Well it’s Sunday night. I’m all clean, lotioned and medicated. My poor hubby is medicated and sleeping noisily in his recliner. He’s got his neck brace on, he’s in pain and he’s doing pretty well considering. My ex was a huge ass after his surgeries and it was pain to take care of him. Hubby is pretty good, this is his first surgery ever… He’s only been a little cranky, but hasn’t crossed over into asshole territory.
I took off the day of his surgery and the 2 days he was in the hospital. While before the surgery hubby was stating that he didn’t need anyone. He just wanted to be dropped off at the hospital and that he wouldn’t need me until it was time for him to go home. I completely ignored this of course. But the first night after his surgery, I did leave after a few hours, I thought I would sleep at home, but no sooner than I get home and get comfortable, my phone rings and my hubby is calling. He is asking if I would come up to the hospital and watch a movie with him. So I got dressed and headed back out. Poor hubby was totally relieved when I walked back in, he decided he was hungry so I ran back out to the store & also swung by the house to get my meds because the hubby wanted me to stay the night at the hospital.
I know to the average person my hubby expressing his desire for me to stay at the hospital with him is nothing special. But if you knew him you would understand how out of character that was for him. It made me feel so warm and fuzzy.
Well we are home from the hospital, thank goodness. The funny part to all of this is, is everyone thought I was the patient. Let me explain, a few weeks ago I tripped and fell and tore my Achilles’ tendon. Since I’m stuck in a boot and can’t walk on my foot, I have a kneeling scooter. So as we went to the doctor’s office and then the hospital everyone was looking at me on my scooter and thought I was the patient.
Well tomorrow is Monday, the start of another work week. I have to work and that’s also up in the air these days. We’ve been scooted around the last few months and now my supervisor is “changing” kind of… It’s not official or is it? My boss is now in Atlanta and I’m not sure how this is going to work out? So now I’m going to have to drum up work I guess to keep myself relevant and make sure that I keep my job. So hubby is going out on disability, which is dropping his salary to only 60% and I’m so ambivalent about everything right now.
Well today we got up early and I took my husband to his appointment with his surgeon. Apparently his spinal column is compressing his spinal cord. We found this out last Thursday, and 6 days later he’ll be under the knife. Yes you read that correctly, his spinal cord is in imminent danger! It’s being compressed so severely that if he doesn’t have the surgery he could possibly be paralyzed from the neck down.
Please keep in mind that my hubby is 50 years old. He has never had a surgery in his entire life. He has no idea! He’s handling it well on the outside… He won’t admit to anything if he’s nervous or anxious or anything but I’m a nervous wreck.
As I’m sitting here writing this, it’s to the sound of thunder outside. There is a pretty big storm hitting us right now. Which hopefully will cool us down, because of course our AC has broken again. Not a good thing in south Louisiana at the beginning of summer.
Well I’ve helped my husband start his disability with work, he’ll be off work for 90 days at the least. Well I can’t seem to keep my thoughts together, so I’ll let you guys know after surgery… Please keep the hubby in your thoughts.
I haven’t written in a while, no particular reason… Just have been busy and when I’m not busy I’ve been incredibly lazy, I guess. Also some things have been going on lately too. I don’t know if I told ya’ll but I tripped a couple of months ago and when I did I tore my Achilles’ tendon in my left foot.
Now the main thing to heal this type of injury is to not walk on the foot. That’s harder than it sounds, believe me. The doctor gave me a kneeling scooter to help the not walking on my foot. It’s harder than it looks. Especially since my knees are bad so it’s not a joy. Also the wheels on that scooter catch everything on the ground and if you are not paying attention you will get thrown off the scooter.
So needless to say I haven’t been using the scooter like I should’ve. It doesn’t help that my boss completely ignores the fact that I shouldn’t be walking. I don’t think she does it out of meanness, I think she’s just self centered, she talks about herself a LOT! So when I went back in for the follow up with my doctor because I didn’t use the scooter to come in his office he chewed me out. So for the past week I’ve been doing my best to not walk on my foot. It’s been hard to say the least and it’s driving me out of my flipping mind!!!
My house is becoming a pig sty which is bothering me immensely in fact I’m getting ready to throw caution to the wind and clean today. I’ve made a to do list & everything!!! I’m just hoping the hubby doesn’t pay too close attention and yell at me. He’s doing his best to help but he’s tired too and cleaning isn’t high on his list of priorities.
Next on my list of stuff, huge amount of worry for the hubby. He was feeling weird the other night, it’s hard to explain. So he went to the ER and believe me when I say this my husband going to any doctor is cause for worry. He simply doesn’t go. So he goes to the hospital, they run some tests, they admit him for the night.
Ok gotta run, will continue at a later date…
Ok folks here is the dorkiest event that I’ve ever participated in… I was getting my things together to go to Houston for the weekend to help my friend sew a quilt for her son. I was also going to bring a crochet project to work on during the down time of the weekend. I have a little plastic box that my husband gave me. It’s full of small compartments and I’ve used it to store my crochet hooks, stitch markers, scissors, doll eyes and needles.
I usually keep it with my current projects, but here lately I’ve left current projects in various spots in the camper. For example I have my hubby’s afghan next to my recliner, my daughters cardigan on my dresser & a donation hat at work… So I haven’t been toting my crochet box around. But I figured that with this new project I’m gonna start at Jen’s I would need my box, but alas I couldn’t find it!!!
I live in my RV so we are talking about approximately 400 square feet. Normally I love it! But tonight I was in a total panic, I couldn’t find my crochet box!! I looked in the 2 likely places it would be in the camper and NOTHING! Of course hubby is out of town, so I have to wonder did he put the box away? I called and he of course has fallen asleep and doesn’t answer the phone. So I’m in tears and walking back and forth in my camper and that’s a very bad thing because I’ve torn my tendon and the last thing I need to be doing is walking on it! So I call my friend in Houston & I’m almost in tears and I’m asking her if I’ve possibly left this box at her house. Lo and behold she says does it have white thread and other stuff in it? I’m so relieved! I mean seriously, my box has been found. Thank goodness. I’m so relieved and I’m literally wiping tears off of my cheeks and realize how stupid it is to have been that upset about a crochet box.
So again I state I’ve just participated in a very dorky event.
I’m sitting in my bed watching TV. I don’t know why when it’s late at night and I’m watching TV getting ready to go to sleep that I suddenly get this desire to write on my blog? It’s the weirdest thing.
Well the first thing is, it’s official the hubby is on the road. The truck, the truck camper and the trailer are all packed up and heading south. He got a late start, but I don’t care I’m just so happy he’s on his way.
The second thing… I went to the movies tonight and saw the movie “I Feel Pretty” it’s a comedy starring a comedian who professes to be a woman who isn’t beautiful. It was a pretty funny movie, it’s about a woman who has low self esteem then she has an accident and when she comes to she thinks she’s hot. I won’t go on about the movie too much don’t want to issue a spoiler alert, but I gotta say the movie got me to thinking. We all want to be considered attractive if not beautiful. That was a big part of the movie, but what really got under my skin was the confidence. That’s what I want, I want to be confident in how look. I’ve lived a hard life, I’ve also ignored myself for a lot of that life. Consequently my body shows a lot of wear & tear. I’m not really happy about it, I work out but more for the stretching to try & keep the pain at bay. Since my thyroid has been removed it makes losing weight virtually impossible. So despite the cellulite, sagging skin, freckles and scars I just want to look at myself in the mirror and not feel shame. I want to be confident in myself, for nothing more than being myself.
I follow this girl on Instagram she is posting stuff trying to promote body confidence. I agree with her message, but honestly? She’s adorable. She’s just got a few extra pounds, she is what you would consider pudgy. Her skin isn’t stretched marked or sagging nor is it bulging out in weird ways. So I applaud her attempt in trying to help folks be happy with themselves I just wish she were uglier it’d be more helpful.
Well I guess I’m about ready to turn in for the night, hubby just texted me he’s pulled over & gonna sleep for the night. So good night everyone.
I’m starting to feel like my old self. I got home from work and finished my friend’s quilt. It’s all ready to go to the long arm quilter this weekend. Then I came upstairs and worked on one of the many crochet projects that I have started. As I lay here watching TV, Gilmore Girls in case you wanted to know, I realized that I wasn’t sad and lonely. That I felt almost like myself. It’s been a while since I’ve felt that way.
Does it have to do with my husband moving here? He’ll be here this weekend and I’m over the moon about it. I am not sure about my hop to Louisiana. I mean I’m missing the folks in my life a LOT! My daughter told me she’s pregnant with my 3rd grandchild and for the first time I won’t be involved in the birth. I was there for the birth of my 1st grandchild, in fact I was the first person to hold her. I kept Preslie when Iris was born then went to the hospital the day she was born. Now I won’t even be in the vicinity when #3 appears… Sad! Also there are changes happening at work that I’m not sure what they mean. But despite all of that I’m feeling like myself.
Now I’ve been bad, I haven’t worked out in the last 2 weeks. And I certainly need to, but I feel like myself! My hubby and my kids don’t get along, but I feel like myself. It’s hard to describe how different things are then they were 6 months ago, but I’m starting to feel like myself again. My eyes are watering and my nose is running because my allergies are out of control, but I’m starting to feel like myself again.
I know I’m starting to get back to my old self because I started blogging in my head while I was making dinner. For example, the saying goes “write what you know” and I’ve noticed some of the blogs I follow folks write what they know. What’s going on in their lives etc. So I thought of what about writing a subject that you are not familiar with… But is that stupid? I mean just spouting words about a subject that you know nothing of? Or would you research something outside the box and learn something or just stick with random conjecture?
Ok I just reread the previous paragraphs, they are choppy and all over the map and on that note I’m done torturing ya’ll for the evening.
Well everyone I have the best news ever! My hubby tried in his own silly way to tell me, but his boss finally said he could go ahead and move to Louisiana!!! I am so excited, after 6 long, agonizing months I am going to get to live with my husband again. I know it sounds silly, and I apologize for all the whining you had to read, but it’s all over now.
I don’t know how people do long distance for years at a time before being able to live with each other. I am a social person, I need people, I need physical touch. When you’re married your limited on who you can “touch” and that’s fine, but when the only person you can “touch” doesn’t live with you it makes it hard. As I do my silly looking “happy” dance I’m happy to say that the loneliness has come to an end.
This weekend I’m going to Houston to volunteer at the Liver Foundation walk, because the other half of my brain had a liver transplant 7 years ago and she participates in this walk because of it. She asked since I live close if I would participate. I won’t participate in the walk, because the last time I did a 5K walk I ended up with silver dollar size blisters on the bottom of my feet and my knees were in agony for a week or so after. But I did tell my friend I would be a volunteer at the walk in support of her.
I’m hoping that now that my best friend is moving down here with me and the weather is getting nicer that I’ll be able to get out more and enjoy my new home. Also I am always hopefully looking forward to meeting new people. If you want to know something interesting about my husband? He is a people magnet. Women openly flirt with him, my presence doesn’t seem to matter. Women have walked right up to him, looked over at me and then promptly started flirting with him. I find it hilarious, the reason I find it so funny is my husband is completely oblivious to it. Men of all shapes and sizes are drawn to him. The straight guys immediately treat him as their best friend and the gay men are attracted to him. My poor goofy husband despite his genial out going nature is essentially a loner. He likes being alone and sitting quietly doing and thinking of nothing. He just enjoys being, so you ask what is he doing with someone like me? Lord knows? He is fiercely loyal to a chosen few and the rest are just white noise. I’m extremely happy to be one of the chosen few.
Well after this weekend, I will be with my best friend, my lover, my husband again and I’m extremely happy about this.
I have so many different thoughts running around my brain. Nothing that would constitute a full blog entry so I figured I’d just ramble and try and empty my brain before I try to go to sleep.
For example who has heard of the theory that when you have writers block, you should sit down and simply type. No punctuation, no grammar, just write. Does that work? I mean what is the point? Are you supposed to go back through what you wrote insert grammar and punctuation? I thought about trying it on here one night but my computer was across the room and I was too tired.
I am going to Houston for the weekend. I am going to test drive cars because I get to buy a new car and I can’t wait. I really want a Mini Cooper but I’m going to test drive other cars as well just to make sure the Mini is what I really want. I even asked my hubby if he thought I would get the Mini or not… He thought about it and said he thinks I’m going to get the Mini Cooper. I am also taking my gun to my friends so we can go shooting at the range. I hope we will have time, because I really enjoy target shooting.
I’m watching True Blood while I write this, I find that funny because I’m currently living in Louisiana. I mean why does this matter? I have no idea I mean seriously, what does geography have to do with your favorite show? I don’t know why, but it does. I mean my friend and I are seriously planning a trip to the town where the movie Steel Magnolia’s was filmed, why? Because it’s here in Louisiana. They have turned the house that the movie was filmed in, into a themed bed and breakfast. If you promise not to laugh I’ll tell you something I did to the great amusement of my hubby. I love the Janet Evanovich books, the by the numbers books, the books take place in Trenton, New Jersey. One weekend a couple of years ago, I went to visit my hubby in Pennsylvania because he was there for work. We were right across the border from Trenton, New Jersey. I asked my hubby to drive me over there so I could see the town. He laughed out loud and said I was so goofy. Never the less he drove me over there and I stopped and got a famous Tasty Cake that the main character was always eating in the book. This also was a source of great amusement for my hubby and his friends. Although his friends wife took sympathy on me because she too loves to read.
Well my meds are starting to kick in, which means my hip pain is temporarily subsiding. That’s another thing I’d love to ramble on about, but I still need to shower and wash my hair. Given how long my hair is, washing it is a bit of a pain. But it’s getting late and I have to work tomorrow, plus drive 3 1/2 hours to Houston so… Good night!
I’m getting a little excited. I am getting ready to buy a new to me car. Yep that’s right. I’ve wanted a Mini Cooper for years!!! Years!!! I tell you. There has been no reason to buy a car in the last few years. Hubby got a new a job and his company gave him a company car, so I inherited the car he was driving. It’s a Volkswagon Jetta, TDI.
We call the car “Hitler” because it’s a German that keeps trying to kill it’s driver. But it’s paid off and gets great gas mileage. Well with the emissions controversy, they are going to buy back the car, which will allow me to buy the car I want and we can still put some money into the bank.
The hubby and I have come to trust CarMax, we’ve bought our last 3 vehicles from them including the Jetta. Well there isn’t a CarMax in Lafayette, but there is in Houston, where the other half of my brain lives. So Friday night I’m headed to Houston to check out my favorite car. We are going to test drive a few cars and if my Mini Cooper stands up to the scrutiny then I’m going to buy it!!! I’ve got the new car excitement, but I’m a little nervous too, I mean what if I don’t like it? What if I come to hate it as much as I hate the Jetta?
Wish me luck, I am excited and can’t wait to see if my new to me car is as fun as I remember…
And before you ask, no I didn’t win. I ventured out tonight and went to the local bingo hall and played. I did sit next to a nice lady named Shameka. She was very tolerant of all my questions and she did some slight chit chat. She ended up winning twice and I didn’t win a damn thing. I’m really kind of proud of myself… I’m starting to get out just a smidge more. I’ve been going to the movies more lately, which is a step in the right direction. I was a huge movie goer in KC so the fact that I wasn’t going here was starting to bum me out. I’m still pretty lonely but the hubby popped in for a weekend and that was greatly needed.
I love playing bingo and the bingo hall I went to in KC closed down about a year before I left so I haven’t played in forever. I had a great productive day today, I made some serious headway on a friends t-shirt quilt that I’ve been avoiding finishing, and I played bingo. I know it doesn’t sound like much but frankly given how depressed I’ve been lately it was a good day today.
So I’m sitting on here on my bed, running the software update on my cell phone as I type this pitiful little entry. I mean literally don’t have much else to say… Which is odd because the other day I was sitting in my recliner and literally wrote out a blog in my head. Now as I sit here writing this entry, my mind is going blank.
Ok well maybe it’ll be a better entry next time. Good night!