My husband, he of the hugeness, has had an x-ray and an MRI, disclosing that all that hugeness (plus probably several other factors) caused some disc deterioration in his lower back, which in turn has caused nerve damage to at least one of his legs. Which drives him insane because it's like a dead zone, there's no feeling in an area on his thigh.
So that sucks.
Meanwhile I am PMS'ing and really whiny today because there is NO A/C IN MY OFFICE, I have been retaining water for 47 days and today is the day the floodgates have let loose and HEY THERE IS NO BATHROOM IN MY BUILDING EITHER, and I am not to be outdone! By any back issues! My petty little issues are so much more important.
I used to have an iron constitution, and the pain tolerance, well, tolerance period, of a female buffalo in heat. Nothing distracted me or could sway me from the mission or goal at hand.
Lately I am easily distracted and incredibly sensitive. I am going to blame it all on the onset of menopause, and if you are as smart as you look you will nod your head sagely. Really, that has got to be it.
Now I'm thinking about the future, and how bleak it is to live with back problems (God bless anyone who has to deal with that chronic pain, I had a back injury for a month several years ago and seriously considered killing myself with a vegetable peeler. You can't sit, you can't stand, you can't lay down. Just shoot me.)
And I'm wondering do they even make a wheelchair for people that are 6'9 and 350 lbs? Will it ever be so bad that he requires a wheelchair? I dunno. I dunno if the nerve damage will continue to worsen? Or complicate some of his other health issues? Or...why am I freaking out about this now, it's not like he was diagnosed with cancer or something.
Oh menopause. Give me back my sanity. I have desperate and continuous need of it! Obviously!
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First place story for the writers group again this month. It was also a fun write, and I plan to do more with that one for sure. Posted elsewhere, you know the drill.
We set up the tent this afternoon at lunch time as a practice run. It went much better once we figured out we had it 1/4 turn off from the frame. Two of us can do it no problem. Especially if one of us is standing there shrieking ITS 3 FEET TOO SHORT! OH MY GOD!!! HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?
ahem.
Finalized and paid for the funeral arrangements today, and had a semi successful document search last night. There are just a few things we don't have, so I'll call tomorrow and see what we need to do.
I kept waking up last night going 'ohmygodwhatifIcan'tgetthisalltogether..." and then I would lay there with my eyes wide open and my heart pounding, looking a lot like a very surprised corpse myself. Heh. The stress, it frazzles me. Right now I could use a bloody mary and a 3 hour nap.
I'll have to settle for some watermelon I guess. And no nap
I'm beginning to see these blogs and sites as strings that lead to dark and wonderful places, like ribbons at a birthday party. Almost all are happy endings, places I want to be, either for entertainment or friendship, but there are some that should definitely be cut. They're the ones that lead to the bogey in the closet. The stink under the bed.
I'm being cathartic around the house by getting rid of stuff (I have given my husband free reign in the garage to eliminate, incinerate, destroy whatever he thinks is unusable. I will probably regret that, but I just can't do it, I'm allergic to the garage). In the meantime I am trying to get rid of old clothes, knowing damn well I'll never wear them again, because the are from the EIGHTIES and stuff.
Books? Have I told you about the books in this house? We at one point hired a librarian to come in and catalog/organize the books. There are easily 3,000 books in this house.
I find them the hardest to get rid of. I will never part with my favorites because I'm a re-reader. If it captures me, I'll read it frequently, once a year or so. Though I find I no longer have patience for bad books. I will not struggle to get through something that is poorly written or doesn't keep my attention. Life's too short.
The local libraries love me, but lately it seems so hard to get things boxed up to take down.
My daughter came and spent the day with me today to help me get a jump on some of this stuff. My mother's junk mail is overwhelming. Seriously, bad news. I see the organizations she was sending money too, and it makes me cringe. We ended up with 2 large garbage bags of crap, catalogs and solicitations.
I have tried to reorganize her things a little, but in my heart I don't feel that she'll be coming home. My worst fear is that she will take a turn or pass while we are in Sturgis and I don't know how I'd live with that. But it's inevitable, that she will go when she will go, and I'll either be there or I wont.
No sense freaking out about it.
Yeah...have we met?
I've got a great idea for this months contest, but I'm running out of time. It involves an old Siamese cat named Sushi, who is not only very cross eyed, but has cataracts and hence a tendency to address the wrong ends of his feline friends. It also introduces Scotty, a Scottish Fold who naturally hustles about like his namesake from Star trek, and Mad Manx; a Tailless kitty with a Cockney accent, what what? Let us not forget our hero...Yap, a small feral Kitten who regales exciting tales of his adventures throughout.
Blogging is great therapy, but Yahoo 360 is quickly becoming a boat anchor. It ties me to certain
We'll see how it shakes out.
Anyways, first post should be witty and entertaining and all that good stuff, but hey, ya get what ya pay for!
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