Today was a better day at work.
Ron seemed resolved to be more cheerful and appreciative. I have to admit, the cynical part of me wondered if that was because the boss was coming, later, and Ron didn't want to make a spectacle.
At any rate, he was nice.
We got up early, I took my shower. I'm not back to shaving my legs yet, it's not capri weather.
Interestingly enough, I don't wear long sleeved t-shirts. If it is cold I layer a jacket over the short sleeved.
My definition of "cold" has changed drastically, either due to menopause or the Wellbutrin (antidepressant). Either, or both, could be responsible for the hot flashes. I have pretty typical hot flashes, during the day, but nothing at night. I will get warm and throw off my covers but no night sweats, happily.
I like to sleep, and nap, with my heated mattress pad.
I got to work, stocked (it didn't need much), helped Ron (he didn't need much), and organized our area to impress the boss.
The boss came a little early, and we had a good yearly review "Our best ever". Good. We work hard, Ron especially, and it's good to see him get a little recognition.
He will be taking away the broken fridge/freezer combo unit and bringing us a double fridge unit, instead. We hope. He's not sure, but he knows that's what we'd like. We can put a lot more drinks into a double fridge, and we don't use the freezer side anyway.
He may bring us some other equipment, possibly a coffee machine (I hope not) and a food machine (the one we have works but no more parts are available save the ones we scavenged a few years ago when we sent back an old one). If they do, we'll replace the old food machine, I suppose, and rehome the parts we have in the garage. I'm not sure if we'd give them to the repairman, or the state. I don't think the state guys want the parts. If they give us permission we will give the parts to the "good" repairman.
Coffee machines are complex and difficult, and everyone is unhappy because they have differing opinions of "the perfect cup of coffee". I remember we started using stronger beans because someone complained it was "too weak". Then we had complaints it was "too strong!" [rolleyes] Anyway, I'm not going to worry about it.
All our other machines have their glitches, but I make them work. My favorite: the snack machine, #2, we call it. I pull out a button to enter programming mode. While in this mode I do accounting functions, set prices, etc. When I exit programming mode, I push the button back in, and the machine literally throws 2-3 random items at me. It makes me laugh every time. I pick them up, restock them, and shut the machine.
I can always use a laugh! #2 is good for it, every time!
Soda 1 has a weird door lock, and tends to coin jam. It can also give inaccurate accountability readings.
Soda 3 is actually well behaved.
Snack 3 won't give a nickel back on a transaction. It will give any other change but a nickel, so I modified my selections so people either get no change (on purpose) or a quarter. Two repairmen remain baffled.
The Rowe food machine is old, and people tend to break the doors. Which aren't made anymore.
Soda 2 is very reliable.
Snack 1 has a little trouble loading the coin mech.
Snack 2, as I mentioned, likes to throw inventory at me when I exit the programming mode.
You get the idea.
We came home and I took a nap. When I woke up I did more accounting stuff, the blog, God Time (not in that order), watched a movie with Ron (not a very cheerful one), and got rid of some clothes.
I have a large donate box in the front room, and I'm filling it up. If it doesn't fit, not a color I'd wear, etc, then it goes in the box. Stuff I will wear, in smaller sizes (down to about a 12) are staying, but if it's not something I'd wear, even if it fit...
I am currently a baggy 22. I may fit into a 20 but I haven't checked.
I just use a belt for the 22's.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Sunday, February 7, 2016
"I thought you were leaving me"
My cat scared Ron to death last night.
"I found the bag in the hall" he told me dourly this morning. "Want to explain that?"
I was baffled. I explained I keep a small trash bag next to my chair..."No, this was luggage, like you were leaving me."
Oh, that. Torbie knocked over my hospital bag. She likes to sharpen her claws on it and pulls it over into the hallway. I keep it in the front room in case we have some medical crisis and Ron needs to go to the hospital. That way I have snacks, entertainment, blankets, etc.
"Hospital bag, huh?" he responded. "I thought you were leaving me."
"If I leave you" I told him "I won't leave bags lying around in the hall - I'll just go."
"I figured that" he responded. "That's why I didn't wake you up."
I reminded him waking me up is always a very bad idea, unless he is ill.
Then he tried to tell me he was only worried I was "bothering" my aunt and uncle, and Ron felt that was "unfair". It really bothers him I have a safety net.
However, assuming I would leave him because he was verbally abusive to me one day - that would have happened before we even got married. Not to mention I doubt my aunt and uncle would take me in for that, either.
I tend to save them for "Ron is having a blackout and making threats against my physical safety, and it isn't safe to sleep here tonight."
I have also worked on saving a small emergency fund so I have more options.
SAD I even have to consider this, or that Ron even went to "She must be leaving me" when he found the bag in the hall.
"I found the bag in the hall" he told me dourly this morning. "Want to explain that?"
I was baffled. I explained I keep a small trash bag next to my chair..."No, this was luggage, like you were leaving me."
Oh, that. Torbie knocked over my hospital bag. She likes to sharpen her claws on it and pulls it over into the hallway. I keep it in the front room in case we have some medical crisis and Ron needs to go to the hospital. That way I have snacks, entertainment, blankets, etc.
"Hospital bag, huh?" he responded. "I thought you were leaving me."
"If I leave you" I told him "I won't leave bags lying around in the hall - I'll just go."
"I figured that" he responded. "That's why I didn't wake you up."
I reminded him waking me up is always a very bad idea, unless he is ill.
Then he tried to tell me he was only worried I was "bothering" my aunt and uncle, and Ron felt that was "unfair". It really bothers him I have a safety net.
However, assuming I would leave him because he was verbally abusive to me one day - that would have happened before we even got married. Not to mention I doubt my aunt and uncle would take me in for that, either.
I tend to save them for "Ron is having a blackout and making threats against my physical safety, and it isn't safe to sleep here tonight."
I have also worked on saving a small emergency fund so I have more options.
SAD I even have to consider this, or that Ron even went to "She must be leaving me" when he found the bag in the hall.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Strong
"You know," I told Ron sadly "[your actions] live forever." Then I walked off and went to the bathroom.
I woke up with yet another headache. Ron, convinced the weather man was right, insisted we delay our trip to the warehouse "Until the rain had passed".
Well, the rain passed about 5:30 AM today, and I had to sit around the house waiting to go to work at 1 PM. We finally went to the warehouse, which was a screaming hell that didn't help my headache.
I got the supplies. "Ron" I told him "There's a problem with the Pepsi. It's too big. It won't fit." He cursed me out and demanded I buy it anyway. So I did.
I got the rest of the supplies, and minimal stuff for my departments, and got the hell out. The only benefit as I saw it: 3 cart attendants, any of whom could have helped me load the truck (one did).
We got to work, I unloaded, I started working on snacks. Ron found the Pepsi we had bought last time, the Pepsi I had repeatedly talked to him about, and blew up. How could I be so stupid? Bad communicator! Etc.
I finally said "Ron, this is verbal abuse and I'm not going to stand here and take it." and I walked off.
He continued to harangue me about my "poor communication".
"Ron" I told him "What else could I have done? I told you, it's too big. I told you, it won't vend. I told you, we shouldn't buy more. I told you "It won't fit". What else could I have told you?"
He said I didn't ask him for feedback. "Ron" I replied "You were shouting at me."
He told me I was a bad communicator and I replied I had told him, repeatedly, he had simply chosen not to hear what I said. He got on the "feedback" thing again.
"Ron" I told him "When I do that you shout at me. When I don't do that, you shout at me. What's the point? You'll just shout at me anyway." He told me to remind him that he had "asked for it". He always says this, and then when I give him feedback he shouts at me, I try to remind him, he shouts some more, and I give up on the "feedback" thing altogether.
[Sigh] Surprisingly, the headache did not return during all of this, and I managed to keep my end of it low key and private.
"Ron" I reminded him, on more than one occasion. "I'm the only one here for you. You've got one person helping you. That's it." Implied, you should treat her with more consideration.
"You know" Ron said "That's a bad thing I do, but I feel like you hurt me (why, by warning him the sodas were the wrong size?), so I have to hurt you back." That's when I told him "Actions last forever."
If I had "permission to speak freely" I would have said "The soda won't even matter in a week, but your words will last a very long time."
Later on he said "I don't want to scare you" (yes he did) "But (our finances) are all a house of cards and one day..."
"Either it will or it won't" I replied blandly. "We'll see."
It's manipulation. I'm supposed to have anxiety about finances instead of focusing on his bad behavior.
It was exhausting. I was less tired after I ran 7 miles one night.
He is very emotionally abusive. He admits it, in context.
A good example. "I don't mean to hurt you... but you're really messed up, I need someone "better" than you" - he made that comment a couple of times. The next time he starts with the not wanting to hurt me I'm going to say "Good, then stop right there and don't say it."
"I love you..." he started at another point.
"But..." I interjected. He started to talk in agreement and realized what I was doing, I was already putting in the modifier before he could, realizing he was giving me the kiss before the slap. He gave some excuses why there is always a "but" in why he loves me, I wasn't receptive, and he left.
At another point he was complaining how I was "so broken, and he needed someone better". "Why did God have to give him a broken woman?"
"Ron" I replied sadly. "You say I'm broken. What are you?" I walked off. I hope he realized I was making the point: as bad as his physical problems are, the hearing loss, blindness, brain damage, mobility issues, I have never once made him feel bad about things he can't control. Never have I done this.
I'm wrong. ONCE. He used the toilet and it flooded. He was standing in the doorway while I frantically tried to clean up. He made some comment to me about sorry he couldn't help.
"I wish" I told him in frustration "You weren't blind, and you could clean this up yourself!" That was it. That is the worst thing I have ever said to him about his problems.
He does it, ongoing. At the core of it he refuses to believe my problems, if they even are a factor, are just as "real", organic, and legitimate as his own.
Funny thing, though, reading all this I'd say I'm pretty damned strong. Not many women could put up with 24 years of this and still have a strong faith in God, much less any kind feelings towards Ron!
Do you know one of his ex girlfriends tried to kill him? I believe it completely, but I'm not going to prison for anyone! If I really wanted to "get" Ron I would just leave him.
At another point Ron was telling me, in addition to all my other job duties, I have to maintain the inventory and make sure "all the drinks" are in the refrigerator.
"Ron" I told him "I do snacks, food, deliveries, and more. You do drinks."
"What?!"
I repeated myself. "You do drinks. Why can't you take care of that yourself? Take a look and tell me what you need in there, rather than expect me to do it?"
"Oh." He replied. "I thought you said 'All you do is drink.'"
No, I responded. His drinking was his issue, not mine. He agreed he would check the fridge and tell me what he wanted.
I am exhausted.
I woke up with yet another headache. Ron, convinced the weather man was right, insisted we delay our trip to the warehouse "Until the rain had passed".
Well, the rain passed about 5:30 AM today, and I had to sit around the house waiting to go to work at 1 PM. We finally went to the warehouse, which was a screaming hell that didn't help my headache.
I got the supplies. "Ron" I told him "There's a problem with the Pepsi. It's too big. It won't fit." He cursed me out and demanded I buy it anyway. So I did.
I got the rest of the supplies, and minimal stuff for my departments, and got the hell out. The only benefit as I saw it: 3 cart attendants, any of whom could have helped me load the truck (one did).
We got to work, I unloaded, I started working on snacks. Ron found the Pepsi we had bought last time, the Pepsi I had repeatedly talked to him about, and blew up. How could I be so stupid? Bad communicator! Etc.
I finally said "Ron, this is verbal abuse and I'm not going to stand here and take it." and I walked off.
He continued to harangue me about my "poor communication".
"Ron" I told him "What else could I have done? I told you, it's too big. I told you, it won't vend. I told you, we shouldn't buy more. I told you "It won't fit". What else could I have told you?"
He said I didn't ask him for feedback. "Ron" I replied "You were shouting at me."
He told me I was a bad communicator and I replied I had told him, repeatedly, he had simply chosen not to hear what I said. He got on the "feedback" thing again.
"Ron" I told him "When I do that you shout at me. When I don't do that, you shout at me. What's the point? You'll just shout at me anyway." He told me to remind him that he had "asked for it". He always says this, and then when I give him feedback he shouts at me, I try to remind him, he shouts some more, and I give up on the "feedback" thing altogether.
[Sigh] Surprisingly, the headache did not return during all of this, and I managed to keep my end of it low key and private.
"Ron" I reminded him, on more than one occasion. "I'm the only one here for you. You've got one person helping you. That's it." Implied, you should treat her with more consideration.
"You know" Ron said "That's a bad thing I do, but I feel like you hurt me (why, by warning him the sodas were the wrong size?), so I have to hurt you back." That's when I told him "Actions last forever."
If I had "permission to speak freely" I would have said "The soda won't even matter in a week, but your words will last a very long time."
Later on he said "I don't want to scare you" (yes he did) "But (our finances) are all a house of cards and one day..."
"Either it will or it won't" I replied blandly. "We'll see."
It's manipulation. I'm supposed to have anxiety about finances instead of focusing on his bad behavior.
It was exhausting. I was less tired after I ran 7 miles one night.
He is very emotionally abusive. He admits it, in context.
A good example. "I don't mean to hurt you... but you're really messed up, I need someone "better" than you" - he made that comment a couple of times. The next time he starts with the not wanting to hurt me I'm going to say "Good, then stop right there and don't say it."
"I love you..." he started at another point.
"But..." I interjected. He started to talk in agreement and realized what I was doing, I was already putting in the modifier before he could, realizing he was giving me the kiss before the slap. He gave some excuses why there is always a "but" in why he loves me, I wasn't receptive, and he left.
At another point he was complaining how I was "so broken, and he needed someone better". "Why did God have to give him a broken woman?"
"Ron" I replied sadly. "You say I'm broken. What are you?" I walked off. I hope he realized I was making the point: as bad as his physical problems are, the hearing loss, blindness, brain damage, mobility issues, I have never once made him feel bad about things he can't control. Never have I done this.
I'm wrong. ONCE. He used the toilet and it flooded. He was standing in the doorway while I frantically tried to clean up. He made some comment to me about sorry he couldn't help.
"I wish" I told him in frustration "You weren't blind, and you could clean this up yourself!" That was it. That is the worst thing I have ever said to him about his problems.
He does it, ongoing. At the core of it he refuses to believe my problems, if they even are a factor, are just as "real", organic, and legitimate as his own.
Funny thing, though, reading all this I'd say I'm pretty damned strong. Not many women could put up with 24 years of this and still have a strong faith in God, much less any kind feelings towards Ron!
Do you know one of his ex girlfriends tried to kill him? I believe it completely, but I'm not going to prison for anyone! If I really wanted to "get" Ron I would just leave him.
At another point Ron was telling me, in addition to all my other job duties, I have to maintain the inventory and make sure "all the drinks" are in the refrigerator.
"Ron" I told him "I do snacks, food, deliveries, and more. You do drinks."
"What?!"
I repeated myself. "You do drinks. Why can't you take care of that yourself? Take a look and tell me what you need in there, rather than expect me to do it?"
"Oh." He replied. "I thought you said 'All you do is drink.'"
No, I responded. His drinking was his issue, not mine. He agreed he would check the fridge and tell me what he wanted.
I am exhausted.
Friday, February 5, 2016
Another headache today
Depressed, another headache.
I did manage to run to Walmart with Ron, and get a nap, sort of.
I got a couple of new bras, and one of those high tech moisture control tshirts from the Men's department. When we got over to the cat food I realized it had a nasty snag, so I put it back and got something else, instead.
Ron wanted cat treats, we needed office supplies, and since Ron was "good" I got him a corn dog from the hot food area of the store.
He really enjoyed the corn dog, with no unpleasant side effects. Good, often times greasy fried foods will have - cause - problems.
I'm just sick of these headaches.
I've been checking my blood sugar every morning - I do this periodically because antipsychotics and antidepressants, which I take, can lead to diabetes. I prefer to catch things "coming". I bought a small box to store my supplies, because I've found the zippered case that came with the meter doesn't really work for my purposes.
I'm pretty good at lancing my finger, getting a drop, fishing out a test strip, loading it into the meter, and then loading it with the blood drop (not very large). A few seconds later I get a BEEP and my reading.
Ideally it should be around 85. Lately it has been a little higher than that, but not in the danger zone. So I want to watch it. I also got a notebook to log my readings.
Ron and I also worked on the accounting report. Not only did we do pretty well sales-wise, I also did it sick. I was sick for a good 3 weeks out of the month.
Years ago, when I was less mature, I would call in sick for anything. These days I'd have to be vomiting or half dead to stay home.
Well, I did stay home when I had the flu, back in 2006. But I was only out for a few days.
I did manage to run to Walmart with Ron, and get a nap, sort of.
I got a couple of new bras, and one of those high tech moisture control tshirts from the Men's department. When we got over to the cat food I realized it had a nasty snag, so I put it back and got something else, instead.
Ron wanted cat treats, we needed office supplies, and since Ron was "good" I got him a corn dog from the hot food area of the store.
He really enjoyed the corn dog, with no unpleasant side effects. Good, often times greasy fried foods will have - cause - problems.
I'm just sick of these headaches.
I've been checking my blood sugar every morning - I do this periodically because antipsychotics and antidepressants, which I take, can lead to diabetes. I prefer to catch things "coming". I bought a small box to store my supplies, because I've found the zippered case that came with the meter doesn't really work for my purposes.
I'm pretty good at lancing my finger, getting a drop, fishing out a test strip, loading it into the meter, and then loading it with the blood drop (not very large). A few seconds later I get a BEEP and my reading.
Ideally it should be around 85. Lately it has been a little higher than that, but not in the danger zone. So I want to watch it. I also got a notebook to log my readings.
Ron and I also worked on the accounting report. Not only did we do pretty well sales-wise, I also did it sick. I was sick for a good 3 weeks out of the month.
Years ago, when I was less mature, I would call in sick for anything. These days I'd have to be vomiting or half dead to stay home.
Well, I did stay home when I had the flu, back in 2006. But I was only out for a few days.
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Information
Ron has been exceptionally awful to me today.
"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" I don't know, but he has been tempermental and vicious.
At one point he told me to stop bothering him, leave him alone, etc. I was so mean. "I" I told him "Am not the one screaming, name-calling, or hitting people with cardboard soda flats". Then I walked off.
Our work freezer is dead. It will be a very expensive repair but we didn't use it that much anyway. I am hoping we can trade the unit for a double fridge unit at the warehouse. That, we can use.
Ron's boss is looking into it.
That also means I will spend all weekend filling out accounting reports for him to review, not happy about that.
We came home, and I got a short nap. Then the cable "guy" showed up. Really a cable lady, got it all done, but Ron got drunk and confused by the remote. He was very agitated.
Awkward.
One of those days where I'm not organically depressed, per se, but situationally so. At least Ron is eating some real food now.
Tomorrow, at some point, I need to go to Walmart and get some food, etc., office supplies for my accounting reports. I just hope Ron will remain sober while I work on them because it's going to make my day hell, otherwise.
Nothing worse than a drunk, verbally abusive person shouting at me when I'm trying to get information.
"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" I don't know, but he has been tempermental and vicious.
At one point he told me to stop bothering him, leave him alone, etc. I was so mean. "I" I told him "Am not the one screaming, name-calling, or hitting people with cardboard soda flats". Then I walked off.
Our work freezer is dead. It will be a very expensive repair but we didn't use it that much anyway. I am hoping we can trade the unit for a double fridge unit at the warehouse. That, we can use.
Ron's boss is looking into it.
That also means I will spend all weekend filling out accounting reports for him to review, not happy about that.
We came home, and I got a short nap. Then the cable "guy" showed up. Really a cable lady, got it all done, but Ron got drunk and confused by the remote. He was very agitated.
Awkward.
One of those days where I'm not organically depressed, per se, but situationally so. At least Ron is eating some real food now.
Tomorrow, at some point, I need to go to Walmart and get some food, etc., office supplies for my accounting reports. I just hope Ron will remain sober while I work on them because it's going to make my day hell, otherwise.
Nothing worse than a drunk, verbally abusive person shouting at me when I'm trying to get information.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Work-related
I woke up with yet another migraine, but I started my period last night. Hopefully today is the last day for a couple of weeks.
"I don't get cramps anymore" I mused "I just get migraines. I think I'd rather the cramps!"
I took my OTC headache pills and went to work.
"Your freezer's broken" I was told. I went and checked. Not only was it warm, water was leaking out the bottom. Well, the repairman had told us we had to defrost it, in order for him to do a system check. I hadn't wanted to do it due to the leaking all over issue, but that was pretty much done now so I see this as a good thing.
Except for tomorrow's bill, whatever that is.
First, though, we had to go to the warehouse and get out supplies. Moving things with a by now just nasty headache was pretty awful.
I did buy myself, with my own money, and paid sales tax on: a case of diet Mountain Dew cans (I love the stuff), a case of energy bars, and a soda.
I like to have something "better" (ie with protein) to eat at work, when I'm doing heavy labor and tempted by all our delicious treats. The soda came home, for "breakfasts". I drank the fountain soda as we loaded the truck.
The rest was all work-related.
We went to work. I already told you about the freezer. They were polishing the floor, which involves nasty solvent stripper and really evil smelling polish/wax. Not fun with my headache.
I stocked. I got everything but pastry, which I will be getting tomorrow when we have the repairman.
I also helped Ron, he says sodas are slower due to the cold weather, but I think people are just buying them elsewhere. No one wants to get out of the car in the Houston heat, in the summer, just to buy a drink. But when the high is in the 60's and it's mild, why not.
At any rate we both got it all done (except for pastry).
My pants kept slipping. I am now wearing a belt. I have a fake black leather belt with grommets, kind of industrial looking. My usual attire is jeans and some sort of plain t-shirt, so I think it's appropriate.
I do love my dark grey steel toed sneakers. Steel toes are a must when I have a blind boss in a wheelchair. He is always running over my feet, but so what.
I need to "install" my purple shoelaces, then they will be perfect.
The cats did not bring me any treats, that I know of. I have been finding mosquitoes in the house, but I figured out there's a small gap in the side of the cat door. It's probably letting them in, so it's easy enough to fix that. I recycled plastic shopping bags as weatherstripping, and poked it into the gap with a butter knife. It's what we used to do with the front door. It had massive air leaks, before we got robbed, the door destroyed, and a new one donated by my church.
It should keep the mosquitoes out, and keep the electric bill down as well.
I'm still using my heated mattress pad. The cats enjoy it too.
After work, we came home and I got a short nap. I woke up before the alarm, feeling as though I must have overslept. I hadn't, but I only had about 5 minutes until the alarm. My headache persisted so I had to take more medicine.
We went out to dinner at a BBQ place, we had a lovely date night. I got fried catfish, figuring while I didn't have much appetite, if I started eating I'd be glad I had it. And I was right.
I got 2 sides, so I gave Ron some loaded mashed potatoes, which he loved, and I had a mac and cheese. They forgot I had already gotten my sides and brought more, so Ron basically had a little of my catfish, and double loaded mashed potatoes, for dinner. Not exactly high fiber but he is very happy. He also has a half pound each of spicy sliced sausage, and chopped beef in sauce, to eat the next couple days.
I got 2 huge slabs of fried catfish (cornmeal), ate one (took my meds!), and saved the other one, and my second mac and cheese, for later. Ron ate one of his jalapeno cornbreads and I have a regular cornbread muffin for later, too.
When I got home Gravy was begging for my food. I opened the takeout container and he ignored the fish, hauling off a macaroni noodle and licking it dry.
Huh. Never figured he'd do that.
He's really the only one who likes people food, which is good. I don't want a faceful of beggars, every time I sit down to dinner.
I put my belt on my jeans so I can dress easily tomorrow. It is comfortable enough. Normally I am not a fan of belts, but my pants were really sliding and I don't want to show my underwear.
Especially when I'm having my cycle. Ew.
"I don't get cramps anymore" I mused "I just get migraines. I think I'd rather the cramps!"
I took my OTC headache pills and went to work.
"Your freezer's broken" I was told. I went and checked. Not only was it warm, water was leaking out the bottom. Well, the repairman had told us we had to defrost it, in order for him to do a system check. I hadn't wanted to do it due to the leaking all over issue, but that was pretty much done now so I see this as a good thing.
Except for tomorrow's bill, whatever that is.
First, though, we had to go to the warehouse and get out supplies. Moving things with a by now just nasty headache was pretty awful.
I did buy myself, with my own money, and paid sales tax on: a case of diet Mountain Dew cans (I love the stuff), a case of energy bars, and a soda.
I like to have something "better" (ie with protein) to eat at work, when I'm doing heavy labor and tempted by all our delicious treats. The soda came home, for "breakfasts". I drank the fountain soda as we loaded the truck.
The rest was all work-related.
We went to work. I already told you about the freezer. They were polishing the floor, which involves nasty solvent stripper and really evil smelling polish/wax. Not fun with my headache.
I stocked. I got everything but pastry, which I will be getting tomorrow when we have the repairman.
I also helped Ron, he says sodas are slower due to the cold weather, but I think people are just buying them elsewhere. No one wants to get out of the car in the Houston heat, in the summer, just to buy a drink. But when the high is in the 60's and it's mild, why not.
At any rate we both got it all done (except for pastry).
My pants kept slipping. I am now wearing a belt. I have a fake black leather belt with grommets, kind of industrial looking. My usual attire is jeans and some sort of plain t-shirt, so I think it's appropriate.
I do love my dark grey steel toed sneakers. Steel toes are a must when I have a blind boss in a wheelchair. He is always running over my feet, but so what.
I need to "install" my purple shoelaces, then they will be perfect.
The cats did not bring me any treats, that I know of. I have been finding mosquitoes in the house, but I figured out there's a small gap in the side of the cat door. It's probably letting them in, so it's easy enough to fix that. I recycled plastic shopping bags as weatherstripping, and poked it into the gap with a butter knife. It's what we used to do with the front door. It had massive air leaks, before we got robbed, the door destroyed, and a new one donated by my church.
It should keep the mosquitoes out, and keep the electric bill down as well.
I'm still using my heated mattress pad. The cats enjoy it too.
After work, we came home and I got a short nap. I woke up before the alarm, feeling as though I must have overslept. I hadn't, but I only had about 5 minutes until the alarm. My headache persisted so I had to take more medicine.
We went out to dinner at a BBQ place, we had a lovely date night. I got fried catfish, figuring while I didn't have much appetite, if I started eating I'd be glad I had it. And I was right.
I got 2 sides, so I gave Ron some loaded mashed potatoes, which he loved, and I had a mac and cheese. They forgot I had already gotten my sides and brought more, so Ron basically had a little of my catfish, and double loaded mashed potatoes, for dinner. Not exactly high fiber but he is very happy. He also has a half pound each of spicy sliced sausage, and chopped beef in sauce, to eat the next couple days.
I got 2 huge slabs of fried catfish (cornmeal), ate one (took my meds!), and saved the other one, and my second mac and cheese, for later. Ron ate one of his jalapeno cornbreads and I have a regular cornbread muffin for later, too.
When I got home Gravy was begging for my food. I opened the takeout container and he ignored the fish, hauling off a macaroni noodle and licking it dry.
Huh. Never figured he'd do that.
He's really the only one who likes people food, which is good. I don't want a faceful of beggars, every time I sit down to dinner.
I put my belt on my jeans so I can dress easily tomorrow. It is comfortable enough. Normally I am not a fan of belts, but my pants were really sliding and I don't want to show my underwear.
Especially when I'm having my cycle. Ew.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Posted
February is not starting as well as I might have hoped.
Yesterday, I woke up with a migraine. I had to work anyway. That was pretty awful, and the headache didn't depart until well after 5 PM. Basically, by the time I felt better it was time to go to bed.
I had today off, woke up with another migraine. One family member will swear to me these are hormonal, and they may be as I expect my cycle. I just know I hate migraines.
By migraine I mean an excruciating headache with sensitivity to light, sound, and even scents. Turning my head hurts. Usual work tasks are agonizing. You get the idea.
It peeves me when someone is walking around, eating, smoking, very active, not slow at all, and says "Oh, I have a horrible migraine today" in a bright and cheerful voice.
No, you do not. You have a headache. I am sorry you do, help yourself to my OTC headache pills, but don't insult real migraine sufferers by calling it a migraine.
Or they ask "Can't you take something? My sister takes a pill..." No. I can't. Drugs exist but they have dangerous interactions, are addictive, or have side effects. I really do not want to vomit in this bucket but I don't have a choice. If I could take something, I would.
Yesterday they decided to wax the floor and leave the door open to the smoking patio. Talk about bad odors!
Someone also picked the lock on Ron's wheelchair and relocked the chain in a way that made it nearly impossible to undo. Ron was Not Happy, me even less.
Why would you screw around with a wheelchair? The way I locked it, people couldn't sit in it, which is smart. We have a lot of extra large employees who aren't comfortable in the cafeteria seating. The wheelchair looks appealing, but only has a 200# weight limit. Many of them are a lot over that, I worry about breakage. But Ron wants it locked that way, and he locks it, so we are stuck.
I did put on a note letting people know it is not a postal wheelchair, it belongs to Ron, and "God and Postal Inspectors (in store police force) are watching you". Ron asked for the last line.
Then he went back to locking it the way he always does. I was irked, but couldn't get too upset because I get worse headaches when I'm angry.
We came home and I got a short nap, then we went to Walmart. We had talked about getting a new Television for me.
I have been very happy with my old-def television. But Ron had talked about going off cable and using an antenna only, which would have worked. He decided to cut back our cable package in preparation for this event. He only lasted a few hours before he asked them to bring it back.
Then, it seems, it was still "I'm getting you a new TV, but we're keeping the cable, I got the High Def starter package". I am happy with the new package. I just watch TNT, A&E, and some TLC. I watch local news (not 26). That's pretty much it for me, and I'm happy. I have all that, plus I now have access to the music channels. Ron is happy about that. I expect he will be asking me to tell him the names of various songs and artists.
I had wrapped my brain around the idea of a new TV. I would, of course get a modest one in the 20 inch range. That's what I have now for my monitor and my old def TV.
We went to Walmart. That's where I got the old-def and it has been a good one (a Sanyo). We went, we looked, I found a decent looking screen that would fit my space (I have a limited area to put the TV when it's ready).
We went to checkout and they said they couldn't ring it, because it didn't have a serial number. Our driver had arrived early and was calling us. I told them we didn't have time to wait on a new one, held up the cash in hand, and said "Kiss it goodbye" as I gave it back to Ron. The manager and cashier looked disappointed, which is now I felt.
Ron asked me to look around and find another one. I looked at Fry's but they had a lot of refurbished, and Ron and I agree "We don't want someone else's problem". Refurbished TV's already broke, got fixed, and are now being sold cheaper for that reason.
No. Thanks.
Ron mentioned Best Buy. I never even walked into a BB and was a little skeptical.
I looked, I liked the online reviews and the interface was easy. Ron made arrangements.
I found a brand with good reviews "Insignia" - their store brand, made in China like everything else including my beloved cell phone. I looked at the small one- frankly, too small.
I looked at a bigger one with included DVD. I already have a DVD in my computer. But the other, bigger, one, didn't have a headphone jack. It was some weird digital interface port. Not what I want. I have an unused set of speakers, runs off a headphone jack. I looked at the DVD model. It did have the port I wanted.
Both models cost the same, and had about the same 4.5 star rating, so I got the DVD one. By this time the sales man had showed up and was eager to help. Maybe he gets commission.
I told him I wanted a basic USB keyboard, not a wireless, because I have had problems with the wireless when the battery's low. It took him a while to find me the one I am using now.
The configuration is a little different but I am getting used to it. I do like how it has a bigger backspace key. Not that I ever need it. :P
We got home, I ate, took my meds, and took a nap. I had some weird dreams but felt pretty well rested when I did wake up. Unusual for me.
I got up, ate some more - I was pretty hungry, and watched TV for a while before attempting to install the stand on my new TV. It's a little wobbly but it stands up, and Ron promises he will "work on it". God help us all.
The cable guy comes out in a couple days, apparently they have to bring a special box and program it to work with the TV. Even my old thing. So, he'll come and do that.
I just hope the transition is painless. I am happy to know we will have a lower electric bill.
I plan to keep the old TV in case we have any problems, get robbed again, whatever.
I'll keep you posted.
Yesterday, I woke up with a migraine. I had to work anyway. That was pretty awful, and the headache didn't depart until well after 5 PM. Basically, by the time I felt better it was time to go to bed.
I had today off, woke up with another migraine. One family member will swear to me these are hormonal, and they may be as I expect my cycle. I just know I hate migraines.
By migraine I mean an excruciating headache with sensitivity to light, sound, and even scents. Turning my head hurts. Usual work tasks are agonizing. You get the idea.
It peeves me when someone is walking around, eating, smoking, very active, not slow at all, and says "Oh, I have a horrible migraine today" in a bright and cheerful voice.
No, you do not. You have a headache. I am sorry you do, help yourself to my OTC headache pills, but don't insult real migraine sufferers by calling it a migraine.
Or they ask "Can't you take something? My sister takes a pill..." No. I can't. Drugs exist but they have dangerous interactions, are addictive, or have side effects. I really do not want to vomit in this bucket but I don't have a choice. If I could take something, I would.
Yesterday they decided to wax the floor and leave the door open to the smoking patio. Talk about bad odors!
Someone also picked the lock on Ron's wheelchair and relocked the chain in a way that made it nearly impossible to undo. Ron was Not Happy, me even less.
Why would you screw around with a wheelchair? The way I locked it, people couldn't sit in it, which is smart. We have a lot of extra large employees who aren't comfortable in the cafeteria seating. The wheelchair looks appealing, but only has a 200# weight limit. Many of them are a lot over that, I worry about breakage. But Ron wants it locked that way, and he locks it, so we are stuck.
I did put on a note letting people know it is not a postal wheelchair, it belongs to Ron, and "God and Postal Inspectors (in store police force) are watching you". Ron asked for the last line.
Then he went back to locking it the way he always does. I was irked, but couldn't get too upset because I get worse headaches when I'm angry.
We came home and I got a short nap, then we went to Walmart. We had talked about getting a new Television for me.
I have been very happy with my old-def television. But Ron had talked about going off cable and using an antenna only, which would have worked. He decided to cut back our cable package in preparation for this event. He only lasted a few hours before he asked them to bring it back.
Then, it seems, it was still "I'm getting you a new TV, but we're keeping the cable, I got the High Def starter package". I am happy with the new package. I just watch TNT, A&E, and some TLC. I watch local news (not 26). That's pretty much it for me, and I'm happy. I have all that, plus I now have access to the music channels. Ron is happy about that. I expect he will be asking me to tell him the names of various songs and artists.
I had wrapped my brain around the idea of a new TV. I would, of course get a modest one in the 20 inch range. That's what I have now for my monitor and my old def TV.
We went to Walmart. That's where I got the old-def and it has been a good one (a Sanyo). We went, we looked, I found a decent looking screen that would fit my space (I have a limited area to put the TV when it's ready).
We went to checkout and they said they couldn't ring it, because it didn't have a serial number. Our driver had arrived early and was calling us. I told them we didn't have time to wait on a new one, held up the cash in hand, and said "Kiss it goodbye" as I gave it back to Ron. The manager and cashier looked disappointed, which is now I felt.
Ron asked me to look around and find another one. I looked at Fry's but they had a lot of refurbished, and Ron and I agree "We don't want someone else's problem". Refurbished TV's already broke, got fixed, and are now being sold cheaper for that reason.
No. Thanks.
Ron mentioned Best Buy. I never even walked into a BB and was a little skeptical.
I looked, I liked the online reviews and the interface was easy. Ron made arrangements.
I found a brand with good reviews "Insignia" - their store brand, made in China like everything else including my beloved cell phone. I looked at the small one- frankly, too small.
I looked at a bigger one with included DVD. I already have a DVD in my computer. But the other, bigger, one, didn't have a headphone jack. It was some weird digital interface port. Not what I want. I have an unused set of speakers, runs off a headphone jack. I looked at the DVD model. It did have the port I wanted.
Both models cost the same, and had about the same 4.5 star rating, so I got the DVD one. By this time the sales man had showed up and was eager to help. Maybe he gets commission.
I told him I wanted a basic USB keyboard, not a wireless, because I have had problems with the wireless when the battery's low. It took him a while to find me the one I am using now.
The configuration is a little different but I am getting used to it. I do like how it has a bigger backspace key. Not that I ever need it. :P
We got home, I ate, took my meds, and took a nap. I had some weird dreams but felt pretty well rested when I did wake up. Unusual for me.
I got up, ate some more - I was pretty hungry, and watched TV for a while before attempting to install the stand on my new TV. It's a little wobbly but it stands up, and Ron promises he will "work on it". God help us all.
The cable guy comes out in a couple days, apparently they have to bring a special box and program it to work with the TV. Even my old thing. So, he'll come and do that.
I just hope the transition is painless. I am happy to know we will have a lower electric bill.
I plan to keep the old TV in case we have any problems, get robbed again, whatever.
I'll keep you posted.
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