is in the back of the house doing something, I took out the trash and ran a load of laundry (Ron knocked a lot of his clean clothes onto a very dirty floor). I can definitely do that again, that's my take-away.
My parents were very adamant the whole time I needed a break from caregiving and they were going to give it to me. They paid for everything (meals, I paid for the hotel) and I let them. Ron would have balked but I did not.
That was it!
So far so good
Biscuit is doing well at the vet. Ron was Ok last night when I talked to him. Had a good dinner last night and a good breakfast this morning. Nice shower experience, a couple days off when I get home. Packed very light, glad I did.
Monday, September 23, 2019
Very early Monday morning
Here's a picture, it wasn't taken yesterday but you get the idea. Me and Torbie.
I will do some mobile blogs today.
Opinions on whether I should put up a link to my Facebook so you can check that if I am not posting here?
Opinions on whether I should put up a link to my Facebook so you can check that if I am not posting here?
Sunday, September 22, 2019
Sunday afternoon
A pretty good day.
I got up and got ready, did most of the house things. Ron wanted to empty a urinal at the last minute and wheew. I put some bleach in the bowl after I flushed and used some Febreeze, that did a good job.
I did not have time to sweep and mop, I wanted to do the housework before the shower and realized I was out of time. I did get my hair washed and legs shaved.
I got dressed. The cats couldn't understand why I wasn't feeding them. And they ran off the minute my adoptive Mom appeared. All except Spotty and Mama cat, faithful friends. Mom got a lot of photos of Mama cat and loved her to pieces. If things were different I could have easily found a home for Mama.
All the cats came out as I began feeding, some, like Biscuit, just to peek around the corner but everyone made an appearance. She got a lot of pictures, I may put some up when she publishes them.
We went to church, and then out to lunch. We had a pretty good lunch. Dad had to take a phone call during lunch but we carried on without him. I let him know it was OK and I didn't rush him. He clearly felt awful about it. Family emergency.
We finished up and they brought me home, then left. Ron asked me to make the trips for tomorrow and I did, then I laid down a little.
BUT I had a six pack of Mountain Dew, and Excedrin when I got up (the headache just would not die until I got a Mountain Dew and some Excedrin in there). I didn't really sleep but I did rest for a while, then got up.
I had a nice piece of pecan pie at lunch so I am considering that my birthday cake. It began raining pretty hard about the time I got up, I am glad Dad is back at my aunt's house.
It will be interesting to see what they "let" us do at work tomorrow. We made the trip to go, and a ride home just in case. Dad was having trouble with the trunk on the rental. Ron of course needs a trunk for the wheelchair so, worst case, we can take paratransit home and they can meet us at the house vs picking us up at work like we normally do.
We got Ron a "plate" at the BBQ place so he has plenty to eat tomorrow. I finished packing my bag for tomorrow so I am pretty much ready to go. I need to put my hairbrush in there but that is it.
I only have the one hairbrush, I should probably have a second, travel, hair brush. I also need to check and make sure I have my hair clip. I can't stand washing my hair with it down after I finish, in the shower. I prefer to wash and condition, clip it up on top of my head, and then take it down when I get out. It just works better for me. I forget how I started but it works great for me, and I hate it so much when I forget my clip.
I just checked my bag (Ron needed me for something so I was up anyway) and I have a spare hairbrush, but I didn't have a clip so I put a spare in there. I will just need to change my shoes from work boots to sandals (!) when I get home tomorrow, take out my bag, put Biscuit's towel (he has one he sleeps on, in my bed) in the carrier and then catch Biscuit. Put down all the good foods for the other cats. Take him out to the car (Dad's going to love that) and take him to the vet.
I don't plan to take my charger, my phone ought to be good for 2 days. I will only be gone about 24 hours.
But a couple of themes kept coming up from the parental side:
1. I am working very hard (they said)
2. I need a break (again them)
3. It is very important for me to take time off.
I think Ron will be OK. 90% odds he does not have a problem, those are pretty good odds. I don't ask them for anything so they want to do something nice for me. I will be agreeable. Ron will either hurt himself or not. I can't wrap him in cotton.
I did set him up with some things he might need, some spaghettios, a Hormel Compleat all within easy reach. Kraton next to his bed so he can take it as needed. He has today's takeout in the fridge. I will make him a couple of lemonades too.
Overall I think he will be OK. Yay, it finally stopped raining.
I read something that upset me, I am going to verify there is not ANOTHER hurricane headed for Houston.
"Tropical disturbance, scattered rain" I am not too worried about that. But we are under a little cell right now that won't quit. At least it is not raining over near my Dad.
I need to go to bed early tonight - Ron was worried about tomorrow, I had to clarify when I was leaving, what I was doing, how I could help him. Oh, it reeks. Someone just farted in here and it wasn't me. How can such a nice cat have such an evil smell? Cat farts should smell like hyacinths.
I'm going to go for now.
I got up and got ready, did most of the house things. Ron wanted to empty a urinal at the last minute and wheew. I put some bleach in the bowl after I flushed and used some Febreeze, that did a good job.
I did not have time to sweep and mop, I wanted to do the housework before the shower and realized I was out of time. I did get my hair washed and legs shaved.
I got dressed. The cats couldn't understand why I wasn't feeding them. And they ran off the minute my adoptive Mom appeared. All except Spotty and Mama cat, faithful friends. Mom got a lot of photos of Mama cat and loved her to pieces. If things were different I could have easily found a home for Mama.
All the cats came out as I began feeding, some, like Biscuit, just to peek around the corner but everyone made an appearance. She got a lot of pictures, I may put some up when she publishes them.
We went to church, and then out to lunch. We had a pretty good lunch. Dad had to take a phone call during lunch but we carried on without him. I let him know it was OK and I didn't rush him. He clearly felt awful about it. Family emergency.
We finished up and they brought me home, then left. Ron asked me to make the trips for tomorrow and I did, then I laid down a little.
BUT I had a six pack of Mountain Dew, and Excedrin when I got up (the headache just would not die until I got a Mountain Dew and some Excedrin in there). I didn't really sleep but I did rest for a while, then got up.
I had a nice piece of pecan pie at lunch so I am considering that my birthday cake. It began raining pretty hard about the time I got up, I am glad Dad is back at my aunt's house.
It will be interesting to see what they "let" us do at work tomorrow. We made the trip to go, and a ride home just in case. Dad was having trouble with the trunk on the rental. Ron of course needs a trunk for the wheelchair so, worst case, we can take paratransit home and they can meet us at the house vs picking us up at work like we normally do.
We got Ron a "plate" at the BBQ place so he has plenty to eat tomorrow. I finished packing my bag for tomorrow so I am pretty much ready to go. I need to put my hairbrush in there but that is it.
I only have the one hairbrush, I should probably have a second, travel, hair brush. I also need to check and make sure I have my hair clip. I can't stand washing my hair with it down after I finish, in the shower. I prefer to wash and condition, clip it up on top of my head, and then take it down when I get out. It just works better for me. I forget how I started but it works great for me, and I hate it so much when I forget my clip.
I just checked my bag (Ron needed me for something so I was up anyway) and I have a spare hairbrush, but I didn't have a clip so I put a spare in there. I will just need to change my shoes from work boots to sandals (!) when I get home tomorrow, take out my bag, put Biscuit's towel (he has one he sleeps on, in my bed) in the carrier and then catch Biscuit. Put down all the good foods for the other cats. Take him out to the car (Dad's going to love that) and take him to the vet.
I don't plan to take my charger, my phone ought to be good for 2 days. I will only be gone about 24 hours.
But a couple of themes kept coming up from the parental side:
1. I am working very hard (they said)
2. I need a break (again them)
3. It is very important for me to take time off.
I think Ron will be OK. 90% odds he does not have a problem, those are pretty good odds. I don't ask them for anything so they want to do something nice for me. I will be agreeable. Ron will either hurt himself or not. I can't wrap him in cotton.
I did set him up with some things he might need, some spaghettios, a Hormel Compleat all within easy reach. Kraton next to his bed so he can take it as needed. He has today's takeout in the fridge. I will make him a couple of lemonades too.
Overall I think he will be OK. Yay, it finally stopped raining.
I read something that upset me, I am going to verify there is not ANOTHER hurricane headed for Houston.
"Tropical disturbance, scattered rain" I am not too worried about that. But we are under a little cell right now that won't quit. At least it is not raining over near my Dad.
I need to go to bed early tonight - Ron was worried about tomorrow, I had to clarify when I was leaving, what I was doing, how I could help him. Oh, it reeks. Someone just farted in here and it wasn't me. How can such a nice cat have such an evil smell? Cat farts should smell like hyacinths.
I'm going to go for now.
Sunday morning
Horrible migraine all yesterday. I have some theories about what caused it but I basically have to eat plain rice for the week leading up to my cycle because ANYTHING will trip a migraine.
Done bitching.
So I went to bed early (well, 9, which is early for most but not me). I had the headache most of the night, woke up with it ON MY BIRTHDAY. Unfortunately reminded me of one birthday when Ron threw me out at night, made me wander the streets (Isn't it telling I at no point called my family in this), literally had to beg to come back, all the stress tripped a migraine so I had been kicked out and gotten a migraine on my birthday, really just the most HORRIBLE birthday memory ever. Then Ron took me out to dinner and wondered why I was droopy. SMH.
So I had to put that back in the box, took some Excedrin which praise God did do the trick. I cleaned the litter boxes. That took a while and I need more litter now. I forget I go through about 40 pounds a week now. Not used to that.
I did not clean the box yesterday and it looked like it but it wasn't awful. I don't plan to make a habit of skipping unless I am truly ill like yesterday. Got all that done. Ron woke up, finally put some clothes on.
I need to sweep and then I'm going to take a shower = ready. Then my parents are coming. Dad will wait outside (he is not a fan of cats) and Mom will come in, get some photos hopefully. I haven't fed them yet so they should hang around for that at least.
Ron wants to know when they're coming.. I don't know. I thought I was getting a text with a time but nothing yet? I told Ron they will probably text on their way over.
I thought of something the other day: a food log for the cats. I would write down everytime we fed them. What do you think? It would give me an idea how much they are inputting right now so I can regulate it. Right now they yell and I feed them (usually). That's not good.
I don't want anyone getting sick and Biscuit at the least has got to lose some weight.
Back to my parents, I still have plenty of time so not worried. Ron had some vodka but not much, he respects my parents (Dad especially) and does not want to embarrass himself. He is not in any pain today and no ill effects.
He is taking a nap but I will offer him some Kratom when he gets up. I don't want a repeat of yesterday on my birthday.
Lots of gossip about work, some saying we (the plant) might be back in operation in a week or so. That would be great; one thing I have learned out of this we need to build up our savings, stop eating out and put that into savings. I will also talk to Ron about the vodka. At the very least he could do one bottle cheap, one bottle pricey. It would cut the bill and he would still be getting drunk.
I need to go, they are coming in an hour.
Done bitching.
So I went to bed early (well, 9, which is early for most but not me). I had the headache most of the night, woke up with it ON MY BIRTHDAY. Unfortunately reminded me of one birthday when Ron threw me out at night, made me wander the streets (Isn't it telling I at no point called my family in this), literally had to beg to come back, all the stress tripped a migraine so I had been kicked out and gotten a migraine on my birthday, really just the most HORRIBLE birthday memory ever. Then Ron took me out to dinner and wondered why I was droopy. SMH.
So I had to put that back in the box, took some Excedrin which praise God did do the trick. I cleaned the litter boxes. That took a while and I need more litter now. I forget I go through about 40 pounds a week now. Not used to that.
I did not clean the box yesterday and it looked like it but it wasn't awful. I don't plan to make a habit of skipping unless I am truly ill like yesterday. Got all that done. Ron woke up, finally put some clothes on.
I need to sweep and then I'm going to take a shower = ready. Then my parents are coming. Dad will wait outside (he is not a fan of cats) and Mom will come in, get some photos hopefully. I haven't fed them yet so they should hang around for that at least.
Ron wants to know when they're coming.. I don't know. I thought I was getting a text with a time but nothing yet? I told Ron they will probably text on their way over.
I thought of something the other day: a food log for the cats. I would write down everytime we fed them. What do you think? It would give me an idea how much they are inputting right now so I can regulate it. Right now they yell and I feed them (usually). That's not good.
I don't want anyone getting sick and Biscuit at the least has got to lose some weight.
Back to my parents, I still have plenty of time so not worried. Ron had some vodka but not much, he respects my parents (Dad especially) and does not want to embarrass himself. He is not in any pain today and no ill effects.
He is taking a nap but I will offer him some Kratom when he gets up. I don't want a repeat of yesterday on my birthday.
Lots of gossip about work, some saying we (the plant) might be back in operation in a week or so. That would be great; one thing I have learned out of this we need to build up our savings, stop eating out and put that into savings. I will also talk to Ron about the vodka. At the very least he could do one bottle cheap, one bottle pricey. It would cut the bill and he would still be getting drunk.
I need to go, they are coming in an hour.
Saturday, September 21, 2019
Well, he's still alive
Got up on his own and went to the kitchen. I stripped the bed while he was gone, lint brushed the sheets, and put them on soak. Then I washed Ron down with a cloth and bucket as he sat in his wheelchair (thank you for the suggestion). He will have to get some parts on his own but the bulk of his body is clean. Including his feet. It's not perfect but it's a lot better and the water was significantly changed when I finished. I can't do anything about his hair but mostly clean Ron + clean bed = win. All this done with about half a migraine. I still have zero appetite but I did eat a few pretzels. The sheets even match.
Ron doesn't want to go out tomorrow which is actually a big load off of me, "is he clean?" "Is he sober?" "Will he behave?" "is he about to fall?!"
I can pop him in a wheelchair to "visit" before we go, then pop him into bed. Just now I was getting him back to bed. He had been treating the cats and sure enough Cleo goes right up to him for petting and treats. I feel envious.
Anyway, he put his hand on the sheet, screamed, and pulled it back. "What?" "It's clean!"
He got up, swaying from side to side. "I'm OK". I helped him anyway.
Then I told him once he told me he was fine just before he fell on the floor so I don't trust him anymore. He laughed.
I did not have the juice to sweep and mop in addition to the Roncare so I did Ron. I will get up early and mop.
This is me, choosing my battles.
Ron doesn't want to go out tomorrow which is actually a big load off of me, "is he clean?" "Is he sober?" "Will he behave?" "is he about to fall?!"
I can pop him in a wheelchair to "visit" before we go, then pop him into bed. Just now I was getting him back to bed. He had been treating the cats and sure enough Cleo goes right up to him for petting and treats. I feel envious.
Anyway, he put his hand on the sheet, screamed, and pulled it back. "What?" "It's clean!"
He got up, swaying from side to side. "I'm OK". I helped him anyway.
Then I told him once he told me he was fine just before he fell on the floor so I don't trust him anymore. He laughed.
I did not have the juice to sweep and mop in addition to the Roncare so I did Ron. I will get up early and mop.
This is me, choosing my battles.
I made a terrible threat
As you know, I woke up with a horrible migraine. Nothing quite like heaving over a bucket and just managing to keep it down... pain with every movement. I was quiet, I just told him which has an implied request for him to be quiet.
I laid down with the most wonderful cat ever, Biscuit. He laid on me purring and ministering to me in his way. I know I am not supposed to have favorites...but he is my Golden Kitty, so expensive at times but worth every penny.
I got up, got on the computer. Got off the computer due to glare. Finally starting to feel a little human and Ron starts up with the moaning and groaning, his back. He has such dramatics it is hard for me to take him seriously, especially as I witnessed him moving around just fine. I offered him some Kratom (last time he went through this it took a couple handfuls of kratom to get him to a good place), he took a minimal amount and went after the pain pills.
I am not sure how many he took, he wouldn't tell me. I saw him take 4. I kept telling him there is a limit on how much he could take, if he wanted "extra" I could get him some Kratom but he kept refusing.
Now if he overdoses that will be another notch in the Kratom-haters belt - "He died after taking Kratom!" And this is how it goes, how it has probably gone in EVERY instance.
But I will get off my soap box. He wanted the new bottle of pills, the one I just got him days ago. I told him I wouldn't help him take more - and I hope things like this do count for me when he does kill himself. He rolled over easily and began rummaging in his dresser. If I tried that during my migraine I would vomit or pass out from the pain. So, again, I have to doubt him.
I finally snapped and asked him if he was trying to kill himself. He was splitting his attention between his cat, Baby Girl, and finding the pills. He snapped back at me.
"If you do kill yourself" I told him as he petted Baby Girl "I'm giving her to the shelter. They will put her in a cage all by herself with the dogs". Ron was stricken and kept telling her how much he loved her, as he put the bottle away.
Ron used that one on me years ago, said he would have Frosty (white cat) put down if I killed myself. Ron would be more upset if I gave her to the shelter.
So I did get him to stop with the pill popping. He says his back is feeling better. I told him I would check in him "to see if you are still breathing". He laughed. I think the danger period would be up until around 4.. I don't think he overdosed but I believe he took the maximum. I saw him take 4 pills I know of and the daily limit is about twice that. But I will never tell him that.
I think sometimes he does want to kill himself, that the damage was just too severe for him to ever recover. If he does the guy who ran over him had better not come to the funeral. And I am not doing an obituary because it is no one's business but mine.
And my headache came back, to some degree. Just proves the fact stress can do that.
Now I need to get my shit together - probably a good time to check on him. Still breathing, Baby Girl with him. It is still pretty early so I think I will check in on him every 15 minutes or so - and I know someone out there is saying "Just let him die". Legally I can't do that and morally either.
This must be how a junkie's loved ones feel, wondering if they are going to find them dead with a needle in their arm. That would be great if he could use our vacation from work to get his shit together.
Anyway, getting sensitive to smells again. I don't need this!
I think I will watch some TV for a while and then clean the floor. Pick up - I got all the wrappers from Ron's room, the floor is disgusting but I did get the trash.
I am guessing this puts Ron out for going to church tomorrow, I will put him in his wheelchair in the house, not in his room, which is ick - so he can talk to my parents tomorrow, put him back in bed, and then go do things with them.
They want to take me to church. I am fine with that but it is the pastor who thinks I don't need mental illness medication. I will make sure to note if he says something tomorrow - my BIRTHDAY - about it.
It is sunny out so looks to be nice weather for their visit when they land sometime today. My aunt is taking care of them, she is a very good hostess. She had a lot of people over for my wedding and made it look effortless. 5 guests plus herself and her husband. Plus my sister and her 2 kids staying in the hotel - oh, if only I had known.
So many things I'd have run from!
I laid down with the most wonderful cat ever, Biscuit. He laid on me purring and ministering to me in his way. I know I am not supposed to have favorites...but he is my Golden Kitty, so expensive at times but worth every penny.
I got up, got on the computer. Got off the computer due to glare. Finally starting to feel a little human and Ron starts up with the moaning and groaning, his back. He has such dramatics it is hard for me to take him seriously, especially as I witnessed him moving around just fine. I offered him some Kratom (last time he went through this it took a couple handfuls of kratom to get him to a good place), he took a minimal amount and went after the pain pills.
I am not sure how many he took, he wouldn't tell me. I saw him take 4. I kept telling him there is a limit on how much he could take, if he wanted "extra" I could get him some Kratom but he kept refusing.
Now if he overdoses that will be another notch in the Kratom-haters belt - "He died after taking Kratom!" And this is how it goes, how it has probably gone in EVERY instance.
But I will get off my soap box. He wanted the new bottle of pills, the one I just got him days ago. I told him I wouldn't help him take more - and I hope things like this do count for me when he does kill himself. He rolled over easily and began rummaging in his dresser. If I tried that during my migraine I would vomit or pass out from the pain. So, again, I have to doubt him.
I finally snapped and asked him if he was trying to kill himself. He was splitting his attention between his cat, Baby Girl, and finding the pills. He snapped back at me.
"If you do kill yourself" I told him as he petted Baby Girl "I'm giving her to the shelter. They will put her in a cage all by herself with the dogs". Ron was stricken and kept telling her how much he loved her, as he put the bottle away.
Ron used that one on me years ago, said he would have Frosty (white cat) put down if I killed myself. Ron would be more upset if I gave her to the shelter.
So I did get him to stop with the pill popping. He says his back is feeling better. I told him I would check in him "to see if you are still breathing". He laughed. I think the danger period would be up until around 4.. I don't think he overdosed but I believe he took the maximum. I saw him take 4 pills I know of and the daily limit is about twice that. But I will never tell him that.
I think sometimes he does want to kill himself, that the damage was just too severe for him to ever recover. If he does the guy who ran over him had better not come to the funeral. And I am not doing an obituary because it is no one's business but mine.
And my headache came back, to some degree. Just proves the fact stress can do that.
Now I need to get my shit together - probably a good time to check on him. Still breathing, Baby Girl with him. It is still pretty early so I think I will check in on him every 15 minutes or so - and I know someone out there is saying "Just let him die". Legally I can't do that and morally either.
This must be how a junkie's loved ones feel, wondering if they are going to find them dead with a needle in their arm. That would be great if he could use our vacation from work to get his shit together.
Anyway, getting sensitive to smells again. I don't need this!
I think I will watch some TV for a while and then clean the floor. Pick up - I got all the wrappers from Ron's room, the floor is disgusting but I did get the trash.
I am guessing this puts Ron out for going to church tomorrow, I will put him in his wheelchair in the house, not in his room, which is ick - so he can talk to my parents tomorrow, put him back in bed, and then go do things with them.
They want to take me to church. I am fine with that but it is the pastor who thinks I don't need mental illness medication. I will make sure to note if he says something tomorrow - my BIRTHDAY - about it.
It is sunny out so looks to be nice weather for their visit when they land sometime today. My aunt is taking care of them, she is a very good hostess. She had a lot of people over for my wedding and made it look effortless. 5 guests plus herself and her husband. Plus my sister and her 2 kids staying in the hotel - oh, if only I had known.
So many things I'd have run from!
Saturday morning
I am feeling sorry for myself but not about money.
1. Woke up with another migraine. That really intensely sucked but I didn't puke. I seem to be better now around 11 AM so I can still do things carefully.
2. Cleo is getting very bonded to Ron "Treat man" "She lets me pet her all over". I'm the one that fed her all those days out on the porch, rescued her, spayed her, got her in the house, took her in for her checkup, etc. But she runs from me. To Ron. Hard not to feel hurt.
Answer: we are going back to me standing over the bowl while they eat and petting her while she eats. She loves to eat and that will motivate her to overcome her fear. I tried the "let her set the tone" approach and it is not working, we have gone backward.
That's it for feeling sorry for myself. Ron does not want a bath today so he will just meet my parents like that. If they say anything (very doubtful) they will be told the truth. I don't think it is very respectful of him.
I have given up on trying to get him up to standards, if he ends up in the ER one day and they ask I will tell them the truth and point them here.
Well that was nice, I checked my email and got a "Your stay is coming up" email from my motel. I have always been happy with the hotel, which can be described as "basic". I don't need anything fancy. Since I am staying during the school year it should be pretty quiet. I like to go in September. You may remember I went for a couple days by myself back in 2011. I had a very good time, took the bus home - to downtown Houston and then to the local bus and took that home. It worked pretty well.
I like the hotel is close to grocery stores, etc. It was easy to run out and get a snack or some drinks. My place didn't exactly have a mini bar. I am looking forward to it.
I hope Ron doesn't do anything stupid but I am not going to bind myself to a tight leash just because he might do something stupid.
Example: this morning I had a migraine. He could do whatever he wanted as long as he was quiet - and he was, mostly, until the end. As near as I can tell he drank a lot, left the lid off the treats again (!), gave the cats a lot of treats I presume, then got himself back to bed - somehow. I heard him, it sounded ugly, but he got it. At least I found him in bed when I got up.
My headache is coming back, I am going to take a break from the glare.
1. Woke up with another migraine. That really intensely sucked but I didn't puke. I seem to be better now around 11 AM so I can still do things carefully.
2. Cleo is getting very bonded to Ron "Treat man" "She lets me pet her all over". I'm the one that fed her all those days out on the porch, rescued her, spayed her, got her in the house, took her in for her checkup, etc. But she runs from me. To Ron. Hard not to feel hurt.
Answer: we are going back to me standing over the bowl while they eat and petting her while she eats. She loves to eat and that will motivate her to overcome her fear. I tried the "let her set the tone" approach and it is not working, we have gone backward.
That's it for feeling sorry for myself. Ron does not want a bath today so he will just meet my parents like that. If they say anything (very doubtful) they will be told the truth. I don't think it is very respectful of him.
I have given up on trying to get him up to standards, if he ends up in the ER one day and they ask I will tell them the truth and point them here.
Well that was nice, I checked my email and got a "Your stay is coming up" email from my motel. I have always been happy with the hotel, which can be described as "basic". I don't need anything fancy. Since I am staying during the school year it should be pretty quiet. I like to go in September. You may remember I went for a couple days by myself back in 2011. I had a very good time, took the bus home - to downtown Houston and then to the local bus and took that home. It worked pretty well.
I like the hotel is close to grocery stores, etc. It was easy to run out and get a snack or some drinks. My place didn't exactly have a mini bar. I am looking forward to it.
I hope Ron doesn't do anything stupid but I am not going to bind myself to a tight leash just because he might do something stupid.
Example: this morning I had a migraine. He could do whatever he wanted as long as he was quiet - and he was, mostly, until the end. As near as I can tell he drank a lot, left the lid off the treats again (!), gave the cats a lot of treats I presume, then got himself back to bed - somehow. I heard him, it sounded ugly, but he got it. At least I found him in bed when I got up.
My headache is coming back, I am going to take a break from the glare.
Friday, September 20, 2019
A photo and a video blog
A special treat: an image of two kittens on their condo.
And a video blog:
LOoks like turning it sideways didn't work after all.
And a video blog:
Stingy mode
I'm glad I didn't order that chair, or a big Chewy order.
I did find that Walmart carries the Meow Mix basted bites the cats enjoy mixed in their Royal Canin. I did order that for delivery today because that will be used quickly.
But I am going into stingy mode. It has been several years, ironically, since the remodel that caused the destruction, since I have had to do it.
But I can live pretty cheap. I have plenty of rice, lentils, seasoning. I have plenty of TV dinners for Ron. I can do interesting things with a pound of hamburger. And I will certainly have time to cook.
Ron was moping and I told him I could absolutely do homecare for someone else. Laundry, litter box, etc. Recently (before all this) I told him I could probably have a thriving business just going around cleaning litter boxes. People love kitty meow meow but not so much the mess.
It's a challenge and I am up for it, but, as one reader pointed out, Ron's going to get really bad with the drinking, laying around in bed all day worried about money. But alcohol costs money and I am hoping he will curtail just for that.
He will do much better if he goes to the McCormick, it has a vile taste he says and is far cheaper than the name brand vodka he uses now.
I told him I would take a pay cut, we will have to do that. But, again, I can live pretty cheap. I have cat food and litter, the means to get more, so not too worried there. And I am hopeful they will make the repairs quickly and we will go back to normal. Our medication is cheap so no worries on that.
I am just frustrated that someone's incompetence led to all this.
I did find that Walmart carries the Meow Mix basted bites the cats enjoy mixed in their Royal Canin. I did order that for delivery today because that will be used quickly.
But I am going into stingy mode. It has been several years, ironically, since the remodel that caused the destruction, since I have had to do it.
But I can live pretty cheap. I have plenty of rice, lentils, seasoning. I have plenty of TV dinners for Ron. I can do interesting things with a pound of hamburger. And I will certainly have time to cook.
Ron was moping and I told him I could absolutely do homecare for someone else. Laundry, litter box, etc. Recently (before all this) I told him I could probably have a thriving business just going around cleaning litter boxes. People love kitty meow meow but not so much the mess.
It's a challenge and I am up for it, but, as one reader pointed out, Ron's going to get really bad with the drinking, laying around in bed all day worried about money. But alcohol costs money and I am hoping he will curtail just for that.
He will do much better if he goes to the McCormick, it has a vile taste he says and is far cheaper than the name brand vodka he uses now.
I told him I would take a pay cut, we will have to do that. But, again, I can live pretty cheap. I have cat food and litter, the means to get more, so not too worried there. And I am hopeful they will make the repairs quickly and we will go back to normal. Our medication is cheap so no worries on that.
I am just frustrated that someone's incompetence led to all this.
The verdict on work
They are closing down the plant for an undetermined period of time.
They will have a minimal staff (probably 2 dozen or so). We need hundreds of customers to keep the vending business going.
So it is not a problem when they say they only want us there once a week.
I told Ron this, he accepted it. Then he called someone who riled him up "You need to talk to them! That's not logical! You need to tell them how it's done!" basically.
You can imagine how well that would go over right about now. The last thing they want is a vendor complaining and telling them what to do. We serve at their pleasure, they can get rid of us.
And it would be really stupid to agitate. I am hoping we will see a lot of traffic from the construction workers.
But for the short term I will only be allowed to work one day a week. That is going to be strange for me as I am used to putting in a good day's work at least 3-4 times a week.
For the short term, I will just focus on stocking Monday.
They will have a minimal staff (probably 2 dozen or so). We need hundreds of customers to keep the vending business going.
So it is not a problem when they say they only want us there once a week.
I told Ron this, he accepted it. Then he called someone who riled him up "You need to talk to them! That's not logical! You need to tell them how it's done!" basically.
You can imagine how well that would go over right about now. The last thing they want is a vendor complaining and telling them what to do. We serve at their pleasure, they can get rid of us.
And it would be really stupid to agitate. I am hoping we will see a lot of traffic from the construction workers.
But for the short term I will only be allowed to work one day a week. That is going to be strange for me as I am used to putting in a good day's work at least 3-4 times a week.
For the short term, I will just focus on stocking Monday.
I feel like a bad mother
Torbie lost some fur on her neck from the Bravecto. I will clarify here she is very old and it is not really a surprise she had a reaction.
But the vet told me to put cortisone on it. I don't have any and getting out would be problematic. I will likely get a delivery tomorrow.
I am also still waiting to hear if we will even be able to get into work tomorrow, apparently a third of the building came down (not in our area) so it's going to be a cluster for quite a while.
NO idea how this will affect our income so I plan to be stingy spending for the short term.
Walmart had a spot for today, I took it. Ron was stricken when I told him about Torbie. Between us, she is old, I am not surprised her system misfires. She is not suffering which is the important mark for me.
I got some cup of noodles (LOL) I like them and they are a super cheap meal. I also got a bigger bag of the Meow Mix they like mixed with their Royal Canin. I have a giant bag of the RC.
That will also save me a Chewy order this pay period, although I need to get Spotty some more crinkle balls. He loves those to play with. I need to get him more, they are the foil looking crinkle balls.
I will put them on his list. He lost his while I was typing, I will hunt around for it.
I did keep the Walmart delivery down pretty low AND they can come today. So that is awesome. I will be up anyway because I have to stay up for the phone call about us coming in the building. It wouldn't be very professional to take a nap during that time. So I will stay up.
I have a couple diet sodas in me so I should stay up. Should hear something in an hour or two.
And the internet is down. Not a surprise with the flooding - we just got some pretty significant rain in our area but it is tapering off. It's back.
Interesting the computer stayed on when the modem when down. I will go watch TV for a while.
But the vet told me to put cortisone on it. I don't have any and getting out would be problematic. I will likely get a delivery tomorrow.
I am also still waiting to hear if we will even be able to get into work tomorrow, apparently a third of the building came down (not in our area) so it's going to be a cluster for quite a while.
NO idea how this will affect our income so I plan to be stingy spending for the short term.
Walmart had a spot for today, I took it. Ron was stricken when I told him about Torbie. Between us, she is old, I am not surprised her system misfires. She is not suffering which is the important mark for me.
I got some cup of noodles (LOL) I like them and they are a super cheap meal. I also got a bigger bag of the Meow Mix they like mixed with their Royal Canin. I have a giant bag of the RC.
That will also save me a Chewy order this pay period, although I need to get Spotty some more crinkle balls. He loves those to play with. I need to get him more, they are the foil looking crinkle balls.
I will put them on his list. He lost his while I was typing, I will hunt around for it.
I did keep the Walmart delivery down pretty low AND they can come today. So that is awesome. I will be up anyway because I have to stay up for the phone call about us coming in the building. It wouldn't be very professional to take a nap during that time. So I will stay up.
I have a couple diet sodas in me so I should stay up. Should hear something in an hour or two.
And the internet is down. Not a surprise with the flooding - we just got some pretty significant rain in our area but it is tapering off. It's back.
Interesting the computer stayed on when the modem when down. I will go watch TV for a while.
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Not cleanly done
I was having a pretty good day. Not great for a lot of Houston but a pretty good one considering half of work fell in the parking lot, our income is dubious, we have "mad" bills, etc.
Ron decided to get up and do some drinking. He got out the treats. These treats come in a big jar with a screw on lid.
He gave the cats some treats, the jar was open, later on I got some treats for Cleo and her family. He wanted me to narrate "Live PD" reruns for him which I didn't mind doing for a little bit. I even demonstrated a clothesline for him, and his upper chest was wet with sweat and drool. Disgusting but I didn't say anything.
A while later I went into the bedroom and Ron starts screaming for me. He can't find the lid; it must be my fault.
I told him I did nothing with it but I will help him look, his response is so savage and profane I walk away. He continues running me down, cursing me, etc.
I continue to tell him I never touched the lid, he responds ugly.
Finally calms down a little, demands I "right my wrong" to to speak and find the lid for him. I was clear I would happily help him search IF he could be civil and end the name calling. He curses me out.
"Look under your leg" I tell him and walk away. We use canisters at work and he is always putting the lid under his thigh in the wheelchair. He looked, found it, stopped in mid-curse.
Apologized but not in a clean way. "I'm sorry I called you a stupid fucking bitch, I just thought, my gawd what is wrong with her how could she be so stupid..."
Not cleanly done. Just another opportunity for abuse.
So I didn't forgive him.
I did tell him that is not the way to build a marriage, and over something so stupid... we had an extra container, he could have just taken the lid off of that.
Ron decided to get up and do some drinking. He got out the treats. These treats come in a big jar with a screw on lid.
He gave the cats some treats, the jar was open, later on I got some treats for Cleo and her family. He wanted me to narrate "Live PD" reruns for him which I didn't mind doing for a little bit. I even demonstrated a clothesline for him, and his upper chest was wet with sweat and drool. Disgusting but I didn't say anything.
A while later I went into the bedroom and Ron starts screaming for me. He can't find the lid; it must be my fault.
I told him I did nothing with it but I will help him look, his response is so savage and profane I walk away. He continues running me down, cursing me, etc.
I continue to tell him I never touched the lid, he responds ugly.
Finally calms down a little, demands I "right my wrong" to to speak and find the lid for him. I was clear I would happily help him search IF he could be civil and end the name calling. He curses me out.
"Look under your leg" I tell him and walk away. We use canisters at work and he is always putting the lid under his thigh in the wheelchair. He looked, found it, stopped in mid-curse.
Apologized but not in a clean way. "I'm sorry I called you a stupid fucking bitch, I just thought, my gawd what is wrong with her how could she be so stupid..."
Not cleanly done. Just another opportunity for abuse.
So I didn't forgive him.
I did tell him that is not the way to build a marriage, and over something so stupid... we had an extra container, he could have just taken the lid off of that.
Some excitement at work
https://www.chron.com/news/houston-texas/houston/article/HFD-Post-office-building-collapses-Harris-County-14452749.php#photo-18290410
Not in our area and doesn't affect any vending machines to my knowledge.
The other vendor is going to make some money off the construction crew who will come in to fix this.
Our contact told us to stay home tomorrow. "They will not let you in".
I think we are in for a very interesting couple of months.
Not in our area and doesn't affect any vending machines to my knowledge.
The other vendor is going to make some money off the construction crew who will come in to fix this.
Our contact told us to stay home tomorrow. "They will not let you in".
I think we are in for a very interesting couple of months.
Tropical Storm update
Parts of Houston are flooding and paratransit shut down, also buses. Glad we are at home.
Ron is eating some snacks and listening to TV. I propped the door to the garage (garage door to outside is down) for he cats to play out there. They are having a lot of fun. We are having light to moderate rain at my house so nothing to worry about, our systems are equipped for this.
Ron is eating some snacks and listening to TV. I propped the door to the garage (garage door to outside is down) for he cats to play out there. They are having a lot of fun. We are having light to moderate rain at my house so nothing to worry about, our systems are equipped for this.
Thursday morning
I slept pretty well and got up at 7.
Ron was up, drinking. He is in bed right now eating a TV dinner. I try to feed him but he gets a lot of calories from the vodka.
He is doing a good job eating the Sailsbury steak tv dinner. The Banquet dinners are good for him because they have about 300-400 calories, a good amount, but not so much he is bloated or can't finish.
I asked him if he would like a bath, we will see if I can get him in the tub. I managed to get a good flush out of the toilet today, when I needed it. The cats got out in the garage (OK, the door is down and it's mild out) and are having a lot of fun playing there.
I have a tiny bit of a headache but not too bad. I just need to figure out what sort of cleaning things (like Ron!) I need to do before my parents arrive this weekend. I also want to have some fun.
About the only big problem: it turns out Biscuit likes the Salmon dinner canned food. I was hoping he would avoid it as he hated the Fancy Feast salmon, I had so much I had to donate it. But it is pretty easy to keep him out of it.
I am pretty caught up on laundry; if I get Ron in the tub I will wash and change his sheets. I had better finish up, starting to get some rain.
So I will relax and do some cleaning today. I plan to do my big push cleaning on Saturday night. They come to pick me up Sunday morning.
Dad wants to go to "my" church where they don't believe in mental illness meds, after that we go out to lunch and that will be fun. Hopefully a few of the cats will come out for my stepmother (and more thunder).
Looks like that system is here.
Oh, one other thing, Torbie lost the fur on the back of her neck from the Bravecto flea treatment. So much for using that on her! She seems fine and has a good appetite, begging for treats from Ron, so I am not worried.
I will just have to start using something else on them.
Ron was up, drinking. He is in bed right now eating a TV dinner. I try to feed him but he gets a lot of calories from the vodka.
He is doing a good job eating the Sailsbury steak tv dinner. The Banquet dinners are good for him because they have about 300-400 calories, a good amount, but not so much he is bloated or can't finish.
I asked him if he would like a bath, we will see if I can get him in the tub. I managed to get a good flush out of the toilet today, when I needed it. The cats got out in the garage (OK, the door is down and it's mild out) and are having a lot of fun playing there.
I have a tiny bit of a headache but not too bad. I just need to figure out what sort of cleaning things (like Ron!) I need to do before my parents arrive this weekend. I also want to have some fun.
About the only big problem: it turns out Biscuit likes the Salmon dinner canned food. I was hoping he would avoid it as he hated the Fancy Feast salmon, I had so much I had to donate it. But it is pretty easy to keep him out of it.
I am pretty caught up on laundry; if I get Ron in the tub I will wash and change his sheets. I had better finish up, starting to get some rain.
So I will relax and do some cleaning today. I plan to do my big push cleaning on Saturday night. They come to pick me up Sunday morning.
Dad wants to go to "my" church where they don't believe in mental illness meds, after that we go out to lunch and that will be fun. Hopefully a few of the cats will come out for my stepmother (and more thunder).
Looks like that system is here.
Oh, one other thing, Torbie lost the fur on the back of her neck from the Bravecto flea treatment. So much for using that on her! She seems fine and has a good appetite, begging for treats from Ron, so I am not worried.
I will just have to start using something else on them.
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Wednesday night
Last week Ron asked me to buy him some lemon cakes. They are two bite sized tea cakes with icing. Very good and tasty. Ron literally ate two and was done... and the package had dozens. I am glad they are gone now.
Every time I see the video pic from today I see my belly and that's where they went! No regrets but I won't buy them again. They also give me headaches but not awful.
I am drinking some orange juice after a caffeine drink trying to eliminate them. Biscuit is lying by my foot.
I fed some Special Blend (Half Meow Mix Basted tuna and chicken, half Royal Canin Adult formula) to the cats, everyone liked that except Biscuit which is good. He has his dry which is apparently very tasty to him. Thank God.
I remember poor old Mr Gray and how much he hated his Science Diet back in the 90's. He literally died because we could not find a good food for him back then.
But now cats with FLUTD have Royal Canin, wet food, even special treats which he also loves (they are going in his "go bag" when we overnight at the vet next week). He seems very happy overall. I am glad I have served him well.
I need to clean the boxes but not sure how many, Ron wants to "help" (eek) so that may be interesting. I may make a video for that.
I will not do the computer room boxes as they are too dense. Plus he is pretty comfortable in bed with his cat. He didn't help, I did them all.
On a totally unrelated note, I need to think about dinner. I had a pretty good nap today and my headache is finally gone after 2 glasses of orange juice. I asked Ron and he is a pulp man. That is good to know. I remember he liked all the same foods I did, when we were dating. No mushrooms or olives on a pizza.
I am going to go ahead and do the boxes...they reek. And Ron and I had a discussion about air freshener sprays. He detests them. I like them at times, especially when I have a "loud" litter box.
That's what my ignorant drivers say, they don't know "strong" is the adjective to use with a scent, "loud" is for sounds. They just call it all "loud". Which could be confusing. "It is so loud in here!" The smell, or the sound?
Off to scoop. That's done. I"m the champ!
Spotty peed in the box right after I finished. Happily, IN.
Ron is doing his whole "Occupy: Kitchen" thing where he sits in the wheelchair drinking. I find it tedious, he used to just take a couple of chugs off the bottle and go back to bed, now it has to be a whole experience listening to the radio on headphones and lingering over the bottle.
That wouldn't be a problem but we have a tiny kitchen (about 40 square feet) and there is no room for me in the kitchen when he is in his wheelchair. We did not think about Ron back in the wheelchair when we were looking at the house. So I either have to kick him out or wait for him to finish.
I need to eat so I can take my pills, I had planned to use my hot water kettle and make some cup of noodles. "Roast" chicken flavor. As opposed to just plain chicken. Maybe there is a difference.
I will kick him out for a few minutes and then he can go back after I get my dinner out. That worked pretty well and then he decided to go to bed about halfway through my cup of noodles.
He had some trouble getting into bed, I will work on organizing his room tomorrow, he doesn't like me to touch things but he needs clear access. Some things, like his wheelchair and the chair he uses for support, cannot be moved, but other things on the floor can.
I worry (not much) I will come home on Tuesday and find him on the floor injured. I will have a few talks with him about portion control and hope for the best, but I can't live my life on what might happen if he drinks too much.
One memorable time I came home and found him on the floor covered in blood - another time - those pictures are gone - I woke up and found a trail of blood leading from a pool of blood in the kitchen to his bedroom. I heard him snoring so I knew he was OK but that was probably the worst. And he keeps drinking. And that happened when I was home.
I can't protect him from himself but I try.
Every time I see the video pic from today I see my belly and that's where they went! No regrets but I won't buy them again. They also give me headaches but not awful.
I am drinking some orange juice after a caffeine drink trying to eliminate them. Biscuit is lying by my foot.
I fed some Special Blend (Half Meow Mix Basted tuna and chicken, half Royal Canin Adult formula) to the cats, everyone liked that except Biscuit which is good. He has his dry which is apparently very tasty to him. Thank God.
I remember poor old Mr Gray and how much he hated his Science Diet back in the 90's. He literally died because we could not find a good food for him back then.
But now cats with FLUTD have Royal Canin, wet food, even special treats which he also loves (they are going in his "go bag" when we overnight at the vet next week). He seems very happy overall. I am glad I have served him well.
I need to clean the boxes but not sure how many, Ron wants to "help" (eek) so that may be interesting. I may make a video for that.
I will not do the computer room boxes as they are too dense. Plus he is pretty comfortable in bed with his cat. He didn't help, I did them all.
On a totally unrelated note, I need to think about dinner. I had a pretty good nap today and my headache is finally gone after 2 glasses of orange juice. I asked Ron and he is a pulp man. That is good to know. I remember he liked all the same foods I did, when we were dating. No mushrooms or olives on a pizza.
I am going to go ahead and do the boxes...they reek. And Ron and I had a discussion about air freshener sprays. He detests them. I like them at times, especially when I have a "loud" litter box.
That's what my ignorant drivers say, they don't know "strong" is the adjective to use with a scent, "loud" is for sounds. They just call it all "loud". Which could be confusing. "It is so loud in here!" The smell, or the sound?
Off to scoop. That's done. I"m the champ!
Spotty peed in the box right after I finished. Happily, IN.
Ron is doing his whole "Occupy: Kitchen" thing where he sits in the wheelchair drinking. I find it tedious, he used to just take a couple of chugs off the bottle and go back to bed, now it has to be a whole experience listening to the radio on headphones and lingering over the bottle.
That wouldn't be a problem but we have a tiny kitchen (about 40 square feet) and there is no room for me in the kitchen when he is in his wheelchair. We did not think about Ron back in the wheelchair when we were looking at the house. So I either have to kick him out or wait for him to finish.
I need to eat so I can take my pills, I had planned to use my hot water kettle and make some cup of noodles. "Roast" chicken flavor. As opposed to just plain chicken. Maybe there is a difference.
I will kick him out for a few minutes and then he can go back after I get my dinner out. That worked pretty well and then he decided to go to bed about halfway through my cup of noodles.
He had some trouble getting into bed, I will work on organizing his room tomorrow, he doesn't like me to touch things but he needs clear access. Some things, like his wheelchair and the chair he uses for support, cannot be moved, but other things on the floor can.
I worry (not much) I will come home on Tuesday and find him on the floor injured. I will have a few talks with him about portion control and hope for the best, but I can't live my life on what might happen if he drinks too much.
One memorable time I came home and found him on the floor covered in blood - another time - those pictures are gone - I woke up and found a trail of blood leading from a pool of blood in the kitchen to his bedroom. I heard him snoring so I knew he was OK but that was probably the worst. And he keeps drinking. And that happened when I was home.
I can't protect him from himself but I try.
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