Extra early risin’.
Have to get to dialysis early because afterwards we go to Texarkana to the Diabetic clinic. Ugh! Doctors. Yay! Freebies.
I have to eat because the Dialysis place has food but only after 8am, my whole eating schedule is now off by a good hour and a half. Oh, joy!
Ivy sez, “Too bad we can’t walk this morning”
I said, no, no it’s not too bad. She’s gonna kill me, that woman is. My lifeless body will be found on the backside of the pond where she cracked the whip once too often. And I just died.
The grandsons woke up when they heard us eating a healthy, complete breakfast. I told them get a cereal bar and go to their Mothers room to watch TV. I’m glad I’m leaving. Someone ain’t gonna wake up happy.
Altho’ the cats protested loudly, all the pets have all pottied and had a snack, we’re good to go.
God I hate early morning. It’s just so depressing til the sun is all the way up. But we’ll probably not have a sunny day.
No winter weather, as predicted. Figured that out when it just kept raining, last night.
Hope no one really needs a gallon of milk this morning cause there ain’t none at a store. No. Where.
On the road. We shoulda left last night. Ivy is driving like there’s a funeral procession. I mentioned 40 might be a bit slow on the highway. I better shut-up or I may be taking that walk, yet.
Got my freebies. Two pokes for blood tests. Recalibrated my pump. I’m
good.
Got Tacos after.
In the way home Ivy drove faster. I’m thinking I’ve exasperated her enough today. She wants out of my car.
Turned into my road and Ivy sez, “We got time for a walk!”
Clearly your fellow Arkansans sensed a French Toast Emergency due to the weather forecast. Around here, whenever a winter storm is predicted, the stores face a run on milk, bread, and eggs.
I had to get a blood draw done after my mammogram this morning. Such a fun day! And I used to donate blood several time a year, and I’ve done a ton of pheresis donations, too, and I was always fast. But today? It took forever to fill the vial.
Somehow I always know it’s you by the thread title, Beck. Your posts always brighten my day, even when you are feeling poorly. I’m so sorry you’re having such tribulations. HUGS
I have an entire case of commercial-grade toilet paper in storage in the basement. I bought it in the early days of the pandemic, when everyone was freaking out about getting their hands on TP (and I certainly didn’t want to run out). We call it our “toilet paper of last resort,” because it’s really unpleasant – it’s thin and rough, and I wouldn’t want to use it unless the only other choice was using junk mail.
Here in Boston, where it snows in the winter and hits over 90 degrees Fahrenheit in the summer, there at least used to be – maybe still are – runs on air conditioners in the summer and snow shovels in the winter. Surprise! As if these geniuses had never heard of “seasons.”
This makes me think of my dad. He’d stock up on staples whenever he found them on sale. We had stacks of toilet paper and bar soap. He stocked up on motor oil, too, but I never saw where he stored that.
