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Hot day

The temperature climbed past 90 degrees. The Curmudgeon, like a damned fool, went out to check his truck after the incident with the DB.

Only a few minutes in the driveway resulted in him struggling to get back in the house and spending the rest of the day in a very weakened condition.

I hate MS.

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The body in the driveway…

Yes, a neighbor banged on our door to tell us there was a dead body in our driveway.

This was not a Halloween type prank. There really was a dead human being in our driveway.

She was about 30 years old. She had blond hair.

According to sources in the police department, they believe she was with her husband when she collapsed from a drug overdose. He took off and left her there.

Drug addicts more often think of themselves and what would happen if they called for help and were found stoned. They do not think that maybe if they call for help the person who is dying could be helped.

So we watched the long, slow process of them collecting evidence, taking pictures, and measurements, and doing all the things they need to do before they could take her away.

The Curmudgeon stayed out on the porch for as long as he could but had to go inside because the heat was getting to him.

We talked about how sad it was. How frightening to happen here in our neighborhood. Worse, how we heard nothing. How he never stopped to ask for help for her.

Police tape kept the crowds at a distance. Hopefully, enough to give her some dignity. After all she is human and does deserve some dignity.

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Getting out of the house

It is extremely important that I get out of the house once in a while.

So G and I went on an outing to Target. The Curmudgeon wanted a DVD (Wonder Woman), I needed more Flonase and Claritin, and G and I needed to go out to lunch.

We met a nice gal our age in Target and spent quite a bit of time engaging her in a lively conversation. It was fun.

After Target we went to Applebees for lunch. We had a lovely lunch combo of fire roasted chicken salad wraps and Thai salads.

Now I get to spend the rest of the week shut in with The Curmudgeon.

I can see my sanity from here

 

Two down one to go

We have The Curmudgeon’s appointments out of the way.

His are a logistics nightmare. Making sure he is ready to go an hour before the appointment because he will invariably have to find at least ten things to do when we should be walking out the door. Then getting him to the van and loading him and his rollator into it.

Making sure I have all the paperwork he needs to have on hand to fill out all the paperwork they want filled out–yeah, paperless my Aunt Fanny.

Seems every single time we go to any of his doctors they have a mountain of paper work for him to fill out. Well, he can’t see that well and his writing is unreadable so can you guess who gets to fill everything out?

I often question the line “are you afraid of being hurt?”

If the caregiver is the one filling out the form and if they are abusive… how would they answer that one?

Must be the mystery writer in me.

I’m not making light of the importance of that question just the fact that I see so many caregivers are the ones filling out the questionnaires. Maybe they should have a couple of designated questionnaire writers for impaired patients because having the possible abuser filling them out defeats the purpose of the question.

Besides, I am so tired of filling those things out that I want to scream when they hand me a stack of papers.

Next appointment is mine. I go alone. I take my kindle. I am ready in plenty of time. I relax.

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Fall has arrived

Night time temperatures down to the low fifties.

Having to actually close windows here and there.

Thinking about soups and stews for dinners.

Dreading the piles of leaves to come.

Wishing winter would hold off and be short and mild. Hearing all sorts of forecasts of a nasty winter to come. Not happy.

At least it is good sleeping weather.

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Sorry Texas…

Sadly, the federal government is preparing to cut money that would help the people of Texas in rebuilding their lives.

Instead, the idiot in chief and his cronies will be stripping FEMA of funds along with wherever else they can pillage to build that stupid wall and give billionaires more tax breaks.

I think it’s time to get a passport update and get out of here.

 

Upstairs doesn’t always mean a bath

I need to convince Lucy that going upstairs doesn’t always mean it’s bath time. Yeah, she hates them.

I want her to get used to sleeping upstairs with me instead of on the couch with me.

I am dying to get back to using my bed again. It’s been two years since I slept in my own bed due to The Curmudgeon and also Gavin’s ill health at the end.

Problem is, now she’s so used to sleeping on the couch with me she won’t sleep in her crate at night. So I’d just as soon get her to sleep on the bed with me if I can get her past the dreaded bath.

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I fell asleep early for a change…

Lot of good that did, I woke with an aura–the beginning of a migraine for me. I haven’t had a migraine in well over a year.

I hate seeing that aura. It means I get to spend the rest of the day feeling rather crappy. If I take migraine medicine as soon as I see the aura I don’t get the head splitting headache but I do still get the slight nausea and general mild headache for 24 hours. Feels like a mild hangover.

This is close to what my aura looks like, only it’s more cross hatched than wavy, is super bright, starts as a tiny spot in the lower right corner of my vision and grows to block my sight completely if I don’t take the medicine. Luckily mine are now controlled with over the counter medicines instead of prescription ones, and they are very few and far between. They used to be hormonally triggered now it is stress and/or petroleum fumes of any kind that triggers them.

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1 day 1 night running

The dehumidifier has run for a full day and over night. There is a noticeable difference in how humid the basement is.

It is about half of what it was.

I’m actually able to tolerate it down there enough to get laundry done.

Hooray!

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Sometimes running errands is a good thing

It gets me out of the house before I strangle him.

Had to run to his pain management office to pick up a prescription, Also CVS called before my alarm went off to tell me he had a script ready.  That made two I needed to pick up.

Went over to G’s and asked her if she wanted to run errands with me. I winked and said, “we can stop for lunch too.”

A little while later we were off to make the first stop at pain management.

From there we stopped at a favored diner on our way back to town to CVS. Thought to take a picture of my spinach quiche and fruit salad after I’d started to eat.

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CVS pharmacy stop, I had to drop a script there and we had a 30 minute wait for it.

We decided to kill some time by taking a walk at Lake Muhlenburg. I got three poor pictures of the swan. I hope to one day catch it up close and not during a grooming session like today.

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We walked for a while then headed back to the pharmacy. Scripts were ready, no line, we were quickly on our way home.

Lucy’s day out

I was fixing her breakfast when our lawn guy rang the bell for the key to the gate. OMG she scolded me, she scolded him, and she scolded The Curmudgeon as he arrived downstairs. Apologized for her noise telling the lawn guy that she was not happy because I was fixing her breakfast and I’d better get back at it before we were all deafened.

About two o’clock I picked up her traveling harness. Holy cow, her tail started going in circles so fast I thought she’d take off into the air like a little helicopter. She stood still for me to put it on and hook her to her leash. Then she dragged me to the door.

No hesitation getting into the van and then her crate. Lucy was ready for her adventure!

She never sits in the waiting room area, she drags me to the office door and bounds in to love up on the receptionists. They can’t resist her. She loves the fuss they make over her so much it’s hard to drag her out of there and into an exam room.

Then she got to see a tech where she once again was loved up on her and was loved on in return.

Teeth checked…Excellent!

Wart removal sites checked…Excellent!

And we were on our way home after another short love in session at the desk.

Lucy is a real character.

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Lucy back to vet…

But don’t worry, it’s just her recheck after the wart removals and tooth extractions.

She’s feeling great.

And that awful breath she had is gone. Boy, before they found that rotten tooth, her breath smelled like something had crawled into her mouth and died.

She will have a great time meeting and greeting all her friends at the clinic.

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