Right now I want to cry scream stomp my feet and throw a big temper tantrum, but I'm too tired and in to much pain to even whimper.
How much more can I take? I had a great time with my grandkids while they were here. The last day we went to the park. A friendly ant decide to crawl up my prosthesis. When it got to the flesh of course I felt it and tried to brush it off. The poor ant got a little frightened and bit me on the back of my knee. Even with a quick stab from an Eppy pen I got another visit to our friendly ER. I didn't know at the time, but one of my dear girls was in another room just a couple doors down. She had collapsed at work. She had been complaining of pain and weakness in her legs. She has been diagnosed with MS.
So here I sit unable to help her, unable to even put my stupid foot on. Heck I'm so weak I can't even push myself into the next room without taking a couple breaks.
I would offer you some cheese to go with all my whine but that would take a trip to the kitchen and I'm not up to that.
Just the wine for me, no cheese necessary. FWIW we just had a herd of grands leave. and my wife is curled in the fetal position about to take one of he famous 12 hour naps. She has no health problems. I'm not trying to minimize anything, I've just learned the truth of the statement great "to see the grands come, happy to see them go................." You worked your hiney off while they were there to be "perfect grandma" the let down after they leave is huge. So enjoy your wine and PLEASE give yourself a break...................
I am feeling like giving up right now. Because of the ant bite I am unable to put on my prosthesis. Since my wheelchair won't go into the bathroom I'm having to use a bedside commode. This morning after my husband had left for work the bucket fell out and spilled all over the bedroom floor. Cleaning up the mess and moving all the furniture while pushing myself around in the wheelchair took me almost three hours. It was already a low spoon day. I was not ready to have my husband come home and get mad at me because I hadn't gotten the dishes from fixing dinner into the dishwasher. I understand that he is stressed, that he is having to do his job while rewriting the program that the programmer made a mess of. Normally he is pretty understanding of my limitations, so please don't think ill of him. It is just right now he is stressed and I'm feeling battered. We had a big blow up tonight. I think that the last time we had this big of fight I dumped a pot off stew over his head. That was 32 years ago.
Sending you big hugs, Doggie. I think we all go through these periods and we are sure we will not make it through one more minute or one more day of this nonsense. Hang in there. Come on this site and vent to us all. We understand. Wishing I could make things easier or do more than just send cyber hug to you.
Today has been better. God works in mysterious ways. Last night our straight laced neighbor went out with an high school friend. When he got home, his perception was a little off. He hit a pile of aluminium siding they had just taken off the side of his house. It made a huge racket. Nobody was hurt, no damage was done, but it woke up my husband who came running to check on me. We had a good time of sharing, laughing, just being together with nothing needing to be done. Yes the pain remains and I'm still stuck in the blasted chair, but I'm not feeling as much like a bump on a log that is just there to irritate.