So I had my drama with Ron. I went back in the house without shutting the garage door, at one point. Ron was pretty hammered and didn't know Torbie got out.
I chased her around the front yard for a little bit. It was cold and dark. Torbie didn't like it, went up to the front door, and started clawing to get in. I opened it and she darted right in. She can move pretty fast for a fat old lady, but that would be a horrible way to lose her.
But we didn't lose her. I stopped going in, though.
Ron drank himself stupid and I barely got him into bed again. If I had been thinking I would have changed out the bed first and then parked him. But I'm not perfect.
Before all that I was out in the garage with my plug in pumpkin (I am very fond of him) my chair, and a lot of candy. #6 was gone.
The father came home with some kids, and the mother came in a separate car with the rest. When the girl who abused Cleo (I recognized her voice) saw my setup she got very excited and started yelling. I recognized the voice absolutely. I looked at the street and not at the children, trying to decide what I would do it they came over. The mother hissed something in spanish and they went in the house, except for the girl who had to be dragged. About 20 seconds later I heard her crying.
I didn't feel at all bad about that. I would have given her some candy but not the "good" stuff. But I would have.
However her parents are in an odd church. I have gone into some detail on them. They attend church several times a week. They do not celebrate Halloween. They have obnoxious drunken Christmas parties that go all night long. They had church services in their yard late at night with a megaphone and speakers, in the middle of the week, often enough I have begun calling the police whenever I hear them start up again. Just odd.
The guys who fixed my front door (not them) did talk to the homeowner and he said he was a believer and said all the right things to satisfy them on his salvation. However, not a week before that he allowed my house to be robbed, stood there watching them go in and out, carrying things. "I thought they were friends of yours".
One time before that I saw someone carrying a big TV out of #2, I called the police, and they came over later and said "It was the repairman" and the tenant came over personally and thanked me, saying they really appreciated me watching their back. So I know what to do, he didn't.
Most churches that hate Halloween have a policy where they do have a Harvest party or whatever where the kids can dress up, play, and get candy. Because all the other kids get that.
My Dad took me trick or treating every year. He couldn't always make it to my birthday but he was damned sure there for Halloween and Christmas.
I found it interesting, about 5 minutes after that #6 (the man) storms into his pickup and drives off, that was over an hour ago. So not sure what that was or whether the candy had anything to do with it.
I had a pretty unremarkable night except for one very drunk adult neighbor staggered up my driveway with his dog, not in costume, wanted candy so I gave him some. His grandson is apparently the one who said he likes to see cats bleeding. So if you think my home is not in order... I can only imagine his. And he has the care of two children. Tells you a lot about the state of CPS that he got them.
It was pretty cold even in my coat so I wrapped it up around 9:10. I came in, ate a burger, took my mood pills. I don't know why, but for some reason I am not wanting to do the mood pills and the antibiotic/pain pill duo at the same time. It is probably unnecessary but I like to be careful. If nothing else that is a lot of irritant for my poor stomach. I have a hard time with iron pill and lithium, I can only imagine what all that would do.
I am taking ginger root which I find very beneficial. When I finish the antibiotic I have probiotics.
I am going to bed for a while, my alarm will go off in about an hour and a half and then I will take the antibiotic and pain pill, go back to sleep. That worked pretty well last night.
Thursday, October 31, 2019
Just saw the #6 kids
Including the one abusing Cleo, who is now crying because she is not allowed any candy. I guess Cleo got some revenge after all.
Pissed at Ron
Told him I was going out to the driveway to hand out candy. He BEGGED to come. So I got him ready. 5 minutes out he is ugly, complaining, begging for his vodka.
I said it was very sad that was his default. He said he was bored. I said you just made my point. We argued, I took him back in and said he could stay there. I can hear him drinking as I sit in the garage.
In the meantime I wait with my bag of candy.
A short video blog
Not sure if I talk about the probiotics but seeing really good results from them. Vet tested the new gang, no infections, but some pretty major issues. Those are getting better every day and glad I did that - Fera brand from Chewy, can be used for cats or dogs. I plan to keep doing them long term.
I went to work and got the candy, will be handing it out after all. Ron has spent most of the day falling down drunk. I think he sees a new, 2 liter bottle of alcohol as a personal "all you can drink" challenge.
He spilled the urinal on his bed and this is one very important reason we have separate beds. I thought I was doing a video blog but wasn't, and one of the things I said was how I feel the alcohol issue is the WORST of his problems, more than any other.
And I stand by that.
He is back in bed now. He did make trips or tomorrow so we are working. He wouldn't let me clean his leg or anything, it can be very frustrating to care for him.
So he's asleep and I imagine he will remain so. I will be out in the garage with the door up handing out candy. I imagine the house smells terrible, every cat wanted to use the box after I cleaned it and Ron spilled the urinal which is just a revolting stench.
I don't like to use sprays or plug ins. I think the chemicals are distributed into the air and then land on the cats, who lick them off. That can't be good. I do have a solid fragrance cone sitting on my desk here, I think that is OK for a limited area, but I don't want to do the whole house stuff.
Which is a problem when I have a whole-block odor issue. The kids next door aren't allowed to trick-or-treat (in their own way they are very religious, just not much on the loving one's neighbor, not stealing, and loving God's creatures) so I am not faced with having to give them candy. If they did come by I have a large sack of cheap stuff I would just give them some of that.
The other kids will be fine, they always are. I think I will go out around 7. That should be enough time.
I also need to check the mail, I haven't, the last couple days. I'm going to go do that.
I think I will try to work at least one cat into each video blog.
Early Thursday
Trying to be positive. I set an alarm last night to wake up and take my pain pill. Did that, reset alarm but failed to turn it on!
Woke up, hurting! Not as bad as it was but pretty bad. Yesterday I started my cycle so I added cramps in there too.
I haven't had cramps in ages, but it's just been that special week for me. When I got up Ron was very drunk and incoherent. I managed to get him fed. I managed to get him to take his vitamins. He kept asking for "pineapple". I brought him a pineapple soda. He said no. He kept babbling. He did agree he wanted to get into bed, so I did that. It wasn't easy because he was not cooperative. Next time I may just leave him in the chair with the seatbelt.
I left him alone for a while. He said he wanted his cell phone, I gave it to him. Later on I gave him some lemonade and he was very grateful.
We have all our Halloween candy at work and that is a $30 cab ride each way, that is not happening. Not that we have the cash anyway. So no candy tonight. It will be cold anyway, and a weeknight.
I just had a flipping root canal and just not feeling up to it. I feel run down and tired, probably the antibiotic/pain pill combination.
I will remind you I am taking Motrin 800, no narcotics at all. My experience with Tylenol #3 it made a pretty "good" mania but I don't want a bad mania. I have too many responsibilities and we cannot afford me going into the nut house for a tune up.
If I were a really "good" patient I would call my p-doc (prescribing mental health) and ask him if it is OK to take the motrin but this pain sucks without ibuprofen so I am not going to risk a no. One thing my Dad learned in government work, don't ask if you don't want to hear a no. He also said if you don't ask the answer is ALWAYS no. So you have to balance that.
But I was just toxic so it might be an issue. But all I read I should be better in a few days. I think I will have another diet soda and then take a nap.
I really feel wiped out.
Edit, I did call my psychiatrist and let him know I was taking the motrin.
Woke up, hurting! Not as bad as it was but pretty bad. Yesterday I started my cycle so I added cramps in there too.
I haven't had cramps in ages, but it's just been that special week for me. When I got up Ron was very drunk and incoherent. I managed to get him fed. I managed to get him to take his vitamins. He kept asking for "pineapple". I brought him a pineapple soda. He said no. He kept babbling. He did agree he wanted to get into bed, so I did that. It wasn't easy because he was not cooperative. Next time I may just leave him in the chair with the seatbelt.
I left him alone for a while. He said he wanted his cell phone, I gave it to him. Later on I gave him some lemonade and he was very grateful.
We have all our Halloween candy at work and that is a $30 cab ride each way, that is not happening. Not that we have the cash anyway. So no candy tonight. It will be cold anyway, and a weeknight.
I just had a flipping root canal and just not feeling up to it. I feel run down and tired, probably the antibiotic/pain pill combination.
I will remind you I am taking Motrin 800, no narcotics at all. My experience with Tylenol #3 it made a pretty "good" mania but I don't want a bad mania. I have too many responsibilities and we cannot afford me going into the nut house for a tune up.
If I were a really "good" patient I would call my p-doc (prescribing mental health) and ask him if it is OK to take the motrin but this pain sucks without ibuprofen so I am not going to risk a no. One thing my Dad learned in government work, don't ask if you don't want to hear a no. He also said if you don't ask the answer is ALWAYS no. So you have to balance that.
But I was just toxic so it might be an issue. But all I read I should be better in a few days. I think I will have another diet soda and then take a nap.
I really feel wiped out.
Edit, I did call my psychiatrist and let him know I was taking the motrin.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
What a Wednesday
Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought.
I didn't enjoy it but I lived. I went in, I was doing OK pain wise until they took the x ray and I had to bite down. That sucked.
I had to wait a while which was totally OK as I was a work-in. The dentist came in, chatted with me, sat down at the computer and looked at the Xray. He let out a very big sigh.
I knew then I was in trouble, he likes us and if there had been a conservative/cheap option he would have offered it. He said all he could do was extract it or do a root canal. I said I needed to think about it, he said OK.
I went and looked at the x-ray, I could see the tooth was cracked in half and it looked very bad. Felt OK from outside but a royal mess. So, not lying.
I had 2 bouts of extractions, four teeth at a time, so far. First time I was awake and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. I was pinned in the chair with the tool in my mouth, the crunching I could feel in my jaws, the blood, it was awful. I would do a lot to prevent that again.
The dentist came back. I asked if I could do an extraction under anesthesia. He explained that dentist was no longer in the practice, he could refer me to AN oral surgeon but THE one they had used had retired. And it would not be cheap.
I sure wasn't getting it pulled while I was awake. Hell no. Not with a credit card in my wallet. Ron had said to do the root canal if that's what I needed because, basically, I was "worth it".
So I told him to do the root canal. He went away again (other patients). I developed a very dry mouth. I drank some water. I peed a couple of times (nerves).
I discovered the chair had a snag in the back of the headrest which was catching my long strands of hair, I am sure I left "evidence" I was there. He came back and gave me some shots. Went away again.
I left a message on Ron's voicemail. Messaged my Dad and aunt. Updated the blog.
He came back. Long story short I needed 2 more shots (I think the nerve was just really angry) before he really got to work. At one part a piece of tooth, or filling, flew back in my mouth and almost down my airway, but the assistant got it.
The procedure was uncomfortable but not horrible. He is a very empathetic dentist and a good guy. He finished me up, time to pay.
I went up front, he looked at my chart. So many pills. What could I take, he asked? He knows someone with bipolar. Well, I told him, Tylenol #3 (what he normally gives Ron) makes me manic. "Oh, we're not doing that!" he replied. That's when I told him I had been doing Ibuprofen. He wrote a script for that and said I also needed antibiotics.
They were processing Ron's credit card about this time, Ron was OK with the bill "About standard" being his only reply when I told him.
Once I had paid the bill and set up the next appointment I called Arturo (I had taken him to the dentist) and explained I would need to go to Walmart and then home. He said that was fine. Traffic was bad so it took him a while.
I took some ibuprofen out of my bag because I didn't want the numb to wear off, my tooth screaming at me. See, I have a horrible memory of my mother, one of the rare times I saw her. She had just had a root canal and was in obvious pain. She refused to take the narcotic because she knew (and said) my Dad would not allow her to see me if she were high.
I really didn't want to end up like her. I updated everyone and went to Walmart.
The pharmacy was very busy and they said it would be an hour. I let Arturo know, no point in him hanging around if that's what he had planned. He left.
I wandered around for a while. The pharmacist came out after about 45 minutes, said the computer was freaking out because Ibuprofen and lithium CAN interact, was I OK with that, or did I want to skip the ibuprofen? I said I had been taking the Ibuprofen for days now and was OK with it. He went back, about 10 minutes later I got my medicine.
It was really busy so I only paid for my drugs and then checked out up front. All the lanes were open. I paid and went to McDonald's. Ron had wanted chicken strips from the deli but they were out. His phone was off. I got him a fried chicken sandwich (he enjoyed it, later).
I called Arturo once I had the food in hand. He said about 20 minutes, that was about right. I had been standing outside but it got very cold and windy, I was only wearing a hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans. I went in the lobby but kept an eye out for him.
We went home, unloaded, I paid him and he went his way. I got everything in the house. The cats were hungry so I fed them, then Ron.
I heated up a couple of frozen burritos. The numb had worn off but it wasn't too bad by this point. It is still what I would call mild to moderate on the pain scale.
I ate the burritos carefully (not on the bad side) and then took my antibiotic and mood pills. I have set an alarm to wake myself up and take the ibuprofen in the middle of the night because I am DONE waking up in horrible pain.
I also bought a nice looking ice pack with little beads in it, at the Walmart, tonight. It will be nice for migraines, too. The regular ice packs are hard and stiff, this is flexible.
Ron is doing well. He heard me slurring my words (he called me before I left the dentist) and gave me tomorrow off. I will enjoy it.
I felt well enough to put up the garbage can and do some picking up around the house. I am glad the worst part is over for now.
It is not an experience I would care to repeat.
I didn't enjoy it but I lived. I went in, I was doing OK pain wise until they took the x ray and I had to bite down. That sucked.
I had to wait a while which was totally OK as I was a work-in. The dentist came in, chatted with me, sat down at the computer and looked at the Xray. He let out a very big sigh.
I knew then I was in trouble, he likes us and if there had been a conservative/cheap option he would have offered it. He said all he could do was extract it or do a root canal. I said I needed to think about it, he said OK.
I went and looked at the x-ray, I could see the tooth was cracked in half and it looked very bad. Felt OK from outside but a royal mess. So, not lying.
I had 2 bouts of extractions, four teeth at a time, so far. First time I was awake and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. I was pinned in the chair with the tool in my mouth, the crunching I could feel in my jaws, the blood, it was awful. I would do a lot to prevent that again.
The dentist came back. I asked if I could do an extraction under anesthesia. He explained that dentist was no longer in the practice, he could refer me to AN oral surgeon but THE one they had used had retired. And it would not be cheap.
I sure wasn't getting it pulled while I was awake. Hell no. Not with a credit card in my wallet. Ron had said to do the root canal if that's what I needed because, basically, I was "worth it".
So I told him to do the root canal. He went away again (other patients). I developed a very dry mouth. I drank some water. I peed a couple of times (nerves).
I discovered the chair had a snag in the back of the headrest which was catching my long strands of hair, I am sure I left "evidence" I was there. He came back and gave me some shots. Went away again.
I left a message on Ron's voicemail. Messaged my Dad and aunt. Updated the blog.
He came back. Long story short I needed 2 more shots (I think the nerve was just really angry) before he really got to work. At one part a piece of tooth, or filling, flew back in my mouth and almost down my airway, but the assistant got it.
The procedure was uncomfortable but not horrible. He is a very empathetic dentist and a good guy. He finished me up, time to pay.
I went up front, he looked at my chart. So many pills. What could I take, he asked? He knows someone with bipolar. Well, I told him, Tylenol #3 (what he normally gives Ron) makes me manic. "Oh, we're not doing that!" he replied. That's when I told him I had been doing Ibuprofen. He wrote a script for that and said I also needed antibiotics.
They were processing Ron's credit card about this time, Ron was OK with the bill "About standard" being his only reply when I told him.
Once I had paid the bill and set up the next appointment I called Arturo (I had taken him to the dentist) and explained I would need to go to Walmart and then home. He said that was fine. Traffic was bad so it took him a while.
I took some ibuprofen out of my bag because I didn't want the numb to wear off, my tooth screaming at me. See, I have a horrible memory of my mother, one of the rare times I saw her. She had just had a root canal and was in obvious pain. She refused to take the narcotic because she knew (and said) my Dad would not allow her to see me if she were high.
I really didn't want to end up like her. I updated everyone and went to Walmart.
The pharmacy was very busy and they said it would be an hour. I let Arturo know, no point in him hanging around if that's what he had planned. He left.
I wandered around for a while. The pharmacist came out after about 45 minutes, said the computer was freaking out because Ibuprofen and lithium CAN interact, was I OK with that, or did I want to skip the ibuprofen? I said I had been taking the Ibuprofen for days now and was OK with it. He went back, about 10 minutes later I got my medicine.
It was really busy so I only paid for my drugs and then checked out up front. All the lanes were open. I paid and went to McDonald's. Ron had wanted chicken strips from the deli but they were out. His phone was off. I got him a fried chicken sandwich (he enjoyed it, later).
I called Arturo once I had the food in hand. He said about 20 minutes, that was about right. I had been standing outside but it got very cold and windy, I was only wearing a hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans. I went in the lobby but kept an eye out for him.
We went home, unloaded, I paid him and he went his way. I got everything in the house. The cats were hungry so I fed them, then Ron.
I heated up a couple of frozen burritos. The numb had worn off but it wasn't too bad by this point. It is still what I would call mild to moderate on the pain scale.
I ate the burritos carefully (not on the bad side) and then took my antibiotic and mood pills. I have set an alarm to wake myself up and take the ibuprofen in the middle of the night because I am DONE waking up in horrible pain.
I also bought a nice looking ice pack with little beads in it, at the Walmart, tonight. It will be nice for migraines, too. The regular ice packs are hard and stiff, this is flexible.
Ron is doing well. He heard me slurring my words (he called me before I left the dentist) and gave me tomorrow off. I will enjoy it.
I felt well enough to put up the garbage can and do some picking up around the house. I am glad the worst part is over for now.
It is not an experience I would care to repeat.
At the pharmacy
A wait but I am more patient. I also took 4 Advil the minute he finished. Still numb and NOT in a hurry for it to wear off.
Finished with stage one
It wasn't too bad. A little manic now, need to go to Walmart and get my prescriptions. Doc wrote it for Motrin as Tylenol #3 makes me manic. Also antibiotics.
This is about the closest I got to animal abuse
The saddest cat thing I ever saw....
We had gotten Baby Girl and added her to the family. Bubba, the black male, had a quirk where he would only go outside, so litter hadn't really been an issue since Frosty died in '09. This was '12.
I cleaned up the box and set it up for her, she kicked litter everywhere when using it (still does). I got a covered litter box with a flap. She went right in. A while later I walked by the box. It had a clear flap. She was crying and pushing against it trying to get out of the litter box, and couldn't, the flap had stuck.
That was the saddest thing, seeing her like that, this tiny kitten stuck in her box. I took the whole top off and she ran off. Ron and I talked, we decided we would take the flap off. She still wouldn't use it and used the other, open, box instead. No one was touching this box.
So I threw away the whole top, she used it then. So I can't do any covered boxes with her.
That limits my choices on Chewy but I am sure I will find some good boxes.
They won't have a lid.
We had gotten Baby Girl and added her to the family. Bubba, the black male, had a quirk where he would only go outside, so litter hadn't really been an issue since Frosty died in '09. This was '12.
I cleaned up the box and set it up for her, she kicked litter everywhere when using it (still does). I got a covered litter box with a flap. She went right in. A while later I walked by the box. It had a clear flap. She was crying and pushing against it trying to get out of the litter box, and couldn't, the flap had stuck.
That was the saddest thing, seeing her like that, this tiny kitten stuck in her box. I took the whole top off and she ran off. Ron and I talked, we decided we would take the flap off. She still wouldn't use it and used the other, open, box instead. No one was touching this box.
So I threw away the whole top, she used it then. So I can't do any covered boxes with her.
That limits my choices on Chewy but I am sure I will find some good boxes.
They won't have a lid.
Wednesday morning
Biscuit has learned a very bad habit from Torbie, putting the paw on my face with claws extended. Let me tell you there are a lot of nerves in my face and the claws get them every time. It is a very assertive way of saying "Give me what I want" without causing ACTUAL physical harm.
Biscuit is apparently not letting me sleep in any more. Torbie wants her petting. Both are understandable but my poor face! Especially with the toothache!
I do wonder about infection but I hear about women doing the roller with the needles all over their faces and it is kind of the same thing. Not a big deal.
So I slept in until 9 today, I guess I needed it. I see the dentist in the early afternoon. I just need to take a shower, get dressed, and stick my cab fare in my pocket. Mama cat & friends ate their probiotics this morning and are now eating some dry. One, 5 ounce can is just not enough for 3 cats. But it is good to soak up a scoop of probiotics and make them taste DELICIOUS. I see really good results the longer they are on it, and I plan to continue that. I even got some petting out of Cleo.
Ron is asleep in bed. I have heard some huge crashes, lately, in the morning, I believe that is related to #6 as I have not seen anything out of place in the house and these are big noises. Just figures they would make a lot of racket 5 in the morning. He also has a "backup beep" on his truck but lucky for us he backs it in at night when he gets home (we are nearly always awake) and then just drives forward into the street in the morning. Maybe it's a new truck and the beep is standard. He does work construction. But it is SUPER annoying, especially in addition to the crashes.
And here's the sad thing, people are going to get immune to the noise and then a problem will happen, he'll be crushed under something, and no one will notice because it always happens. It's just rude. Ron and I do out best MOST DAYS to be quiet, but if he has been a jackass the night before (and during the Cleo abuse period) we were not quiet leaving the house at 4-5 in the morning. And he put his kids in his garage right up at the front of the house so I know they at least got woken up. Considering what was going on with Cleo I didn't feel at ALL bad about that.
I also noticed that cars are still dropping off their kids at my driveway to walk up to #6's house. Very rude. I noted the time, 7, I will have to make sure Ron knows not to schedule any pickups at 7 because these "mothers" have proven they are happy to block the paratransit vehicle into our driveway until they have "finished their business" even if we need to go - and it is OUR driveway. I would call a tow truck or the police on those occasions but they would cut and run.
And that was one thing I didn't like about Chuck - he was always plotting "revenge" on people who "slighted" him driving. He would tell me how he would block in people using his parking so they had to come to his house and ask him to move... and then he would lecture them. Cutting people off on the freeway, not letting them over, etc. Giving triumphant cackles when they gave up. They could be taking their asthmatic kid to the ER and you made them miss their exit. How is that cool? But I do understand the parking issue because I want to leave when I want to leave and not wait on a bunch of mexicans gabbling away in #6's driveway.
I don't care what you do on your property unless it keeps me up at night (like those damn security lights!). I don't care how many cars you have in your driveway. I don't even care if you use the street parking in front of my house AS LONG AS you don't block the driveway, because I have a very frail, sick, man living here. I also have a medical condition, and we may need an ambulance. In that case I want driveway access ON MY PROPERTY (each lot has it's own driveway) so we can get assistance. I also need access for my rides.
But 'most everyone sees "You don't have a car, I will take your parking". RUDE!
Have I mentioned I am a little manic from the sleep deprivation? Acute pain? Large doses of ibuprofen? Large amounts of caffeine?
Yeah. It's been pretty grim the last days, I think I am doing OK, though. Just a little cranky. I am going to check on Ron. He is fine.
I also did an upper lip treatment because we all know the dentist is going to be looking at my mouth, and I am VAIN enough to care he does not see peach fuzz. Then I got a phone call about my book.
You know I like to write, back in the late 90's I was very into poetry, I self published a book. I sold about a dozen copies. Back then I didn't have a forum, it was important to me to get my story out: Ron, and my family of origin, had really distorted the narrative, I felt.
Amazon has it. Discoveries. Some of it you can see I have grown since then and in other ways I have not. I am very unhappy with the way I ended it.
Here is a free look from Google: https://g.co/kgs/Fum9cd
Does the book matter to me? Not really. Is it a part of my past? Yes. Do I regret it? No. Was I very young? Yes. That is all I would want someone to know.
It was very important to me that I get the word out I had been abused by my family. I did not, at that time, see anything Ron did to me as abuse but I have some pretty raw stuff about his cheating. Remember I was also un diagnosed and un medicated at the time.
But anyway the publisher has my contact information and occasionally a sales rep will call like what happened today. He called it "my novel". It was not a novel! It says "poetic!" on the title! Should be a hint!
Oh, well, I would not be one of those guys trying to sell dreck to unsuspecting readers. Amazon had it for Kindle a while back but looks like not anymore from what I saw. That was only like $3. I actually have that on my Kindle.
Nope, not in Kindle any more. One used copy is selling for $900. Good luck with that! That must have been the one I sent to the "mining company" book reviewer.
Anyway, enough about that. The blog is a lot easier and I get pretty instant feedback.
Then I got a call from Michigan that did not go to voicemail. Ron was apparently up all night and then went to bed around 8. I will probably be back from he dentist before he wakes up.
He has been asking for "something small" to eat lately. He finally came right out and asked for the sliders again. So I made some, gave him one, put the rest in the fridge. It is a lot easier to assemble several at one time. So he is set for a while now.
I have plenty of soft food so I am set as well. We need to work tomorrow and then Halloween. We will sit in the driveway and hand out candy. Can you imagine trying to corral 6 cats? Impossible. Easier to take US out. I need to bring some candy from work - I have candy I bought with my money, at Sam's club. I just need to remember to bring it home. I won't have the time to bag it up but I will get everything distributed.
I keep biting my cheek! Very annoying. I will be glad when I am done.
Biscuit is apparently not letting me sleep in any more. Torbie wants her petting. Both are understandable but my poor face! Especially with the toothache!
I do wonder about infection but I hear about women doing the roller with the needles all over their faces and it is kind of the same thing. Not a big deal.
So I slept in until 9 today, I guess I needed it. I see the dentist in the early afternoon. I just need to take a shower, get dressed, and stick my cab fare in my pocket. Mama cat & friends ate their probiotics this morning and are now eating some dry. One, 5 ounce can is just not enough for 3 cats. But it is good to soak up a scoop of probiotics and make them taste DELICIOUS. I see really good results the longer they are on it, and I plan to continue that. I even got some petting out of Cleo.
Ron is asleep in bed. I have heard some huge crashes, lately, in the morning, I believe that is related to #6 as I have not seen anything out of place in the house and these are big noises. Just figures they would make a lot of racket 5 in the morning. He also has a "backup beep" on his truck but lucky for us he backs it in at night when he gets home (we are nearly always awake) and then just drives forward into the street in the morning. Maybe it's a new truck and the beep is standard. He does work construction. But it is SUPER annoying, especially in addition to the crashes.
And here's the sad thing, people are going to get immune to the noise and then a problem will happen, he'll be crushed under something, and no one will notice because it always happens. It's just rude. Ron and I do out best MOST DAYS to be quiet, but if he has been a jackass the night before (and during the Cleo abuse period) we were not quiet leaving the house at 4-5 in the morning. And he put his kids in his garage right up at the front of the house so I know they at least got woken up. Considering what was going on with Cleo I didn't feel at ALL bad about that.
I also noticed that cars are still dropping off their kids at my driveway to walk up to #6's house. Very rude. I noted the time, 7, I will have to make sure Ron knows not to schedule any pickups at 7 because these "mothers" have proven they are happy to block the paratransit vehicle into our driveway until they have "finished their business" even if we need to go - and it is OUR driveway. I would call a tow truck or the police on those occasions but they would cut and run.
And that was one thing I didn't like about Chuck - he was always plotting "revenge" on people who "slighted" him driving. He would tell me how he would block in people using his parking so they had to come to his house and ask him to move... and then he would lecture them. Cutting people off on the freeway, not letting them over, etc. Giving triumphant cackles when they gave up. They could be taking their asthmatic kid to the ER and you made them miss their exit. How is that cool? But I do understand the parking issue because I want to leave when I want to leave and not wait on a bunch of mexicans gabbling away in #6's driveway.
I don't care what you do on your property unless it keeps me up at night (like those damn security lights!). I don't care how many cars you have in your driveway. I don't even care if you use the street parking in front of my house AS LONG AS you don't block the driveway, because I have a very frail, sick, man living here. I also have a medical condition, and we may need an ambulance. In that case I want driveway access ON MY PROPERTY (each lot has it's own driveway) so we can get assistance. I also need access for my rides.
But 'most everyone sees "You don't have a car, I will take your parking". RUDE!
Have I mentioned I am a little manic from the sleep deprivation? Acute pain? Large doses of ibuprofen? Large amounts of caffeine?
Yeah. It's been pretty grim the last days, I think I am doing OK, though. Just a little cranky. I am going to check on Ron. He is fine.
I also did an upper lip treatment because we all know the dentist is going to be looking at my mouth, and I am VAIN enough to care he does not see peach fuzz. Then I got a phone call about my book.
You know I like to write, back in the late 90's I was very into poetry, I self published a book. I sold about a dozen copies. Back then I didn't have a forum, it was important to me to get my story out: Ron, and my family of origin, had really distorted the narrative, I felt.
Amazon has it. Discoveries. Some of it you can see I have grown since then and in other ways I have not. I am very unhappy with the way I ended it.
Here is a free look from Google: https://g.co/kgs/Fum9cd
Does the book matter to me? Not really. Is it a part of my past? Yes. Do I regret it? No. Was I very young? Yes. That is all I would want someone to know.
It was very important to me that I get the word out I had been abused by my family. I did not, at that time, see anything Ron did to me as abuse but I have some pretty raw stuff about his cheating. Remember I was also un diagnosed and un medicated at the time.
But anyway the publisher has my contact information and occasionally a sales rep will call like what happened today. He called it "my novel". It was not a novel! It says "poetic!" on the title! Should be a hint!
Oh, well, I would not be one of those guys trying to sell dreck to unsuspecting readers. Amazon had it for Kindle a while back but looks like not anymore from what I saw. That was only like $3. I actually have that on my Kindle.
Nope, not in Kindle any more. One used copy is selling for $900. Good luck with that! That must have been the one I sent to the "mining company" book reviewer.
Anyway, enough about that. The blog is a lot easier and I get pretty instant feedback.
Then I got a call from Michigan that did not go to voicemail. Ron was apparently up all night and then went to bed around 8. I will probably be back from he dentist before he wakes up.
He has been asking for "something small" to eat lately. He finally came right out and asked for the sliders again. So I made some, gave him one, put the rest in the fridge. It is a lot easier to assemble several at one time. So he is set for a while now.
I have plenty of soft food so I am set as well. We need to work tomorrow and then Halloween. We will sit in the driveway and hand out candy. Can you imagine trying to corral 6 cats? Impossible. Easier to take US out. I need to bring some candy from work - I have candy I bought with my money, at Sam's club. I just need to remember to bring it home. I won't have the time to bag it up but I will get everything distributed.
I keep biting my cheek! Very annoying. I will be glad when I am done.
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Fixed the internet.
My tooth is angry again, it is a pretty spectacular pain level. I took some Motrin so hopefully that will help.
I did sleep OK last night so hoping for that again tonight. The cats are good. Just waiting on my Walmart delivery.
Got it. You can tell I was feeling salty because I got 4 bags of chips. I haven't been very hungry with my tooth hurting but I did eat some refried beans earlier.
Edit: got some frozen precooked burgers from Walmart delivered, good depression food. Ate one for dinner. Cleo got very excited but I had put BBQ sauce so I gave her some of her plain burger later. She let me pet her all over after that.
I need to see if Ron wants any dinner. My tooth hurts, I am queasy from large amounts of ibuprofen the last few days and of course my daily regime of medication.
I am going to bed early.
I did sleep OK last night so hoping for that again tonight. The cats are good. Just waiting on my Walmart delivery.
Got it. You can tell I was feeling salty because I got 4 bags of chips. I haven't been very hungry with my tooth hurting but I did eat some refried beans earlier.
Edit: got some frozen precooked burgers from Walmart delivered, good depression food. Ate one for dinner. Cleo got very excited but I had put BBQ sauce so I gave her some of her plain burger later. She let me pet her all over after that.
I need to see if Ron wants any dinner. My tooth hurts, I am queasy from large amounts of ibuprofen the last few days and of course my daily regime of medication.
I am going to bed early.
Internet is down
My stomach is getting aggravated from all the Ibuprofen. I will be glad when this whole dental drama is over.
Another cat video, them in my bed with me.
I tried to take a nap, couldn't sleep, made this:
Pretty dark but you get to hear me baby talking them.
A lot about litter boxes
Good news first, the dentist called and they can see me tomorrow. The GOOD dentist the one I like so happy about that. I can make it another day - had a large handful of Advil when I got up.
The cats are good, Biscuit and Baby Girl are hanging out in bed with Ron while the other cats run around, sleep, and play in all the other rooms and hall.
Now, about my layout, I have a shotgun style house one room after another from front to back, two rooms wide, 3 at the very back of the house.
So, front room, computer room, Ron's room front to back. Other side of the house kitchen, dining area, laundry room, my room. Bathroom is between my room and Ron's in the back.
So. I have a tall cat tree and FOUR litter boxes in the front room as it is the largest. One by the front door "WELCOME!", one by my chair (very popular) and two over by the TV. They are all low sides except the two by the TV. All the cats can get in the high sides except Torbie, who's a senior.
Computer room I have two boxes, one by the door and one in the corner. The one by the door is one of the top usage boxes and they throw a LOT of litter out the low sides. Some cats just love to fling litter and I have at least a couple of them. Ron's room has one small box with low sides, it is hard for them to use, and they throw litter all over. That is definitely getting replaced, bigger, and higher sides.
My room has one box, low sides, no major issues with that AND Tobie hangs out a lot in my room so NOT changing that out. I may move one of the larger boxes with low sides in, though, when I change things up.
So, the number of boxes is good,they all say one for each cat plus one. I actually did that. There is a litter box everywhere you look but the cats have easy access. Some of my cats are prone to the runs when stressed so I want a short trip.
The probiotics help with that, by the way.
So, front room I would keep one low box, change out 2. Computer room change out at least one box, the one by the door. Keep the one over by the computer because Torbie (old, feeble, cat) likes it. Ron's room, bigger box with higher sides. My room, keep the same.
So a total of 3 low boxes and 4 higher ones. My population is 2 cats less than a year, one about a year, a 5 year old, a 7 year old, and a teen. I think that will work.
BUT I welcome opinions.
The cats are good, Biscuit and Baby Girl are hanging out in bed with Ron while the other cats run around, sleep, and play in all the other rooms and hall.
Now, about my layout, I have a shotgun style house one room after another from front to back, two rooms wide, 3 at the very back of the house.
So, front room, computer room, Ron's room front to back. Other side of the house kitchen, dining area, laundry room, my room. Bathroom is between my room and Ron's in the back.
So. I have a tall cat tree and FOUR litter boxes in the front room as it is the largest. One by the front door "WELCOME!", one by my chair (very popular) and two over by the TV. They are all low sides except the two by the TV. All the cats can get in the high sides except Torbie, who's a senior.
Computer room I have two boxes, one by the door and one in the corner. The one by the door is one of the top usage boxes and they throw a LOT of litter out the low sides. Some cats just love to fling litter and I have at least a couple of them. Ron's room has one small box with low sides, it is hard for them to use, and they throw litter all over. That is definitely getting replaced, bigger, and higher sides.
My room has one box, low sides, no major issues with that AND Tobie hangs out a lot in my room so NOT changing that out. I may move one of the larger boxes with low sides in, though, when I change things up.
So, the number of boxes is good,they all say one for each cat plus one. I actually did that. There is a litter box everywhere you look but the cats have easy access. Some of my cats are prone to the runs when stressed so I want a short trip.
The probiotics help with that, by the way.
So, front room I would keep one low box, change out 2. Computer room change out at least one box, the one by the door. Keep the one over by the computer because Torbie (old, feeble, cat) likes it. Ron's room, bigger box with higher sides. My room, keep the same.
So a total of 3 low boxes and 4 higher ones. My population is 2 cats less than a year, one about a year, a 5 year old, a 7 year old, and a teen. I think that will work.
BUT I welcome opinions.
Monday, October 28, 2019
"He doesn't have a Heather"
I slept better last night and kept blowing up the dentist's phone number today. I left a message on the voicemail. I believe they were out of the office today and will call me back tomorrow.
I got up, got us ready, went to work. Work was pretty uneventful except Ron pulled a muscle and is doing his whole pain routine. I did what I could for him.
I was helping him into bed just now and I pulled up his pants as he got out of his wheelchair. He fixes the belt very loose so they are always drooping. I tell him it makes him look good in the ghetto. I didn't think much of it, but I do it every time, and my aunt commented on it during our road trip "That guy" (a motorist parked, bent over his car, showing half his crack) "Doesn't have a Heather".
I hope the man in my life always thinks his life is better with me in it.
We stocked, came home. Ron tried to talk the driver into dropping us at the vet but he said no. They are paid well enough they don't want to risk losing their jobs. We didn't fault him of course.
So we came home, I got Ron settled. I ate a couple of frozen burritos and took my morning pills. I got some beans on my shirt right as Arturo came. I just went out like that rather than make him wait.
We got Biscuit! He was very quiet, they said, but he started hollering when he heard my voice. They put him in his box as I paid up (not bad), brought him out and we had a nice reunion. Arturo came and took us home.
I told Arturo if I was bad I would leave Biscuit in his box for a little once we got home, but of course I opened it right away and let him out. I noticed he had a fair amount of food left, so I fed him wet and dry. He was happy and purring, looked all over the house, etc.
I took a nap. Biscuit joined me for a little bit but left. Mama Cat (!) got in my bed with Spotty and they laid down next to me, purring, for a while. He tried to nurse and she wrestled with him instead and they ran off. I had Torbie for a while.
I slept pretty good but had a really strange nightmare about a cult that ate the souls of their children, and one of them was after Spotty. I woke up pretty quick and happily saw Spotty was fine. Ron was doing his pain routine.
What does that mean for me? He drinks a lot. He wants Kratom, and then some more. But I just read you would have to take almost a kilo at once to kill yourself. We do a couple grams at a time (in capsules). He wanted me to tape on some of the magnets (doc calls them "discs") from the doctor. I did that. He drank some more and went back to bed, had trouble getting in but managed with help.
He has been getting more feeble and has said he wants to do "some exercises". I have them, I have weight machines, etc. I would love to see him do some leg extensions on my weight rack. So I will help him with that when he feels better.
I want to keep him performing as well as possible, and I think he could do better. Is he going to walk again? With that back? No. But he can be more vigorous.
No more lifting cases of drinks at work, though.
I got up, got us ready, went to work. Work was pretty uneventful except Ron pulled a muscle and is doing his whole pain routine. I did what I could for him.
I was helping him into bed just now and I pulled up his pants as he got out of his wheelchair. He fixes the belt very loose so they are always drooping. I tell him it makes him look good in the ghetto. I didn't think much of it, but I do it every time, and my aunt commented on it during our road trip "That guy" (a motorist parked, bent over his car, showing half his crack) "Doesn't have a Heather".
I hope the man in my life always thinks his life is better with me in it.
We stocked, came home. Ron tried to talk the driver into dropping us at the vet but he said no. They are paid well enough they don't want to risk losing their jobs. We didn't fault him of course.
So we came home, I got Ron settled. I ate a couple of frozen burritos and took my morning pills. I got some beans on my shirt right as Arturo came. I just went out like that rather than make him wait.
We got Biscuit! He was very quiet, they said, but he started hollering when he heard my voice. They put him in his box as I paid up (not bad), brought him out and we had a nice reunion. Arturo came and took us home.
I told Arturo if I was bad I would leave Biscuit in his box for a little once we got home, but of course I opened it right away and let him out. I noticed he had a fair amount of food left, so I fed him wet and dry. He was happy and purring, looked all over the house, etc.
I took a nap. Biscuit joined me for a little bit but left. Mama Cat (!) got in my bed with Spotty and they laid down next to me, purring, for a while. He tried to nurse and she wrestled with him instead and they ran off. I had Torbie for a while.
I slept pretty good but had a really strange nightmare about a cult that ate the souls of their children, and one of them was after Spotty. I woke up pretty quick and happily saw Spotty was fine. Ron was doing his pain routine.
What does that mean for me? He drinks a lot. He wants Kratom, and then some more. But I just read you would have to take almost a kilo at once to kill yourself. We do a couple grams at a time (in capsules). He wanted me to tape on some of the magnets (doc calls them "discs") from the doctor. I did that. He drank some more and went back to bed, had trouble getting in but managed with help.
He has been getting more feeble and has said he wants to do "some exercises". I have them, I have weight machines, etc. I would love to see him do some leg extensions on my weight rack. So I will help him with that when he feels better.
I want to keep him performing as well as possible, and I think he could do better. Is he going to walk again? With that back? No. But he can be more vigorous.
No more lifting cases of drinks at work, though.
Sunday, October 27, 2019
My trip to Austin
A cold front came though Friday morning, it was cold and raining. I got up very early and got ready.
About the only thing of note, Ron stuck a 750 ml bottle of vodka in his bag rather than buy drinks at the bar. What does it say the conference center always has a bar?
I put Biscuit in the bathroom half an hour before pickup so I'd have him at hand, but not yet in his carrier.
My aunt and uncle arrived right on time, we were ready. I took out our bags, one each for us and a bag of food, then Biscuit and his bag. We dropped off Biscuit and his bag, got some lunch, went to Austin.
They found the hotel easily and we tried to check in. They told us they had flooding on the first floor "last night" and they were still fixing up the room. We had to wait almost an additional hour. When we got to our room it was clean but I could see they had just wet-vaced the room rather than replace the flooring like they said.
Not that I cared.
But the bed was too high, again. I had to talk to several people, examine the bed, and finally said "Come take the box spring". They did that and Ron was fine. He didn't have any problems the rest of the weekend. You may remember we had to do that last year, too.
It wasn't a large room and his wheelchair has a footprint, it was pretty crowded but at least I had my own bed. He found his bed comfortable, liked the bedding and pillows.
We went out looking for "the reception" but I never found it. I did, however, find the director of the program and our ECM's (similar to a union rep, to borrow a term from my aunt). Everyone seemed to like us just fine. We went back to the room, Ron had most of his bottle of vodka, we went to bed early.
And I woke up some hours later in excruciating pain. It is pretty spectacular. Generally when I need a filling it is more a dull throb. This is an extraordinary sharp stabbing sensation that is quite horrible. I was up all night with that.
One one of our trips I brought toothache gel but did not bring it this time. I did, however, remember the Advil after some time. I took a few and managed to get a little rest but not great.
Then I had to get up, get ready, get Ron ready, find breakfast (we went early which is good). The restaurant was not large and had a short staff, it was pretty difficult at breakfast. I determined we would eat in the room Sunday morning. As it is Ron had one english muffin and a slice of bacon.
I had a Belgian waffle, it was good. We went into the conference area and speeches for hours. I learned a little about prison vending in Texas but that's it.
We had a trade show, very few tables and no one was really handing out food, we had to find our own lunch. I wasn't very hungry as my tooth/jaw was killing me.
Ron laid down for a while and I called my parents, to be met with such sympathy for my plight. [/sarcasm]
I called the vet's office, they were spoiling Biscuit and it sounded like they weren't going to give him back. He is a good boy and I'm glad they see that.
Then time for seminars. We did the vending repair one, I did not learn anything. Then they had an Andoid/Apple seminar or one on prison vending. Ron opted for the technology as we can't do prison vending.
The speaker was a blind man showing off tech advances and apps for the blind. Now it is funny, in ADA trainings and sensitivity stuff you will always hear put the disability last, the man who is blind. But it was "blind this" and "Blind that" every time I turned around. I found it funny.
Ron liked the speaker but does not want a smart device, certainly not an Iphone. Like I told my uncle today, he is always dropping things and that would get very expensive.
They were having another banquet but you had to buy tickets and they weren't cheap. The director was also having a Q&A for those interested. Ron and I went to dinner. I noticed they had paper straws in our drinks. I hadn't noted that at breakfast.
I got a burger and some bread pudding for dessert. Ron had some chicken wings. Back to the hotel room. And he had a very bad night with pain and no vodka because he had already drunk it all. I did give him some Kratom, he had his pain pills, but still a hard time.
Another bad night with little sleep for either of us. Ron managed to drop off about an hour before we had to get up. I wasn't sleeping so I said screw it (pain is about an 8, steady, on a 1-10), got up.
If you noticed the photos the hotel had a weird shower configuration: the shower head in the middle of a long, narrow, tub. I had very little room. They did have a seat down at the end, I guess I was supposed to sit on it. They had grapefruit scented shampoo, conditioner, and soap. I smiled to myself thinking of all the vendors smelling like grapefruit.
I got ready, got Ron ready. I ran some hot water through the coffee pot and that worked great, for my cup of noodles.
I made sure it was coolish before I ate it, I did not want hot things on my bad tooth. I was able to take my antidepressant with that. I had brought powdered drink mixes and a plastic cup, I used tap water to make my drinks and that worked very well. I would do that again.
We went and listened to about an hour of more speeches before we ducked out. I checked out of the room and we waited in the lobby for my aunt and uncle.
They had been gifted some vintage (?) toys so they had that in the trunk, but they managed to get everything put up after I stuffed the wheelchair. They had Ron sit in the front both ways. I made sure, both ways, he had taken his motion sickness pill.
I didn't want to make a kennel worker work today so I will get Biscuit tomorrow. We came home, stopped twice. I got a burger for Cleo and as you saw fed it to her. If you watch the video I am even petting her in it. She loves her burgers.
Mama cat is a beggar and wanted "in" but didn't want beef, but you get a nice view of her. The cats had plenty of food when I got home. I do need to do the litter boxes but not bad considering.
Once I got our stuff put up I laid down for a nap. Ron went after the vodka. He just now went to bed. He already made the trips.
I slept OK considering my pain level. Torbie did the old "claws in the face" routine which gets old but it is her way of showing love, after some petting she went into her house on my bed and we had a nap.
I got up. Friday I got rid of his old walker (with his permission) he is not getting better so better to just toss it. I put it out at the curb and someone took it (garbage pickup is Wednesday). I figured they would. The side of his bed (where he kept it) is much more spacious now but he is getting used to it. It will make it a lot easier to find things for hi now.
Ron's wheelchair performed admirably and we will definitely get another Drive when we get a new one.
The cats had plenty of dry (I did about the right amount there) ate about half the wet. I put out two, 13 ounce cans on Friday morning once I had locked up Biscuit. They ate one. The other looked pretty horrible, I got rid of it and gave them a fresh can with some probiotics on top. They have eaten some of it. In the last 5 minutes Mama has set next to a large bowl of dry food, and a fresh plate of wet food, begging. She is just a beggar.
I can see why she was getting out, that woman down the street feeds strays and she was probably feeding Mama second and third meals every day. They did not get the lock off the cat door, so I have time until I get it fixed. Good.
I saw the other vendors while I was there (the ones who share our stockroom). Everything was very light and friendly. They told me my friend has been released from the hospital so that is really good news.
I am about to do all 7 of the litter boxes and then maybe some laundry. No bed bug issues at this hotel so no rush on washing. We work tomorrow, I need to call the dentist, and I pick up Biscuit. Hopefully Tuesday I see the dentist.
Biscuit will be OK tonight at the vet. I am glad he does do OK at the vet and I don't have to worry about him in the box, blocked, trying to pee, getting horribly ill and then dying in agony while I'm gone. I am glad they love on him and enjoy him so much. At worst he tolerates it.
He didn't ask to be sick and I am nothing if not loyal, I will always take care of him. I will miss him today but I had no idea when I'd get home and I didn't want to make someone work on their day off, assuming they would even do that.
That's it for now.
About the only thing of note, Ron stuck a 750 ml bottle of vodka in his bag rather than buy drinks at the bar. What does it say the conference center always has a bar?
I put Biscuit in the bathroom half an hour before pickup so I'd have him at hand, but not yet in his carrier.
My aunt and uncle arrived right on time, we were ready. I took out our bags, one each for us and a bag of food, then Biscuit and his bag. We dropped off Biscuit and his bag, got some lunch, went to Austin.
They found the hotel easily and we tried to check in. They told us they had flooding on the first floor "last night" and they were still fixing up the room. We had to wait almost an additional hour. When we got to our room it was clean but I could see they had just wet-vaced the room rather than replace the flooring like they said.
Not that I cared.
But the bed was too high, again. I had to talk to several people, examine the bed, and finally said "Come take the box spring". They did that and Ron was fine. He didn't have any problems the rest of the weekend. You may remember we had to do that last year, too.
It wasn't a large room and his wheelchair has a footprint, it was pretty crowded but at least I had my own bed. He found his bed comfortable, liked the bedding and pillows.
We went out looking for "the reception" but I never found it. I did, however, find the director of the program and our ECM's (similar to a union rep, to borrow a term from my aunt). Everyone seemed to like us just fine. We went back to the room, Ron had most of his bottle of vodka, we went to bed early.
And I woke up some hours later in excruciating pain. It is pretty spectacular. Generally when I need a filling it is more a dull throb. This is an extraordinary sharp stabbing sensation that is quite horrible. I was up all night with that.
One one of our trips I brought toothache gel but did not bring it this time. I did, however, remember the Advil after some time. I took a few and managed to get a little rest but not great.
Then I had to get up, get ready, get Ron ready, find breakfast (we went early which is good). The restaurant was not large and had a short staff, it was pretty difficult at breakfast. I determined we would eat in the room Sunday morning. As it is Ron had one english muffin and a slice of bacon.
I had a Belgian waffle, it was good. We went into the conference area and speeches for hours. I learned a little about prison vending in Texas but that's it.
We had a trade show, very few tables and no one was really handing out food, we had to find our own lunch. I wasn't very hungry as my tooth/jaw was killing me.
Ron laid down for a while and I called my parents, to be met with such sympathy for my plight. [/sarcasm]
I called the vet's office, they were spoiling Biscuit and it sounded like they weren't going to give him back. He is a good boy and I'm glad they see that.
Then time for seminars. We did the vending repair one, I did not learn anything. Then they had an Andoid/Apple seminar or one on prison vending. Ron opted for the technology as we can't do prison vending.
The speaker was a blind man showing off tech advances and apps for the blind. Now it is funny, in ADA trainings and sensitivity stuff you will always hear put the disability last, the man who is blind. But it was "blind this" and "Blind that" every time I turned around. I found it funny.
Ron liked the speaker but does not want a smart device, certainly not an Iphone. Like I told my uncle today, he is always dropping things and that would get very expensive.
They were having another banquet but you had to buy tickets and they weren't cheap. The director was also having a Q&A for those interested. Ron and I went to dinner. I noticed they had paper straws in our drinks. I hadn't noted that at breakfast.
I got a burger and some bread pudding for dessert. Ron had some chicken wings. Back to the hotel room. And he had a very bad night with pain and no vodka because he had already drunk it all. I did give him some Kratom, he had his pain pills, but still a hard time.
Another bad night with little sleep for either of us. Ron managed to drop off about an hour before we had to get up. I wasn't sleeping so I said screw it (pain is about an 8, steady, on a 1-10), got up.
If you noticed the photos the hotel had a weird shower configuration: the shower head in the middle of a long, narrow, tub. I had very little room. They did have a seat down at the end, I guess I was supposed to sit on it. They had grapefruit scented shampoo, conditioner, and soap. I smiled to myself thinking of all the vendors smelling like grapefruit.
I got ready, got Ron ready. I ran some hot water through the coffee pot and that worked great, for my cup of noodles.
I made sure it was coolish before I ate it, I did not want hot things on my bad tooth. I was able to take my antidepressant with that. I had brought powdered drink mixes and a plastic cup, I used tap water to make my drinks and that worked very well. I would do that again.
We went and listened to about an hour of more speeches before we ducked out. I checked out of the room and we waited in the lobby for my aunt and uncle.
They had been gifted some vintage (?) toys so they had that in the trunk, but they managed to get everything put up after I stuffed the wheelchair. They had Ron sit in the front both ways. I made sure, both ways, he had taken his motion sickness pill.
I didn't want to make a kennel worker work today so I will get Biscuit tomorrow. We came home, stopped twice. I got a burger for Cleo and as you saw fed it to her. If you watch the video I am even petting her in it. She loves her burgers.
Mama cat is a beggar and wanted "in" but didn't want beef, but you get a nice view of her. The cats had plenty of food when I got home. I do need to do the litter boxes but not bad considering.
Once I got our stuff put up I laid down for a nap. Ron went after the vodka. He just now went to bed. He already made the trips.
I slept OK considering my pain level. Torbie did the old "claws in the face" routine which gets old but it is her way of showing love, after some petting she went into her house on my bed and we had a nap.
I got up. Friday I got rid of his old walker (with his permission) he is not getting better so better to just toss it. I put it out at the curb and someone took it (garbage pickup is Wednesday). I figured they would. The side of his bed (where he kept it) is much more spacious now but he is getting used to it. It will make it a lot easier to find things for hi now.
Ron's wheelchair performed admirably and we will definitely get another Drive when we get a new one.
The cats had plenty of dry (I did about the right amount there) ate about half the wet. I put out two, 13 ounce cans on Friday morning once I had locked up Biscuit. They ate one. The other looked pretty horrible, I got rid of it and gave them a fresh can with some probiotics on top. They have eaten some of it. In the last 5 minutes Mama has set next to a large bowl of dry food, and a fresh plate of wet food, begging. She is just a beggar.
I can see why she was getting out, that woman down the street feeds strays and she was probably feeding Mama second and third meals every day. They did not get the lock off the cat door, so I have time until I get it fixed. Good.
I saw the other vendors while I was there (the ones who share our stockroom). Everything was very light and friendly. They told me my friend has been released from the hospital so that is really good news.
I am about to do all 7 of the litter boxes and then maybe some laundry. No bed bug issues at this hotel so no rush on washing. We work tomorrow, I need to call the dentist, and I pick up Biscuit. Hopefully Tuesday I see the dentist.
Biscuit will be OK tonight at the vet. I am glad he does do OK at the vet and I don't have to worry about him in the box, blocked, trying to pee, getting horribly ill and then dying in agony while I'm gone. I am glad they love on him and enjoy him so much. At worst he tolerates it.
He didn't ask to be sick and I am nothing if not loyal, I will always take care of him. I will miss him today but I had no idea when I'd get home and I didn't want to make someone work on their day off, assuming they would even do that.
That's it for now.
The most important thing
We stopped at a McDonald's on the way back and I got Cleo a burger. I thought I would film her eating one and did just that. Remember Cleo is the smaller cat with brighter colors, into the burger. Mama cat wants to eat but doesn't want beef.
Saturday, October 26, 2019
So I made the weekly phone call
Mentioned my tooth, admittedly looking for sympathy. My stepmother tells me to pull it.
She signed up to get 4 of my teeth pulled when I was 12. I had to have 4 more (wisdom) pulled age 19. I don't have many left!
Last note, she didn't say this on FB where the "good" friends and family could read. Trying to rise above.
I MISS MY CATS!
Finished for the day
Back in our room. I miss the cats. Tooth is killing me but enough ibuprofen to get home.
They are loving Biscuit
At the vet. They are petting him bald and spoiling him rotten.
Heard the speeches. Did the trade show. Toothache is killing me but functional. I will be glad when I'm back home.
Excruciating
Toothache pain started last night. It is hell. Advil helped a little but not much.
Very little sleep. Glad we did the important networking when I felt better.
Where are the pliers? I will pull it myself!
Friday, October 25, 2019
Let's see if we can get it to work
Having blogger issues. At the hotel but they are making emergency repairs to the room. Ron's back is killing him.
Almost ready to go
Ron woke up, I got him ready. Everyone took their pills, and is bringing them.
The bags are loaded and I am just waiting to stuff Biscuit in his carrier. He likes to sleep under the bed so he is probably there.
I cleaned Ron's leg and covered it with a bandage, I brought some first aid supplies so I can keep tending him.
A cold front came in so we will need our jackets but I have them.
I am going to log out of Google after I reply to a comment, if someone gets my computer they will not get my account.
The bags are loaded and I am just waiting to stuff Biscuit in his carrier. He likes to sleep under the bed so he is probably there.
I cleaned Ron's leg and covered it with a bandage, I brought some first aid supplies so I can keep tending him.
A cold front came in so we will need our jackets but I have them.
I am going to log out of Google after I reply to a comment, if someone gets my computer they will not get my account.
Does anyone give a damn?
I was thinking today about Mike, the guy who had a stroke on Monday. By all accounts last I heard he is doing well. I am very happy for him, but very sorry it happened.
I was thinking it is great he has a devoted wife and son, a supportive extended family. Sometimes I tell my cats they are a "family favorite" and that applies to Mike.
Then I got to thinking about someone else. He told me once, about 20 years ago, he wanted a wife like me, devoted and loyal. Yet he single handedly sabotaged every chance at it and will now likely die alone or in some hellhole nursing home. But that's the life he chose.
He always thought he deserved a "better" woman. When I gained weight Ron wasn't happy but he's accepted it and chooses to look at things like my intelligence and loyalty instead. The other guy likely would have cheated and then left me for someone "he deserved". Ron cares about the inside. I am a GOOD caregiver for him and devoted to him and the cats. You can't buy that - and the other guy tried.
But when you have sugar daddy arrangements the sugar baby always runs off when the money dries up or things get rough. It's the wife who sticks around.
I remember I was on a head injury caregiver message board - you have got to love the internet. One woman was talking about the typical bad behavior (short temper, no filter, etc) and said she was done, she was "only" living with him and "I didn't sign up for this" and left, taking their child. I can only imagine the patient did not do well after that.
I met another guy with a head injury, at the gym. He came up to me and started pestering me one day. I felt sorry for him because he did have a head injury and very apparent damage to his skull - even if he hadn't told me I would have seen it. He was married at the time of the accident but she left him. He was childlike and a little obsessed with sex, the gym was a really bad environment for him because it is very sexualized. But he had some issues so she left him.
Then I look at people like my aunt. My uncle had a very nasty stroke about 30 years ago but she stood with him and helped him recover. Like me, I don't think she could have seen herself walking away. She has been a good example for me for a lot of reasons, this being one of them.
And I started thinking about the sugar daddy and how he wants a loyal and dedicated woman - but she has to be "good enough" and "deserve" him. You go at it with that attitude you will die alone. But he told us (we didn't want to hear it) fantasies about how he would sexually exploit married women if he won the lotto and stuff like that - just really degrading view of women. It is not surprising they pick up on that and avoid him.
He wanted a strong and independent women but he also wanted a sexually submissive woman as well. I don't think you get both.
And Mike may be laid up in the hospital but his family is with him, I guess that is really it - when you are stricken does anyone give a damn?
I was thinking it is great he has a devoted wife and son, a supportive extended family. Sometimes I tell my cats they are a "family favorite" and that applies to Mike.
Then I got to thinking about someone else. He told me once, about 20 years ago, he wanted a wife like me, devoted and loyal. Yet he single handedly sabotaged every chance at it and will now likely die alone or in some hellhole nursing home. But that's the life he chose.
He always thought he deserved a "better" woman. When I gained weight Ron wasn't happy but he's accepted it and chooses to look at things like my intelligence and loyalty instead. The other guy likely would have cheated and then left me for someone "he deserved". Ron cares about the inside. I am a GOOD caregiver for him and devoted to him and the cats. You can't buy that - and the other guy tried.
But when you have sugar daddy arrangements the sugar baby always runs off when the money dries up or things get rough. It's the wife who sticks around.
I remember I was on a head injury caregiver message board - you have got to love the internet. One woman was talking about the typical bad behavior (short temper, no filter, etc) and said she was done, she was "only" living with him and "I didn't sign up for this" and left, taking their child. I can only imagine the patient did not do well after that.
I met another guy with a head injury, at the gym. He came up to me and started pestering me one day. I felt sorry for him because he did have a head injury and very apparent damage to his skull - even if he hadn't told me I would have seen it. He was married at the time of the accident but she left him. He was childlike and a little obsessed with sex, the gym was a really bad environment for him because it is very sexualized. But he had some issues so she left him.
Then I look at people like my aunt. My uncle had a very nasty stroke about 30 years ago but she stood with him and helped him recover. Like me, I don't think she could have seen herself walking away. She has been a good example for me for a lot of reasons, this being one of them.
And I started thinking about the sugar daddy and how he wants a loyal and dedicated woman - but she has to be "good enough" and "deserve" him. You go at it with that attitude you will die alone. But he told us (we didn't want to hear it) fantasies about how he would sexually exploit married women if he won the lotto and stuff like that - just really degrading view of women. It is not surprising they pick up on that and avoid him.
He wanted a strong and independent women but he also wanted a sexually submissive woman as well. I don't think you get both.
And Mike may be laid up in the hospital but his family is with him, I guess that is really it - when you are stricken does anyone give a damn?
Early Friday
I had trouble sleeping last night. I had Biscuit, last night - not tonight. Tonight he will be in a cage at the vet and I will be miles away.
I also developed a nasty headache. Not fun. The Excedrin did a good job (I have more, in my bag). I fed the cats and put my pillowcase in Biscuit's bag. He can sleep on something that smells like me. I also plan to bring his towel but he is on it right now.
Ron is asleep, when he wakes up I will give him his motion sickness medication. That will be super important. Doc also said a low dose aspirin would be a good idea for him so I will try to give him one of those as well.
I just need to clean the boxes (coming up) and take a shower, get Ron ready and put Biscuit and his towel ready for the vet.
Cleo let me pet her a little bit is skittish today. That's OK, she is letting me pet her more and more. I love hos she polishes my ankles in the morning when she wants her food. It's adorable.
Most of the cats are running around and playing right now, they are happy I gave them a can of salmon with probiotics on top.
I also developed a nasty headache. Not fun. The Excedrin did a good job (I have more, in my bag). I fed the cats and put my pillowcase in Biscuit's bag. He can sleep on something that smells like me. I also plan to bring his towel but he is on it right now.
Ron is asleep, when he wakes up I will give him his motion sickness medication. That will be super important. Doc also said a low dose aspirin would be a good idea for him so I will try to give him one of those as well.
I just need to clean the boxes (coming up) and take a shower, get Ron ready and put Biscuit and his towel ready for the vet.
Cleo let me pet her a little bit is skittish today. That's OK, she is letting me pet her more and more. I love hos she polishes my ankles in the morning when she wants her food. It's adorable.
Most of the cats are running around and playing right now, they are happy I gave them a can of salmon with probiotics on top.
Thursday, October 24, 2019
A quick note
I will be posting tomorrow morning but will be out of town after that.
The Blogger app is pretty cool but does not allow me to read comments, I can only do that on a desktop and clearly not wanting to use a public computer.
SO I will be posting but won't be able to read comments. I will be posting tomorrow morning if at all possible.
The Blogger app is pretty cool but does not allow me to read comments, I can only do that on a desktop and clearly not wanting to use a public computer.
SO I will be posting but won't be able to read comments. I will be posting tomorrow morning if at all possible.
Thursday early evening
I used to have 3 different formulas for 3 cats. Then I got Mama's family.
It is virtually impossible to keep an adult cat from eating kitten food, it's just delicious. And certainly not good for a kitten to eat senior formula (I forget who did that).
So I came up with Special Blend. I have 1/3 Royal Canin adult because most of them are adults. 1/3 Meow Mix basted bites (for flavor), and 1/3 kitten food (the hope being it will nourish the kittens without fattening the adults too much).
Everyone seems to enjoy eating it. Biscuit's food is of course everyone's favorite because it is so expensive. I want to leave out a lot of food for the cats so I had to mix a new batch. I got the three bags and started.
I have a 10 pound canister that locks and keeps things fresh. I put a scoop of each and then would blend with a long handled spoon periodically. I made up about 10 pounds. That should hold me for a while.
I plan to keep feeding kitten food until about February, when they will be about a year old. I was happy to see the Meow mix bag (the basted flavor 11 pound sack) had a mylar lining to keep it fresh. I didn't notice the kitten food. And of course the Royal Canin comes in royal packaging with mylar and a zip fresh seal.
When the kittens hit a year I will do half each of the Meow Mix and the Royal Canin.
Ron is asleep. My aunt called and wanted to know our plans for tomorrow, I don't know what Ron wants. It is so hard for him to sleep I hate to wake him up. She understood.
I apologized, we have more stuff than I would like but it is just impossible to cut it. Just my medication alone...
Oh, I just had a bad scare. I got a confirmation email from the hotel for my ONE night. I freaked out, called the hotel, it is 2. But a bad moment.
As I was sitting at my desk going through my email I could tell someone had used the litter box behind me (it's the hopping place to poop, right by my desk in the big box). I had a look, Mama cat. She has had digestive trouble since we adopted her but no infection. I was beginning to think that was just how it would be.
BUT I looked at the result and MUCH better than before! The probiotics seem to be doing a really good job for them. I think they just didn't have good bacteria in their guts (her and the kids). Now that is changing. Biscuit is sure doing great in that department but I already talked about it.
If I love the cats I had better care about, and monitor, their health. Ron can't do it, it is on me. I never thought I would be feeding the cats supplements but they work. I would do anything for my cats.
Torbie could undoubtably use some glucosamine but has refused every treat with it. I won't give her pills, she hates them. So she can limp along without, I'm not going to rape her. It would have been great if I found a treat that worked, though.
Biscuit has his special treats which he does love, and his special food. I forget who but an ancient doctor once said "Let food be your medicine" and it is good advice.
I have plenty of his food for his stay at the vet, probiotics, and his treats because he is just that cute they will want to give him something. I will take his towel, too, I already talked about that. He does love the towel.
I am just waiting for the dryer to finish and then I will fix up Ron's pants for tomorrow, and also fold up the spare that is coming with us. I already have our tshirts and underwear. Just finished the pants portion.
That's it for now.
It is virtually impossible to keep an adult cat from eating kitten food, it's just delicious. And certainly not good for a kitten to eat senior formula (I forget who did that).
So I came up with Special Blend. I have 1/3 Royal Canin adult because most of them are adults. 1/3 Meow Mix basted bites (for flavor), and 1/3 kitten food (the hope being it will nourish the kittens without fattening the adults too much).
Everyone seems to enjoy eating it. Biscuit's food is of course everyone's favorite because it is so expensive. I want to leave out a lot of food for the cats so I had to mix a new batch. I got the three bags and started.
I have a 10 pound canister that locks and keeps things fresh. I put a scoop of each and then would blend with a long handled spoon periodically. I made up about 10 pounds. That should hold me for a while.
I plan to keep feeding kitten food until about February, when they will be about a year old. I was happy to see the Meow mix bag (the basted flavor 11 pound sack) had a mylar lining to keep it fresh. I didn't notice the kitten food. And of course the Royal Canin comes in royal packaging with mylar and a zip fresh seal.
When the kittens hit a year I will do half each of the Meow Mix and the Royal Canin.
Ron is asleep. My aunt called and wanted to know our plans for tomorrow, I don't know what Ron wants. It is so hard for him to sleep I hate to wake him up. She understood.
I apologized, we have more stuff than I would like but it is just impossible to cut it. Just my medication alone...
Oh, I just had a bad scare. I got a confirmation email from the hotel for my ONE night. I freaked out, called the hotel, it is 2. But a bad moment.
As I was sitting at my desk going through my email I could tell someone had used the litter box behind me (it's the hopping place to poop, right by my desk in the big box). I had a look, Mama cat. She has had digestive trouble since we adopted her but no infection. I was beginning to think that was just how it would be.
BUT I looked at the result and MUCH better than before! The probiotics seem to be doing a really good job for them. I think they just didn't have good bacteria in their guts (her and the kids). Now that is changing. Biscuit is sure doing great in that department but I already talked about it.
If I love the cats I had better care about, and monitor, their health. Ron can't do it, it is on me. I never thought I would be feeding the cats supplements but they work. I would do anything for my cats.
Torbie could undoubtably use some glucosamine but has refused every treat with it. I won't give her pills, she hates them. So she can limp along without, I'm not going to rape her. It would have been great if I found a treat that worked, though.
Biscuit has his special treats which he does love, and his special food. I forget who but an ancient doctor once said "Let food be your medicine" and it is good advice.
I have plenty of his food for his stay at the vet, probiotics, and his treats because he is just that cute they will want to give him something. I will take his towel, too, I already talked about that. He does love the towel.
I am just waiting for the dryer to finish and then I will fix up Ron's pants for tomorrow, and also fold up the spare that is coming with us. I already have our tshirts and underwear. Just finished the pants portion.
That's it for now.
Thursday noon
I tried sleeping with my bedroom door shut last night, but got so terribly lonely I opened it after 15 minutes.
I have had several cat doors, and kept the "locks" to all of them, the door that slides down and locks. I had an additional lock so I tried it on the cat flap before I opened the door. I heard a lot of meowing last night, a lot, and normally they are quiet but they wanted out, especially Mama. I heard a lot of racket at the pet door, but every time I woke up the door was still locked.
So I solved it for now. I had Spotty, Biscuit, and Torbie sleep with me which was wonderful. Since I didn't sleep well last night I slept in until around 8.
I got on the computer for a while, took a shower, talked to Ron a little bit. I noted his bandage had gotten wrinkled. I took it off and the skin looked MUCH better. Silvex is what I used. You can get a tube at Walmart for $8. I was skeptical but it really did the job.
I was happy about that. I went to Walmart. First thing I got my pills, about $60 for all of them, I checked them to make sure they were right - they were. I put them in my backpack.
We are traveling (I might as well say it) this weekend so I got some food. Money is very tight so I got some shelf stable snack foods. I found a vegan protein shake for me, no dairy and no chocolate.
Ron kept saying we could order a pizza. He does not process the fact the lithium toxicity gave me a horrible case of lactose intolerance. The last thing I want to do is spend the night in the bathroom.
I called the vet and asked if the office cat needed treats. She said yes, they can always use more treats. So I got the kind she likes. Yes, I know the office cat likes Friskies Party Mix chicken flavor. Biscuit will be packing his own treats in addition to his cans of wet food and a ziplock of dry, AND his probiotics and scent soaker. I have had a towel in the bed for a few nights for him, he likes to sleep on it, that is coming with us. He may pee on it again but so what, these are cat towels. I only use them for the cats and wash them pretty frequently.
I got a nice card for Mike, "God is with you in this and I care about you". I thought that would be good for his family. I will give it to his brother Monday. It took me a while to find the right card.
I had a short wait in line, everyone is broke right now so I had an easy time. I paid and went to McDonald's. Ron had said he wanted chicken nuggets. I wanted a hamburger. I felt like such a pain ordering my food, no onion, no mustard, no cheese, just meat, ketchup, and bread. I said I had an allergy and she nodded.
I do, sort of. I called Arturo once I had the food in hand and he headed back.
I had enough time to eat my burger. I did not want to eat a burger in front of Cleo, she would be hurt I didn't share. And who would have thought that would be an issue back in August?
Arturo showed about the time I finished, and we went home. Ron was drunk. He was a little annoying and was doing his Occupy:Kitchen thing.
I packed the food bag for us, it is pretty light. I have salty snacks for us, some protein drinks, granola bars for both of us, etc. I brought instant drink mix. I don't want to hassle with soda. If I can get it there, great, but I would rather just mix up some lemonade.
I laid down for a little bit and Biscuit joined me, he is such a sweet boy. Ron bugged me and woke me right as I was falling asleep so I had to get up to help him.
I don't mind helping him but I get really annoyed when I tell him "It is there" and he acts like he doesn't know, later. I TOLD YOU. Very frustrating. He also said he feels like his legs are getting weaker and I suggested we do some physical therapy exercises from his book (they sent us home with a book of exercises).
"You won't bring me alcohol if I can't get out of bed" he said. And I agreed with him.
After that I was up so I said hell with it and did a load of clothes. I am washing his pants in antibacterial stuff (Lysol laundry sanitizer) every couple days even though he is wearing a bandage. He said he wants 2 pairs of pants so I did that. I had some other stuff like all human beings who wear clothes and put that in too. It should be done with the wash part in about 5 minutes.
My bag is pretty well packed, we will have to do 2 backpacks and a tote bag for the food, no getting around that. I tried but we need too much stuff. I brought my prescriptions in their original bottles in case I get sick they will know what I'm taking. I am taking some Kratom for Ron as well - and yes it is legal there. That would suck if I got arrested.
Ron has home care supplies and toiletries he will need to be presentable. He told me recently he feels "short" sitting in the wheelchair, that everyone is looming over him. Interesting even blind he would know that.
I am going to go work on the packing and finish my laundry.
I have had several cat doors, and kept the "locks" to all of them, the door that slides down and locks. I had an additional lock so I tried it on the cat flap before I opened the door. I heard a lot of meowing last night, a lot, and normally they are quiet but they wanted out, especially Mama. I heard a lot of racket at the pet door, but every time I woke up the door was still locked.
So I solved it for now. I had Spotty, Biscuit, and Torbie sleep with me which was wonderful. Since I didn't sleep well last night I slept in until around 8.
I got on the computer for a while, took a shower, talked to Ron a little bit. I noted his bandage had gotten wrinkled. I took it off and the skin looked MUCH better. Silvex is what I used. You can get a tube at Walmart for $8. I was skeptical but it really did the job.
I was happy about that. I went to Walmart. First thing I got my pills, about $60 for all of them, I checked them to make sure they were right - they were. I put them in my backpack.
We are traveling (I might as well say it) this weekend so I got some food. Money is very tight so I got some shelf stable snack foods. I found a vegan protein shake for me, no dairy and no chocolate.
Ron kept saying we could order a pizza. He does not process the fact the lithium toxicity gave me a horrible case of lactose intolerance. The last thing I want to do is spend the night in the bathroom.
I called the vet and asked if the office cat needed treats. She said yes, they can always use more treats. So I got the kind she likes. Yes, I know the office cat likes Friskies Party Mix chicken flavor. Biscuit will be packing his own treats in addition to his cans of wet food and a ziplock of dry, AND his probiotics and scent soaker. I have had a towel in the bed for a few nights for him, he likes to sleep on it, that is coming with us. He may pee on it again but so what, these are cat towels. I only use them for the cats and wash them pretty frequently.
I got a nice card for Mike, "God is with you in this and I care about you". I thought that would be good for his family. I will give it to his brother Monday. It took me a while to find the right card.
I had a short wait in line, everyone is broke right now so I had an easy time. I paid and went to McDonald's. Ron had said he wanted chicken nuggets. I wanted a hamburger. I felt like such a pain ordering my food, no onion, no mustard, no cheese, just meat, ketchup, and bread. I said I had an allergy and she nodded.
I do, sort of. I called Arturo once I had the food in hand and he headed back.
I had enough time to eat my burger. I did not want to eat a burger in front of Cleo, she would be hurt I didn't share. And who would have thought that would be an issue back in August?
Arturo showed about the time I finished, and we went home. Ron was drunk. He was a little annoying and was doing his Occupy:Kitchen thing.
I packed the food bag for us, it is pretty light. I have salty snacks for us, some protein drinks, granola bars for both of us, etc. I brought instant drink mix. I don't want to hassle with soda. If I can get it there, great, but I would rather just mix up some lemonade.
I laid down for a little bit and Biscuit joined me, he is such a sweet boy. Ron bugged me and woke me right as I was falling asleep so I had to get up to help him.
I don't mind helping him but I get really annoyed when I tell him "It is there" and he acts like he doesn't know, later. I TOLD YOU. Very frustrating. He also said he feels like his legs are getting weaker and I suggested we do some physical therapy exercises from his book (they sent us home with a book of exercises).
"You won't bring me alcohol if I can't get out of bed" he said. And I agreed with him.
After that I was up so I said hell with it and did a load of clothes. I am washing his pants in antibacterial stuff (Lysol laundry sanitizer) every couple days even though he is wearing a bandage. He said he wants 2 pairs of pants so I did that. I had some other stuff like all human beings who wear clothes and put that in too. It should be done with the wash part in about 5 minutes.
My bag is pretty well packed, we will have to do 2 backpacks and a tote bag for the food, no getting around that. I tried but we need too much stuff. I brought my prescriptions in their original bottles in case I get sick they will know what I'm taking. I am taking some Kratom for Ron as well - and yes it is legal there. That would suck if I got arrested.
Ron has home care supplies and toiletries he will need to be presentable. He told me recently he feels "short" sitting in the wheelchair, that everyone is looming over him. Interesting even blind he would know that.
I am going to go work on the packing and finish my laundry.
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Most of Wednesday
Well, the doctor was impressed with me and said so when I gave a partial medical history for Ron. I knew TBI, coup-contracoup, hemmorhagic, etc.
I went to work, first, though. We did that, did the heck out of it. The other vendors came in and told me Mike has made an amazing turn around and is talking. He will be laid up for a while, though.
Still, good to hear. I know he is looking forward to going home, he has a special little lap cat.
We came home and I laid down for a little bit (about an hour). I had locked the cat door, a panel slides down over the door. I heard Mama cat pawing at it and heard some very loud, proud, summoning meows "Come here I have something good".
When I got up she had lifted the lock panel by about 4 inches and slid out, taking Spotty with her. Well, shit.
I got Ron as ready as I could. He absolutely forbade me from mentioning his leg to the doctor and it is his body, so I didn't. We caught our ride and got there in a timely manner.
The waiting room seemed to be aches and pains, I didn't see anyone overtly contagious. One guy limped around a lot in front of the staff, but moved pretty quickly when they weren't looking. I found that telling.
They called us in and the medical assistant knew us through her mother. She got the history of the problem and went back out. The doctor came in, a very nice man we both immediately liked.
They cleared up the ear wax issue. Doc also noted Ron does not have great circulation in his legs and we discussed that. I asked if I could put Ron on a baby aspirin every day, he said sure, but it was not as good as the clot busters. Ron flatly refused to take them and with his alcohol history probably a good idea.
Ron told the doctor he wants to be DNR so they made that happen, it is official now. I don't have an issue with that. I got a copy for my aunt, who is our local next of kin.
I will see her Friday and give her our copy. Ron didn't want to talk about his leg and wasn't running a fever so I didn't push it.
We left, I went to Starbucks, leaving him somewhere safe.
We ended up calling a cab to come home, it would have been a long wait otherwise. I was also able to run though a drive-through (for me), and Ron went to the liquor store.
We came home. I took my pills. I need to clean the boxes but the cats keep using them. Frustrating, but I did see Biscuit have a normal bowel movement which means his infection IS totally cleaned up. Everyone's solids seem to be better on the probiotics. I will continue that probably long term.
We did OK most of the day but did a little biting and snapping at each other when we got home.
We shut the door to the bedroom so the cats REALLY can't get out. They will be unhappy about it and most likely make a racket tonight but they will be safe. The bedroom door will remain shut while we're gone.
Ron called our handyman although I think the "securing" job is beyond handyman level. I think we need a chain link fence enclosure. We will see.
Like Ron told the handyman, we won't be able to do this for a while so I will just have to keep the door shut.
I plan to go to bed early, but I have got to clean those boxes.
I went to work, first, though. We did that, did the heck out of it. The other vendors came in and told me Mike has made an amazing turn around and is talking. He will be laid up for a while, though.
Still, good to hear. I know he is looking forward to going home, he has a special little lap cat.
We came home and I laid down for a little bit (about an hour). I had locked the cat door, a panel slides down over the door. I heard Mama cat pawing at it and heard some very loud, proud, summoning meows "Come here I have something good".
When I got up she had lifted the lock panel by about 4 inches and slid out, taking Spotty with her. Well, shit.
I got Ron as ready as I could. He absolutely forbade me from mentioning his leg to the doctor and it is his body, so I didn't. We caught our ride and got there in a timely manner.
The waiting room seemed to be aches and pains, I didn't see anyone overtly contagious. One guy limped around a lot in front of the staff, but moved pretty quickly when they weren't looking. I found that telling.
They called us in and the medical assistant knew us through her mother. She got the history of the problem and went back out. The doctor came in, a very nice man we both immediately liked.
They cleared up the ear wax issue. Doc also noted Ron does not have great circulation in his legs and we discussed that. I asked if I could put Ron on a baby aspirin every day, he said sure, but it was not as good as the clot busters. Ron flatly refused to take them and with his alcohol history probably a good idea.
Ron told the doctor he wants to be DNR so they made that happen, it is official now. I don't have an issue with that. I got a copy for my aunt, who is our local next of kin.
I will see her Friday and give her our copy. Ron didn't want to talk about his leg and wasn't running a fever so I didn't push it.
We left, I went to Starbucks, leaving him somewhere safe.
We ended up calling a cab to come home, it would have been a long wait otherwise. I was also able to run though a drive-through (for me), and Ron went to the liquor store.
We came home. I took my pills. I need to clean the boxes but the cats keep using them. Frustrating, but I did see Biscuit have a normal bowel movement which means his infection IS totally cleaned up. Everyone's solids seem to be better on the probiotics. I will continue that probably long term.
We did OK most of the day but did a little biting and snapping at each other when we got home.
We shut the door to the bedroom so the cats REALLY can't get out. They will be unhappy about it and most likely make a racket tonight but they will be safe. The bedroom door will remain shut while we're gone.
Ron called our handyman although I think the "securing" job is beyond handyman level. I think we need a chain link fence enclosure. We will see.
Like Ron told the handyman, we won't be able to do this for a while so I will just have to keep the door shut.
I plan to go to bed early, but I have got to clean those boxes.
Mama Cat
Burst through the locked cat door and got Spotty to join her on an adventure. I plan to talk to chain link fencing guys next week.
Ron got his ear cleaned and did a DNR at the doctor.
Here is an image of the cat door:
The panel slides up and down, she managed to slide it up.
Here is an image of the cat door:
The panel slides up and down, she managed to slide it up.
He's not dead
I finally heard: he made a miracle recovery and is doing well in the hospital.
So he's not dead. Sounds like he has some physical issues but OK mentally and talking.
So he's not dead. Sounds like he has some physical issues but OK mentally and talking.
Internet is down
Biscuit got his last dose of antibiotics. I will start him on probiotics this afternoon. Other cats and Ron are great.
Took my antidepressant early as I will likely hear my friend died. Did not sleep well but rested enough.
Edit: internet is back so going to work now.
Edit: internet is back so going to work now.
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Tuesday Evening
I cleaned Ron's leg - apparently they want you to cover burns/wounds now so I did that even though I think it looks "better" out in the air. But it does protect the wound. I used the iodine and then the silver ointment, and covered with an antibacterial bandage. That is what I find again and again for advice... so I'm doing it - seems counterintiutive.
Ron's other leg problems healed better dry, it seemed. Moist they just got infected no matter how I sterilized. I will ask the doctor tomorrow.
I got him to eat, even, a bowl of chicken fajita meat and a slice of cheddar cheese. That is a good amount of protein right there.
I gave Cleo a bite of meat, she was very excited when she saw me take the bag out of the fridge (I put it in a ziplock). She sure loves her hamburger.
It seems to love her back, as well. Apparently a lot of cats can't do beef but she can.
The cats got their probiotic, I did Ron's leg and got him to eat. He is going to the doctor tomorrow after work.
I will be glad when his leg is healed.
I am going to bed early, tomorrow at work I will likely get the bad news about my friend. I have a condolence card in that case. I am glad I did not see him Monday, I can remember him active and healthy on Friday.
Or he may still be alive, you never know. They told the driver who hit Ron that Ron would surely die that day and we all know he did not.
Ron was impressed the man is leaving us alone now, I said he didn't really have a choice, if the UNION comes to you and asks you not to do something you had better not. I did not tell Ron the next step would have been notifying the on site police force of the harassment, because, as I told Ron, there is ZERO reason for him to interact with us and absolutely no reason to stalk/harass us.
"He feels guilty". He SHOULD. And that is a PERSONAL problem better addressed with counseling.
You would think it would be the other way around, me bothering him for what he did. But I am happy to live my life without seeing him. Anyway, happy that is all done with.
We should be done pretty early tomorrow. That will be nice if it works out. Then the doctor, I hope there are not too many infectious people. I will make sure Ron takes an additional Vitamin C before/after our visit.
I got a text my medication is in so I will get that Thursday.
The cats are good. Biscuit has been hissing a little at the new guys but I think that is just a reaction to losing his cat cage. Everyone seems to be getting on pretty well.
Ron's other leg problems healed better dry, it seemed. Moist they just got infected no matter how I sterilized. I will ask the doctor tomorrow.
I got him to eat, even, a bowl of chicken fajita meat and a slice of cheddar cheese. That is a good amount of protein right there.
I gave Cleo a bite of meat, she was very excited when she saw me take the bag out of the fridge (I put it in a ziplock). She sure loves her hamburger.
It seems to love her back, as well. Apparently a lot of cats can't do beef but she can.
The cats got their probiotic, I did Ron's leg and got him to eat. He is going to the doctor tomorrow after work.
I will be glad when his leg is healed.
I am going to bed early, tomorrow at work I will likely get the bad news about my friend. I have a condolence card in that case. I am glad I did not see him Monday, I can remember him active and healthy on Friday.
Or he may still be alive, you never know. They told the driver who hit Ron that Ron would surely die that day and we all know he did not.
Ron was impressed the man is leaving us alone now, I said he didn't really have a choice, if the UNION comes to you and asks you not to do something you had better not. I did not tell Ron the next step would have been notifying the on site police force of the harassment, because, as I told Ron, there is ZERO reason for him to interact with us and absolutely no reason to stalk/harass us.
"He feels guilty". He SHOULD. And that is a PERSONAL problem better addressed with counseling.
You would think it would be the other way around, me bothering him for what he did. But I am happy to live my life without seeing him. Anyway, happy that is all done with.
We should be done pretty early tomorrow. That will be nice if it works out. Then the doctor, I hope there are not too many infectious people. I will make sure Ron takes an additional Vitamin C before/after our visit.
I got a text my medication is in so I will get that Thursday.
The cats are good. Biscuit has been hissing a little at the new guys but I think that is just a reaction to losing his cat cage. Everyone seems to be getting on pretty well.
Tuesday Afternoon
Well Ron called in a Dr appointment for himself, for tomorrow "for my ear". I mentioned I will have the doctor look at his leg and he said it "wasn't that bad". He has felt it (I saw him). I don't see how he can reach that conclusion. It seems to be healing OK but wouldn't it be better if we could bootstrap some antibiotics to be sure?
Our interactions were pretty unremarkable otherwise. I did see the kittens' father. I figured it had to be a big orange tabby tom and I was right. Now, I didn't do a DNA test but he looks a whole lot like Spotty. Just bigger. Someone said I should neuter him and I'm like -with what money?
I barely had enough money to give my Walmart driver $5. Oh, by the way, I was having a really glum morning but the driver said I was "The best house, ever" and I thought that was great. That helped perk me up a little.
So I got everything (including some silver gel that is supposedly very good for burns), put it away. I even got a new toaster (I will keep it unplugged when I am not using it). I used the toaster once I put everything away and it performed. I unplugged it after I finished.
I haven't done Ron's leg yet but I will, use the iodine, put the silver, then an antibacterial bandage. I also found Biscuit and gave him his breakfast, and the antibiotic. He will be done tomorrow. Then I start the probiotics, which seem to be a big hit with Mama's 3. That is good as they can be a little runny at times (sorry!).
Ron made our trips for tomorrow. One way to work, Arturo home (because we don't know when the delivery will arrive), then paratransit to and from the doctor. I also have my prescriptions ready at Walmart and will likely get them Thursday. They are only $60 thank you Mr President. The other guy my pills were $200 so a definite difference, and self pay all the way both times.
That is the end of my politics.
I saw the kitten's father when I was taking out the trash, he was very confident and clearly someone's pet. I had insane expenses this month or I'd have fixed Spotty, and I absolutely plan to first chance I get some money next month (right after fixing the cat cage). Biscuit is really missing his cage. I would have thought it would be the new guys but they are happy as long as I let them in the (closed) garage. Biscuit wants to be outside and the weather is so nice I can't blame him. BUT I can't afford for him to get sick again, hurt, or worse.
I will get it. It just means I sit in that plastic lawn chair when I watch TV, for a while yet. A new chair can be my Christmas present. :p Not whining, just stating facts. The chair holds me up and I like the wide arms, I can put stuff on them which I couldn't do before.
First world problems. I took a nap and woke up with a very sore chest, I think it is partially emotional and maybe I strained something bringing the litter in the garage. I took some aspirin. Ron is awake and I just heard him take his pain pills. I will do his leg in about an hour when they are at maximum effectiveness. No sense torturing the man.
That is one thing about his back, no matter what he has done to me he does not deserve to feel like that, ever.
I just need to see if I have a condolence card for Mike's wife, if he has died I can fill that out and leave it for his brother to get to her. Let me go do that.
I liked the cards we got after Ron's accident but we kept getting the same card from different people - it was lovely but I thought that was funny. I never said a word until now.
I found them. They were right on the bookcase, and these are an older vintage (about 10 years) so not likely to have a duplicate. If they tell me he died I fill one out and leave it for his wife. If he is still alive I bring it home.
And I am lactating. Not much but annoying, it is a side effect of my antipsychotic. The drug works and is safe so I'm not going to bitch about a drop of milk. Interesting to know they work, even at my age (40's).
I gave Ron some kratom and juice (separately) and will clean his leg in about an hour. He is happy. Mama cat was a beggar until I put out some dry for her, she had some of that and shut up. She also stopped laying next to me so I can't feed them, I guess, if I want company.
My mood is OK considering. I got some non dairy ice cream to eat later with my pills, probably do that after I do Ron's leg.
I will be glad when I no longer have to do Ron's leg. I sure learned my lesson about TV dinners.
Our interactions were pretty unremarkable otherwise. I did see the kittens' father. I figured it had to be a big orange tabby tom and I was right. Now, I didn't do a DNA test but he looks a whole lot like Spotty. Just bigger. Someone said I should neuter him and I'm like -with what money?
I barely had enough money to give my Walmart driver $5. Oh, by the way, I was having a really glum morning but the driver said I was "The best house, ever" and I thought that was great. That helped perk me up a little.
So I got everything (including some silver gel that is supposedly very good for burns), put it away. I even got a new toaster (I will keep it unplugged when I am not using it). I used the toaster once I put everything away and it performed. I unplugged it after I finished.
I haven't done Ron's leg yet but I will, use the iodine, put the silver, then an antibacterial bandage. I also found Biscuit and gave him his breakfast, and the antibiotic. He will be done tomorrow. Then I start the probiotics, which seem to be a big hit with Mama's 3. That is good as they can be a little runny at times (sorry!).
Ron made our trips for tomorrow. One way to work, Arturo home (because we don't know when the delivery will arrive), then paratransit to and from the doctor. I also have my prescriptions ready at Walmart and will likely get them Thursday. They are only $60 thank you Mr President. The other guy my pills were $200 so a definite difference, and self pay all the way both times.
That is the end of my politics.
I saw the kitten's father when I was taking out the trash, he was very confident and clearly someone's pet. I had insane expenses this month or I'd have fixed Spotty, and I absolutely plan to first chance I get some money next month (right after fixing the cat cage). Biscuit is really missing his cage. I would have thought it would be the new guys but they are happy as long as I let them in the (closed) garage. Biscuit wants to be outside and the weather is so nice I can't blame him. BUT I can't afford for him to get sick again, hurt, or worse.
I will get it. It just means I sit in that plastic lawn chair when I watch TV, for a while yet. A new chair can be my Christmas present. :p Not whining, just stating facts. The chair holds me up and I like the wide arms, I can put stuff on them which I couldn't do before.
First world problems. I took a nap and woke up with a very sore chest, I think it is partially emotional and maybe I strained something bringing the litter in the garage. I took some aspirin. Ron is awake and I just heard him take his pain pills. I will do his leg in about an hour when they are at maximum effectiveness. No sense torturing the man.
That is one thing about his back, no matter what he has done to me he does not deserve to feel like that, ever.
I just need to see if I have a condolence card for Mike's wife, if he has died I can fill that out and leave it for his brother to get to her. Let me go do that.
I liked the cards we got after Ron's accident but we kept getting the same card from different people - it was lovely but I thought that was funny. I never said a word until now.
I found them. They were right on the bookcase, and these are an older vintage (about 10 years) so not likely to have a duplicate. If they tell me he died I fill one out and leave it for his wife. If he is still alive I bring it home.
And I am lactating. Not much but annoying, it is a side effect of my antipsychotic. The drug works and is safe so I'm not going to bitch about a drop of milk. Interesting to know they work, even at my age (40's).
I gave Ron some kratom and juice (separately) and will clean his leg in about an hour. He is happy. Mama cat was a beggar until I put out some dry for her, she had some of that and shut up. She also stopped laying next to me so I can't feed them, I guess, if I want company.
My mood is OK considering. I got some non dairy ice cream to eat later with my pills, probably do that after I do Ron's leg.
I will be glad when I no longer have to do Ron's leg. I sure learned my lesson about TV dinners.
Early Tuesday
Yesterday was brutal.
I lost a good confidante, with my life I feel much more comfortable confiding in a man. And we always kept it totally appropriate anyone could walk in any time. He actually cared about the answer when he asked how the cats were doing.
During a very bad spell with Ron he mentioned he had a vacant garage apartment, and encouraged me to "think of it" if I ever needed a place to go. That meant a lot.
That is gone now. And it was on a bus line.
I didn't sleep well last night, I had a dream his brother told me he had gone into witness protection. I was so happy when I woke up.
The really fun part about yesterday was Ron saying he was having trouble moving his legs. I asked him if he wanted to go to the doctor and he said no. He seems fine today. But his doctor did say he may need emergency surgery one day.
I have accepted that - I have to - but Ron MUST be at this conference. If he is not he WILL lose the business. So he's got to stay healthy until we're back. When we're back he's got to file the report and then he can do "whatever" until the next report is due.
So I didn't need that on top of the rest. To quote "Semester in the Life of a Garbage Bag" it made me feel like the trash bag in the old commercials, twisted and pulled in all directions to see when it will rip. That's pretty much exactly how I feel right now.
I just wish I could hear one way or another BUT one thing I really hated after Ron's accident: everyone calling to ask how he was. It got so bad I had to put messages on my voicemail, they could call and listen to the message, hang up. Apparently I had all sorts of people calling.
So I am not going to contact the family. I will see his coworkers tomorrow who will know.
I just feel like I can't process until I hear it. I just hope I handle it OK when I do hear.
I lost a good confidante, with my life I feel much more comfortable confiding in a man. And we always kept it totally appropriate anyone could walk in any time. He actually cared about the answer when he asked how the cats were doing.
During a very bad spell with Ron he mentioned he had a vacant garage apartment, and encouraged me to "think of it" if I ever needed a place to go. That meant a lot.
That is gone now. And it was on a bus line.
I didn't sleep well last night, I had a dream his brother told me he had gone into witness protection. I was so happy when I woke up.
The really fun part about yesterday was Ron saying he was having trouble moving his legs. I asked him if he wanted to go to the doctor and he said no. He seems fine today. But his doctor did say he may need emergency surgery one day.
I have accepted that - I have to - but Ron MUST be at this conference. If he is not he WILL lose the business. So he's got to stay healthy until we're back. When we're back he's got to file the report and then he can do "whatever" until the next report is due.
So I didn't need that on top of the rest. To quote "Semester in the Life of a Garbage Bag" it made me feel like the trash bag in the old commercials, twisted and pulled in all directions to see when it will rip. That's pretty much exactly how I feel right now.
I just wish I could hear one way or another BUT one thing I really hated after Ron's accident: everyone calling to ask how he was. It got so bad I had to put messages on my voicemail, they could call and listen to the message, hang up. Apparently I had all sorts of people calling.
So I am not going to contact the family. I will see his coworkers tomorrow who will know.
I just feel like I can't process until I hear it. I just hope I handle it OK when I do hear.
Monday, October 21, 2019
And here comes the depression
One thing that struck me about Mike was when he told me he knew a cheap cremation place. That was the one regret I had today - I pretty much said all the nice things I would have liked to say, that's a policy of mine - but I never got the name of the place and at the rate Ron is going I will need that number.
So I spent some time digging up (pardon the pun) a place and bookmarked it so, God forbid, when the day arrives I have a place to call. Then the depression started leaking in.
I am going to miss him. He was a good ally and listened without judging. I could tell him about a blackout of Ron's or something the cats did and he always listened.
He was also a hard worker and I feel we are going to miss him in that regard as well (he worked for the other vendor). The other people are just not as diligent.
On another note, I did try the probiotics on Mama & company. They ate them up, literally. So that's good. I ate and took my pills. I need to check the mail in about 10 minutes.
Once I do that I will clean the boxes and take that out. Then I can take off my bra.
Ron chose not to make an appointment for tomorrow. But he could still call and get worked in (it is a large practice), take a cab, if he wanted so I will be ready. He may choose to go Wednesday after we get our soda delivery, or Thursday.
I will keep doctoring the leg and I am getting him to eat a fair amount of protein + multivitamin and Vitamin C so hopefully that will turn the tide.
I hope I am able to - OK with the depression. I can handle some and remain functional but I hope it is not a big one. I will have to see.
I just have some heaviness and sadness which will not prevent me from remaining functional but it just goes to show how fast something can happen.
I am sure when Mike left his house this morning he had no idea he would never return.
So I spent some time digging up (pardon the pun) a place and bookmarked it so, God forbid, when the day arrives I have a place to call. Then the depression started leaking in.
I am going to miss him. He was a good ally and listened without judging. I could tell him about a blackout of Ron's or something the cats did and he always listened.
He was also a hard worker and I feel we are going to miss him in that regard as well (he worked for the other vendor). The other people are just not as diligent.
On another note, I did try the probiotics on Mama & company. They ate them up, literally. So that's good. I ate and took my pills. I need to check the mail in about 10 minutes.
Once I do that I will clean the boxes and take that out. Then I can take off my bra.
Ron chose not to make an appointment for tomorrow. But he could still call and get worked in (it is a large practice), take a cab, if he wanted so I will be ready. He may choose to go Wednesday after we get our soda delivery, or Thursday.
I will keep doctoring the leg and I am getting him to eat a fair amount of protein + multivitamin and Vitamin C so hopefully that will turn the tide.
I hope I am able to - OK with the depression. I can handle some and remain functional but I hope it is not a big one. I will have to see.
I just have some heaviness and sadness which will not prevent me from remaining functional but it just goes to show how fast something can happen.
I am sure when Mike left his house this morning he had no idea he would never return.
NIMBY
I am going to do it. I try to present myself in a good light, a hardworking, lighthearted, spiritual, dedicated, loyal, kind person but I have to get it out.
I don't want ignorant neighbors. I cannot ABIDE loud ignorant voices outside my window all hours of the day and night, late night drunken parties, loud music, taking my parking, kids running all over MY yard, etc. I stay on my side of the fence, you stay on yours. As far as we are both concerned the other one does not exist. We are both QUIET, respectful, considerate.
The most interaction we have is when you return a talking book that came to your box by mistake. That is my ideal.
Some things I have dealt with various neighbors.
I don't want ignorant neighbors. I cannot ABIDE loud ignorant voices outside my window all hours of the day and night, late night drunken parties, loud music, taking my parking, kids running all over MY yard, etc. I stay on my side of the fence, you stay on yours. As far as we are both concerned the other one does not exist. We are both QUIET, respectful, considerate.
The most interaction we have is when you return a talking book that came to your box by mistake. That is my ideal.
Some things I have dealt with various neighbors.
- Kids coming onto my property and tearing up my landscaping.
- Kids terrorizing my cat (every child that has lived near me has done this)
- Adults talking loudly outside late at night, that ignorant "shout at each other even though we are 3 feet apart" and NOT hard of hearing because I have spoken to them in normal tones and they heard me just fine.
- Late night and all night parties
- Adults trespassing on my property "just because"
- Adults bothering my drivers (parked in my driveway), kids rubbernecking.
- Throwing their trash onto my property
- Throwing items at the cat cage
- Wild dogs barking constantly day and night
- Dogs running loose
- Neglected dogs I had to call animal control a few times to get the owners spanked.
- Hoarding which led to a rat infestation (thank God for Bubba cat)
- Boyfriend of resident's daughter throwing used condom in my yard nightly after their "dates" in his car in the driveway. What a shock she became a teen mom.
Etc.
Drivers, lots of drama, nearly all of them extremely ignorant. One of them got angry and was fighting with Ron about the 3 states of matter, stated things were solid or liquid only there was no air. And this woman drove us down 1960 (a very busy street). All that's required is a high school diploma and a clean driving record. So everyone applies, not many can get competitive pay doing something else with their skill set so we are stuck.
But, overall, very IGNORANT. I am HATING the owner of #10 because, after he evicted the weird guy who kept trespassing on my property half a block away, he put up a big FOR RENT sign in his front yard where my drivers can see it. And they all get so excited "Oh, I can live in this nice neighborhood"
And I want to scream NO because they have proven the whole way home they are ignorant, they play head games, etc. and I just know they will not be a quality resident. NOT.
And, like I told Ron, there is no excuse not to buy a home in Houston in a good economy, in that line of work - because they will never lay you off, ridership will only increase as the boomers age, etc. I was told once 6 months clean credit would get you a home in Houston and it worked for us (we also had a large down payment but an abysmal credit score). Point being you can buy a home for way cheaper than renting, and in a good neighborhood.
I don't know who would choose to rent vs. buy but I have to wonder about stability. I do know #10 has had a steady freak show going the last several years with each tenant worse than the last. #8 only rents to spanish speakers now and the current ones are very quiet, I like them. Everyone else on our street is a homeowner. We are all quiet and I can include myself in it because the lady across the street and down a house, said so: "I like you, you're quiet."
I don't want the drama and the stress and thinking you know me and I owe you because you "gave" me a ride you were paid to give. That is one huge reason I never ask my neighbors for anything because some of them make you pay and pay. I believe that is when #6 got permission for "his kid" (singular!) to come in my yard and "get his ball" - after he did us a small favor. Wanting to seem gracious, I said yes. This was about 2006 and led to such a series of abuses I revoked permission in 2011.
I just want a quiet tenant. This driver was very persistent (it is a nice neighborhood) until I said "If you're loud we call the police after 8". She sat back in her seat as if struck. So much for "I'm quiet and so are my kids". And we do call the police.
We finally got #19 to shut up with their stupid car stereo gimmick. They would open the door to the house, turn on the car stereo, leave it running and open the doors on the truck, then play the music at earsplitting volume. It was horrible and just an ignorant, stupid (ever hear of car thieves?) thing to do. But we kept calling every time they did it and eventually they stopped. They moved in on a rent to own deal and bought the house right before they started making all the racket.
And I don't get that, you want to live in a quiet neighborhood that is quiet every day of the year. But you want to party hard and keep everyone else awake, disabled, children, slow disabled children in wheelchairs (one lives not far from us), working adults, nurses (one across the street), people who get up very early for work, etc. because "I want to party".
GROW UP. And go live somewhere else.
Monday noon
I am getting manic which is a mixed blessing. I will have time to adjust before the depression hits but I will look like a total, insensitive, bitch to everyone else.
I keep playing this:
Dancing's not a Crime, (unless you do it without me). It makes sense to me, my friend had health problems, a bad back and other issues, they weighed on him. When he goes that is all gone. Ron died and came back, and he says it is fantastic beyond words. I believe him.
So I believe my friend is dancing, or will when they make the decision. I feel horrible for his family, this is going to be a huge blow to them. I will tend to them as best I can, I have his wife's cell phone. Without being a pest.
So, dealing with all that, which hasn't really hit yet due to mania. My Dad told me about my (good) grandmother's death during a bad depression and that was a hard time for me, but before medication. Other bad news received during manias was dealt with in due time.
My stepfather died when I was about 7-8 and I had a hard time with that. It was explained to me he had "gone to sleep forever and (I) could not visit anymore". Happily I know better now.
Mama Cat, Spotty, and Cleo were begging when I got home so I gave them a saucy seafood something. They liked the sauce just fine but won't touch the meat. I gave them some dry, they ate it and I put it up when they walked off.
I gave Cleo some hamburger, which she forfeited to her mother - Mama checked it out, said "No thanks" and let Cleo eat it after all. Later on I heard a commotion in the front room. I have 3 cat condos and one cat tree in the room. Cleo had gotten a claw stuck and was frantically trying to remove it. She couldn't because she was pulling back. You have to go up and then back.
I headed for her, she meowed pitifully and I reached, she was so freaked out she backed up and got her claw loose. Poor baby. If she weren't Cleo I would take her in for a claw trim but they would have to sedate her for that. Not worth the wear and tear to cat, vet, me, and staff.
Cleo very seldom does "real" meows, she tends to squeak which I find very endearing. If she is very motivated or frightened she will give a real meow but it is not common because I like to think I take good care of her.
I tried to lie down but too manic. Biscuit came and visited for a while, then Torbie, they are sleeping in the bed but I can't and it is better for me to just stay up. I will just run myself down.
Ron is very aggravated his ear wax has his good ear clogged. He is about ready to go to a doctor for it and BY THE WAY can we get a look at this leg? That is my plan at least.
No one has told me anything since this morning when I heard from his family he was doing very poorly, then someone else (not family) told me he was going to die. Like I said, dying isn't a bad thing. I think that is the huge appeal of suicide - that things will get better.
NOT suicidal, about the farthest you can get from that right now - I am in a manic bubble and OK 'till it pops.
I am a little worried about the cats, he had a couple and his wife is not a big fan. I am hoping she does not ask me to take them. But I am not going to worry about that until I hear he has died. Everything to that point is supposition.
Just once I would like a boring life.
Ron took his vitamins, let me clean his leg again, and ate a good amount of protein. He is napping right now.
I assume he will decide if he's going to the doctor when he gets up. Oh, and the probiotics came today.
I keep playing this:
Dancing's not a Crime, (unless you do it without me). It makes sense to me, my friend had health problems, a bad back and other issues, they weighed on him. When he goes that is all gone. Ron died and came back, and he says it is fantastic beyond words. I believe him.
So I believe my friend is dancing, or will when they make the decision. I feel horrible for his family, this is going to be a huge blow to them. I will tend to them as best I can, I have his wife's cell phone. Without being a pest.
So, dealing with all that, which hasn't really hit yet due to mania. My Dad told me about my (good) grandmother's death during a bad depression and that was a hard time for me, but before medication. Other bad news received during manias was dealt with in due time.
My stepfather died when I was about 7-8 and I had a hard time with that. It was explained to me he had "gone to sleep forever and (I) could not visit anymore". Happily I know better now.
Mama Cat, Spotty, and Cleo were begging when I got home so I gave them a saucy seafood something. They liked the sauce just fine but won't touch the meat. I gave them some dry, they ate it and I put it up when they walked off.
I gave Cleo some hamburger, which she forfeited to her mother - Mama checked it out, said "No thanks" and let Cleo eat it after all. Later on I heard a commotion in the front room. I have 3 cat condos and one cat tree in the room. Cleo had gotten a claw stuck and was frantically trying to remove it. She couldn't because she was pulling back. You have to go up and then back.
I headed for her, she meowed pitifully and I reached, she was so freaked out she backed up and got her claw loose. Poor baby. If she weren't Cleo I would take her in for a claw trim but they would have to sedate her for that. Not worth the wear and tear to cat, vet, me, and staff.
Cleo very seldom does "real" meows, she tends to squeak which I find very endearing. If she is very motivated or frightened she will give a real meow but it is not common because I like to think I take good care of her.
I tried to lie down but too manic. Biscuit came and visited for a while, then Torbie, they are sleeping in the bed but I can't and it is better for me to just stay up. I will just run myself down.
Ron is very aggravated his ear wax has his good ear clogged. He is about ready to go to a doctor for it and BY THE WAY can we get a look at this leg? That is my plan at least.
No one has told me anything since this morning when I heard from his family he was doing very poorly, then someone else (not family) told me he was going to die. Like I said, dying isn't a bad thing. I think that is the huge appeal of suicide - that things will get better.
NOT suicidal, about the farthest you can get from that right now - I am in a manic bubble and OK 'till it pops.
I am a little worried about the cats, he had a couple and his wife is not a big fan. I am hoping she does not ask me to take them. But I am not going to worry about that until I hear he has died. Everything to that point is supposition.
Just once I would like a boring life.
Ron took his vitamins, let me clean his leg again, and ate a good amount of protein. He is napping right now.
I assume he will decide if he's going to the doctor when he gets up. Oh, and the probiotics came today.
Bad news about a friend
It has just been a day.
I think I'm getting manic which is good. I got into work and my buddy was missing. I asked about him and was told (I consider him a good friend, he is very level headed which I really value in people I know) he fell, hit his head, and when he got up was speaking gibberish so the took him to the ER. Later I was told he had a massive stroke, in surgery. Later yet I was told they do not expect him to survive.
I don't feel bad for him because he is a believer and loves Jesus, is saved, and told me he did not want to be on machines or live severely diminished. So I wish a peaceful and painless passing for him IF it is his time. If not, I hope he recovers quickly with few residuals. He is not a young guy.
But the fact they told his family he will die sort of says it all. I don't know if I will go the funeral. Damned straight I am keeping Big Mouth home from that.
But I am glad this happened the way it did, imagine if he had the stroke in the middle of the night and his wife woke up and found him like that. Better to happen among friends who could call 911.
So that. I did get the cats in the house, they are not happy about it but the rain this morning drove them all inside so I could shut the cat door. Work was uneventful aside from my friend. We made the soda order, which we need pretty desperately.
Ron's ear is clogged with wax so I talked him into going to the doctor. He says he will make the appointment later. His leg continues to improve and I feel OK about it finally. I am getting a good amount of protein into him which can only help.
It is sad but true, when someone dies I tend to think about myself, how much I will miss them, how much they contributed, etc. Also bad for the other people around them (their family and other friends).
I have never had grandfathers. My grandmothers are both gone (one was schizophrenic and convinced I was a devil spawn so never around), I did miss the one grandmother a lot (the nice one). My mother died, I missed what could have been but her as a person? I didn't really know her. By all accounts that was a favor.
So, in the long run, this will probably hit a little harder. I knew him for 20 years. I will wait until I get the news and then get a nice condolence card for his wife and son.
He was a genuinely good guy, very level headed, never played games or had drama. Just a good guy.
He also had cats which I hope his wife does not try to bestow.
I think I'm getting manic which is good. I got into work and my buddy was missing. I asked about him and was told (I consider him a good friend, he is very level headed which I really value in people I know) he fell, hit his head, and when he got up was speaking gibberish so the took him to the ER. Later I was told he had a massive stroke, in surgery. Later yet I was told they do not expect him to survive.
I don't feel bad for him because he is a believer and loves Jesus, is saved, and told me he did not want to be on machines or live severely diminished. So I wish a peaceful and painless passing for him IF it is his time. If not, I hope he recovers quickly with few residuals. He is not a young guy.
But the fact they told his family he will die sort of says it all. I don't know if I will go the funeral. Damned straight I am keeping Big Mouth home from that.
But I am glad this happened the way it did, imagine if he had the stroke in the middle of the night and his wife woke up and found him like that. Better to happen among friends who could call 911.
So that. I did get the cats in the house, they are not happy about it but the rain this morning drove them all inside so I could shut the cat door. Work was uneventful aside from my friend. We made the soda order, which we need pretty desperately.
Ron's ear is clogged with wax so I talked him into going to the doctor. He says he will make the appointment later. His leg continues to improve and I feel OK about it finally. I am getting a good amount of protein into him which can only help.
It is sad but true, when someone dies I tend to think about myself, how much I will miss them, how much they contributed, etc. Also bad for the other people around them (their family and other friends).
I have never had grandfathers. My grandmothers are both gone (one was schizophrenic and convinced I was a devil spawn so never around), I did miss the one grandmother a lot (the nice one). My mother died, I missed what could have been but her as a person? I didn't really know her. By all accounts that was a favor.
So, in the long run, this will probably hit a little harder. I knew him for 20 years. I will wait until I get the news and then get a nice condolence card for his wife and son.
He was a genuinely good guy, very level headed, never played games or had drama. Just a good guy.
He also had cats which I hope his wife does not try to bestow.
Early Monday Morning
Good news: all the cats are in so I locked the cat door.
I did not sleep well and woke up late. I had an incredibly difficult time with Ron, he was nasty and abusive.
I finally said "Why are you treating me like this?' and he said "Because you love Him (God)".
"Why are you even with me then?"
"Because I don't have anyone else"
And it continued with the verbal abuse, calling me an OCD bitch because I wanted him to wash his privates, etc. If what Ron chose to do only reflected on him I would absolutely leave him to his own devices. I think, on some level, he is always trying to kill himself.
But if this wound gets nasty they will be pointing fingers at me, not him. So I got him to clean up and then I applied the disinfectants, the wound is looking better - it likes iodine.
He got angry at me because I put the belt on his pants, even though he has said repeatedly he wants me to do it. Very ugly until I reminded him of that and then nasty and sarcastic about it. Then it was the Q-tips. He has some wax in his ear and wanted me to fetch him a q-tip every 3 minutes. I kept telling him "You have these in your drawer" and I finally (after 2) refused to get him any more. Then he looked in his drawer, found them, got very nasty and sarcastic.
Then she long dialogue of shouting at God and saying ugly and abusive things about me but I'm not supposed to react because it is a "private conversation" even though he literally shouting things like "Why did You give me such a dumb bitch?!"
Then a very brief "Oh, thank you for everything" but not meant sincerely. Now he is in the kitchen.
Ugh. And we haven't even gone to work yet.
I did nothing but treat him with respect this morning. I got a little frustrated at the constant torrent of abuse but that is all. I did not lash out at him. I treated him with compassion.
I do wish I could push a button where I wouldn't take his comments personally anymore, but I do tend to do that (not a good thing). I wish it worked for other people, too.
If I could take a pill for it I would pay a lot of money.
I did not sleep well and woke up late. I had an incredibly difficult time with Ron, he was nasty and abusive.
I finally said "Why are you treating me like this?' and he said "Because you love Him (God)".
"Why are you even with me then?"
"Because I don't have anyone else"
And it continued with the verbal abuse, calling me an OCD bitch because I wanted him to wash his privates, etc. If what Ron chose to do only reflected on him I would absolutely leave him to his own devices. I think, on some level, he is always trying to kill himself.
But if this wound gets nasty they will be pointing fingers at me, not him. So I got him to clean up and then I applied the disinfectants, the wound is looking better - it likes iodine.
He got angry at me because I put the belt on his pants, even though he has said repeatedly he wants me to do it. Very ugly until I reminded him of that and then nasty and sarcastic about it. Then it was the Q-tips. He has some wax in his ear and wanted me to fetch him a q-tip every 3 minutes. I kept telling him "You have these in your drawer" and I finally (after 2) refused to get him any more. Then he looked in his drawer, found them, got very nasty and sarcastic.
Then she long dialogue of shouting at God and saying ugly and abusive things about me but I'm not supposed to react because it is a "private conversation" even though he literally shouting things like "Why did You give me such a dumb bitch?!"
Then a very brief "Oh, thank you for everything" but not meant sincerely. Now he is in the kitchen.
Ugh. And we haven't even gone to work yet.
I did nothing but treat him with respect this morning. I got a little frustrated at the constant torrent of abuse but that is all. I did not lash out at him. I treated him with compassion.
I do wish I could push a button where I wouldn't take his comments personally anymore, but I do tend to do that (not a good thing). I wish it worked for other people, too.
If I could take a pill for it I would pay a lot of money.
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