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.
My newest Tee
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
We walked for a while then headed back to the pharmacy. Scripts were ready, no line, we were quickly on our way home.
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.
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.
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.
I still battle the moths that invaded my home with things the Curmudgeon brought home from his mother’s house.
This is a battle, that had I seen them early on, I might have won.
Clothing moths are invasive and tiny and not really seen until you have a full scale infestation of them.
I started my battle with sticky, baited with pheromones, traps and caught lots of them. I am allergic to cedar so can’t use that in my closets, I use a mix of rosemary and mint.
Mothballs are out of the question as the chemicals in them are dangerous.
Then a few weeks ago I came across a spray, Maggie’s Farm flying insect spray. It uses natural oils in a water based spray.
It is working.
In actuality, it was a busy day.
Lucy had me up early. Twice.
Our Five Star Home Foods guy, Joe showed up to take our order. Sadly, he’s retiring. We will miss him.
The Curmudgeon’s truck was across town getting an inspection. Wouldn’t you know they’d call right before food guy got here? And it was G to the rescue. She ran The Curmudgeon to get his truck while I started working on our food order with Joe.
The Curmudgeon got back in time to sign paperwork and say good bye to Joe.
We’ve been customers for years and years. I highly recommend them.
For the last few nights we’ve had cool weather. It is so very nice to turn off the AC and open the house, too bad I cannot use the whole house fan in the attic and pull the cool air through faster and more efficiently.
To use the fan, I need to get the attic cleaned of the mess left behind by the not so great of a roofer who did our roof. He, knowing what a mess removing a slate roof incurs never bothered to tell us to tarp everything or do it himself.
I cannot even walk through the attic now without running into insulation that has dropped down from the weight of slate crap on it. Or crunching across the floor…ew I hate that.
What I have to find is someone who is willing and able to clean the attic, redo insulation properly, and figure out how to ‘screen out’ critters when the fan is off. The fan is so strong it blew our window screen to ribbons.
Oh, yes I did!
I added to my Tee shirt collection!
I also added to The Curmudgeon’s
And Lucy got a new blanket.
Back on July 19th I wrote about how the guys at the car dealer’s were shocked at the low mileage on my van.
Yesterday I got a note from my insurance company wanting to update a few things. 2 questions is all.
- How many miles did I expect to drive in the upcoming year? Um, if I drive a lot maybe 80 miles?
- What is the current mileage on my 2012 van? You’re not going to believe it…okay, here goes… 4063 miles.
I sent it back today. Can’t wait to hear from them, and I’m sure we will. LOL