I hope the new year is better but I doubt that will happen

When did we stop talking to each other and instead turned it all into a snipe fest? We’re all snide remarks, bitching, and arguing with each other all the time now it seems.

I’m angry all the time, not good for the heart for sure.

I wish I could go back to that exact moment and end it before it starts. If it took leaving, I wish I’d done it then, before I became this nasty person I don’t like at all.

I am tired of this. So very tired.

Happy fucking New Year.

 

2015 in review

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More coffee please

Why is it when I have nothing planned for the day and think I can sleep for a bit to try to catch up on lost sleep a bit, it never happens?

Lucy decided that barking was the fun thing to do off and on all freaking day.

Gavin’s choice was to be a whiny butt.

The Curmudgeon was at his annoying best all day.

There wasn’t enough coffee in the world to make me a nice person.

I thought he went up for a nap

I really did think so.

You see I was busy in the kitchen. I said something to him and when he didn’t answer I walked to the living room to repeat it. He wasn’t there.

I thought he went upstairs for a nap…I was wrong.

Now no one specifically told The Curmudgeon not to drive, and with him being a retired police officer you’d think he’d use his head…right?

Nope.

The front door opened, startling me, and then I see him come in with a bag in hand from CVS. He’d gone to pick up his food thickener that he has to use to make all his drinks honey thick so he doesn’t aspirate it.

I know. I know. BREATHE!

USPS is getting so bad that…

Our mailman got here so late yesterday (after 5) that I forgot to bring in the mail until late at night.

When I did bring it I found a card addressed to another city in another zip code, but it was the same city on the return address as on the sent to address.

I took out my trusty black magic marker and wrote on the envelope in large letters…with arrows:

“Delivered to wrong address in wrong city. Can you people not read?”

Tip toed through the day

We had a quiet day. The Curmudgeon needed rest and I desperately needed sleep. He actually took the dogs out in the morning and let me sleep a bit longer.

I am so glad we don’t do anything for Xmas. That’s a load of stress off my shoulders.

No fancy dinner, no big mess to clean up.

No pricey gifts to wreck the budget.

The dogs got new collars.

Gavin says, “Hi all!”

The Curmudgeon is home

Jerking me out of a sound sleep, the phone rang yesterday at 9 a.m. The Curmudgeon, who knows better than to wake me that early, told me they were releasing him.

I managed to wake up enough after two cups of coffee to be coherent enough to drive out to the hospital. Four hours later we left the hospital.

Yep, it took them four hours to release him.

They still don’t know what is going on, and yet they sent him home.

He seems fine but now I have the added stress of not knowing when I’ll have to call for an ambulance again because they don’t know what is going on.

Later G and I had our Christmas eve snacks, wine, and comedy channel party.

Traditions be damned

So the eve before Christmas eve The Curmudgeon is in the hospital. Not our idea of fun. It’s a good thing we don’t bother with much of anything this time of year, haven’t for many years.

He’s off to bed by seven anyway so it makes for a very boring night for me.

A couple of years ago G and I began our own little Christmas eve tradition. We get together over wine and some special treats and have a good time of our own.

This year I am so looking forward to it knowing that I’ll be at the hospital most of the day. The wine, treats, and fun company sound especially wonderful.

You all have a good holiday no matter what one you celebrate!

Love and joy to you all.

66 degrees at midnight. The picture below is from last year.

Here we go again

I woke to find him on the living room floor. Out of it.

Called for an ambulance. Again.

They admitted him to the hospital. Again.

High fever. Running a ton of tests that even included a spinal tap. They have no idea. AGAIN.

The dreaded two appointments in one day

Trying to get The Curmudgeon out the door and into the car is like herding cats or several hundred three-year-olds.

It never used to be like this.

“Did you put your med list in your walker?”

“No.”

“Well why not? You need it every time with every doctor or therapist we go to even though they have received fifty gazillion of them by now.”

Low mumbling heard.

“Now? You have to go to the bathroom now? Why didn’t you think of that before we had to leave?”

More mumbling as he reappears.

“Where’s your cane? Do you have your wallet? Zip your pants up no one wants to see that.”

It takes five minutes to get from the front door to the van, that is in the driveway right beside the porch, and five more minutes to get him and the rollator loaded.

Off to the first appointment on the south side of town and then to his second appointment on the north side.

While driving to the second appointment I watch my gas gauge drop some more.

At least I managed to get in some reading while waiting for him at both places.

You all have a good one!

 

I am never in the mood for the “holidays”

This time of year I am far from cheerful.

I don’t bake anything any more.

I don’t decorate at all.

In fact you’ll find my Halloween decorations are still hanging around and it’s just the way I like it.

Don’t judge.

Baby it’s cold outside

She wanted her hoodie last night. With the temperature at 34 degrees poor spoiled Lucy did not want to go outside without her hoodie and hat. Made her go out anyway.

I hadn’t pulled them out for her yet because it has been warm, unusually warm for us in PA.

Gavin doesn’t care. We could have 4 feet of snow and he still wouldn’t care.

Lucy last year.