TISMF in response to how am I and how is the husband.

Took sweet pea out for an hour before heading over to the nursing home this morning. My dog park friend called me. She needs someone to talk to. I just don’t have the emotional capacity right this second for other people’s stuff though and managed to get her off pretty quick. She just got back from three weeks of vacation and only wanted to complain about the bed and breakfasts being dingy and the food being expensive… to me! Literally the entire time she has been gone I have been battling a UTI, smearing chemo cream on my nose while supporting my medically fragile husband through his hospitalization and transfer to the nursing home. No one better whine to me about their vacations.

Anyways, then I headed over to the nursing home. So much closer than the hospital! And I can even take back roads most of the way there and avoid the highway. Much more pleasant.

PT actually saw him before I got there and apparently his BP did not plummet as drastically when he stood up and they had him walking up and down the hallway. He was in good spirits. I told the doctor that he has body dysmorphia and he pinched the loose skin around his waist and screamed that he was fat right in front her. SWEET VALIDATION! Can not tell you how perfect his “demonstration” was- demonstrating my accurate diagnosis! He is down to 217 pounds. He is scrawny. He thinks he should weigh less than 200. I told him that if weighed less than 200 the state would step in and remove him from my custody.

But he was less unhappy about being there as he was on the first day. I think because going home seemed like a possibility. I still suspect the nutritional supplement had something to do with this drop in BP. I just can’t bring myself to start him up on it again. Everything in my gut is screaming that it is the cause. We’ll see how he does this week when they can work with him every day.

I stayed for a couple of hours, stopped for groceries on the way back. Not my usual store, I hit a different TJ’s. My cashier was this sweet young kid, who was wearing a mask (which I appreciate) and when I got into the car I called the store to say something nice about him to the manager. So, they answer and I say “Hello, I just checked out of your store and Isaac was my cashier. I felt like I needed to call you…” (And at that point I heard exactly why my children are always shocked when I say nice things because I realized that between my neutral tone and my neutral voice this could 100% go in either direction) “and tell you what a sweet and charming young man (yes, I said “young man” like I’m 85 or something) Isaac is. He is such a lovely representative for your store. I just wanted to recognize him.” Or something like that. Then I hoped that they keep score or something so they can tell the kid he did good today. I’m just sitting here smiling remembering how cute he was talking about how much he loves summer fruit.

Anyways, then I came back, finished mowing the lawn because yesterday I was about 20 minutes from done when the Chinese takeout arrived so I just took a hard left, parked the mower by the back door and called it a day. No overgrown lawn was going to stand between me and my garlic eggplant with fried rice. And it was super good so I was happy to be eating it fresh and hot.

Then, after the lawn, I tried to print some photos but had to admit defeat when my 10 year old software wouldn’t open anything up and now tonight I’m going to have to hook up the new computer I bought last summer and start paying monthly for an updated photoshop package. I hate that fucking recurring monthly payment. What a Fucking scam!

So, I was trying to challenge myself with some word games and puzzles (How freaking creepy is it to use FETAL and SEMEN in the first place let alone in the same game?) because as long as I can do those swiftly I know the head gears are still turning. And now I’m probably going to put the phone down and make some dinner for me and Josh. Today I’m making lemon rice (Greek) and shrimp scampi with some arugula with a Nice lemon vinaigrette and of course assorted tomatoes I grew on the Patio.

Maybe after dinner I will get Josh to help me with the computer. I’ll ask, we’ll see how grouchy he is about it.

Until I wrote this all out I would have said I didn’t get anything accomplished today.