Don’t leave us, {{{MG}}}!!! Stay here and talk it out - you know this is a great sounding board!
We did our first breakfast out since (I think) Feb and it was nice. But boy howdy is it a high-calorie event! I’ll need to modify my usual order in the future.
Then I picked up a box of light bulbs and took them to daughter’s house. They’re making progress. SIL just left with another truckload, and both bedrooms are just about empty. I’ve started stowing stuff ahead of the painting, but I had to take a break. Well, didn’t have to, but wanted to.
FCD is still working. I worry about his stress level. And it doesn’t look like his parents will be coming to visit - his dad’s Parkinson’s is getting lots worse, so a long car trip is a very bad idea. I expect we’ll be heading down there for a visit once the painting, etc, is done. Just sorry they won’t be able to see daughter’s house or visit with Roxy. I fear they’ll die before ever seeing her again.
Anybody want a dining room hutch? I hate to toss it, but it’s so big and we just don’t want it any longer. I may keep the bottom half for the guest bedroom, then we just have to get rid of the top. hmmmmmm…
MG, some {{{ }}} and never believe in averages…never tell me the odds should be your motto. I can’t do a damn thing about depression, however, but Thel’s advice sounds good. Be strong, we’re here.
Nettie, I like Grace as a name (maybe because it was my Mom’s), or since it is a Dove, that’s Columba in Italian or Lupe in Hawaiian (per google translate) and either of those names seem nice.
Nut, hope the bees had a productive year and you do to.
So it woke about 6:30, still felt tired and nothing much to do, so put on the magic sleeping mask and woke up about 9:40am…so need to clean up and head out for early dinner soon (Swampy, great minds do think alike…I had Longhorn on my weekly menu for today…). Then a couple more loads of laundry and all will be right with the world.
Howdy all. I have been a bad Mumper this week. Life is just like that right now. Hubby continues to have back issues. He had two MRI’s, X-rays and a CT scan this last week. If nothing else he is radioactive. A trip to Fort Lauderdale with his daughter to the neurologist showed “the spine of a 30 yr old” which is good news. He has no broken bones, no disc problems but he has arthritis in his sacrum which is the back side of the pelvis. Dr said his fall and twisting of the area created an inflammation that is severe and severe enough that he can’t walk. This next Friday the Dr will be in the Keys and using some sort of hand held MRI device will do some injections ( not steroids) directly into those areas. If that doesn’t do the trick he shall have to have epidurals. I foresee some physical therapy as well.
I rented a wheelchair and have one on order. He can transfer from it to the bed or chair alone now which was impossible a few days ago so we are seeing some improvement. He had a teledoc appt with his interventional cardiologist that did the valve two months ago and he said the valve is perfect. We told him about the back injury so he said after he is over that he will go ahead and fix the other valve and do something that will forever alleviate the need for blood thinners.
Our daughter has been wonderful and is so patient with him. I was able to irk all last week except I did take off for the phone doctor appt. new Director is a bugger bear. Just like old new one he is making tons of changes before even figuring out how we operate. This is a mistake in my opinion. I got my evaluation with a wonderfully complimentary write up and a highly satisfactory overall rating. I was penalized for the pandemic and not going to work every day thus affecting my attendance and productivity. I did not even take that into consideration with my own employees. Anyway for the first time in 17 years I don’t have an outstanding evaluation. That stung a bit. I am getting a raise of 1/2 of 1 percent. A slap in the face but it’s a gift that keeps on giving.
I still didn’t finish all that training and found out he sent lists to more than just me. All mine is supervisory training that has never been required. Worker’s compensation, EEO, mentoring and coaching for supervisors. Just stuff that I have never had on my list to do.
Funny thing is a few days after he sent out the lists of training the base trainer person sent out a list showing some of it is obsolete and this one will cover two of those etc so he was knocked down a notch. I also started getting emails from a higher up asking me (all colleagues in the SE) if we do renter education when we rent out bounce houses. We do rent them but I do not. We have a person who takes care of all those types of rentals so I guess that will become part of my job. Also an email showing how kids can build sailboats to be used in swimming pools. We have a pool on base but we also have an aquatics dept. Am I now going to be in charge of the pool? It’s all very mysterious and I have not yet replied. I think he is trying to get rid of me since I am close to my 20 years.
He asked our Child care manager for a report and when she sent it he sent it back with red edit marks like a teacher would do. This lady has a masters in Child Education. Once she corrected it and sent it back he told her never mind she just obviously could not do it. I don’t know if he will stay and as of this point I would say no. All his emails have a hostile tone. Right now if it were not for my insurance I would quit.
So my life has continued to suck and I don’t want to be a Debbie downer so I have not been to the MMP.
Still need the prayers and healing vibes. I am now going todo read to see what y’all are up to.
Please DO post downer things when they happen. It gives the rest of us permission to share similar stuff. Everyone here seems so busy, connected, and upbeat, that I often feel guilty posting downer stuff.
That said, Holy shit! What baloney you have to put up with!!
You’ve mentioned drinking somewhere along in here. AA is not therapy, but the right group can be a huge support. I dated an alcoholic for a few years and went to alanon three times a week. I never said one word out loud in any of those meetings, but while I was there, I felt buoyed up by an enormous ocean of love, I never got a sponsor, but I knew that if I reached out, people would be supportive. I’ve known alcoholics who go to an AA meeting every day of their lives…for decades. Now, of course, in-person meetings are out, which might actually help someone struggling with inertia like yourself. Getting dressed, getting into the car, and driving to a meeting with strangers could be very daunting. Can’t hurt to explore some online options… being by yourself all the time creates fertile ground for misery.
Also search online for free or low cost therapy by zoom or phone. Seriously.
I know a Christopher and Kristine and a Christopher and Christine pairing. I think those names were a bit too popular in the mid 1970s. All four tend to use the shortened form of their names. They do not know each other and it’s unlikely that I’ll be hosting an event, that all 4 of them would attend.
I don’t have any experience, but I’ve heard there are many places that offer therapy on a sliding scale. It’s that important. Perhaps there’s something like that for EmilyG?
Didn’t get to the cookie making. Maybe next weekend. Days are getting shorter.
I hope you got to do that breakfast out. That was always a favorite treat of mine. My youngest progeny loved to do that. Together we were doing a diner circuit in town, exploring them all. Trying new ones but occasionally hitting our favorite because it was so good, the pancakes were so big they hung over the edge of the plate (and the plates were big to begin with). Haven’t done that since he went away to school 8 years ago, so please tell us all about your breakfast out!
I’m actually going to try a Zoom coffee klatch get together with a newish friend after months and months (6). Time to just relax and be social. I hope I remember how. You Mumpers are doing a good job of keeping my friending chops in tune though. Give the A wee :boop: for me.
It is just statistics. Help me remember that, all those same statistics apply to me to me too. According to them I should have bitten the dust 13 years ago, but here I am, pestering all you good folk. It’s a daunting, uphill battle but let’s you and I keep winning like we are.
I nearly did a closer :boop: than planned- went through the whole check, bees flying everywhere and bumping off me (they do that as a warning, if they’re feeling generous) with my hood only half zipped on. Oops. Got away with it though!
Just for the record - I hate shopping for curtains!!! It seems every time I find some I like, they’re sold out. And it looks like the base mold we installed 16 years ago is no longer made, tho it’s hard to tell from the website. I think we just need to take a piece to Lowe’s and match it.
SIL just came back to get another load of stuff. I think they’re discovering how small their house really is! And, how much crap they own. They’re not very organized, either. When I was there yesterday, I just sorta took charge and told my daughter what to do. I think she was overwhelmed. But between us, we got her bathroom more or less organized, and I got her linen closet in shape. She was working on the kitchen when we stopped in this morning. They need to make a trash run - which is easier for them since there’s a convenience center a couple of miles from their place.
Loved her picture. Made me wish I could reach out and stroke her nose and strong, warm sleek neck. Sigh…do that from me next chance you get. Tell her Boo sent you. Maybe give her a carrot or apple too.
I suspect they aren’t even decent anywhere. My big brother, who’s still saving my butt after all these years (he started a few weeks after I was born), is autistic and the services he can get are horrid. The army was willing to draft him for Vietnam, send him back 100% disabled and since then the VA autism services he gets make me ashamed of my country. He carries on and still is my loyal, devoted big bro, always there to have my back. He’s 74 so there is hope for us all.
I am, for one, but I still let it all hang out occasionally because Mumpers are good at authentically listening, so, EmilyG, keep talking we’re all .
Here’s some {{{}}}. Come and get some, anybody who needs one. I’m happy to refill the stockpile as needed.
Same year I started and same promise made to a blessed therapist. Still doing it, the blessed therapist and the promising. Then I had 3 incredible kids, the promise became even more sacred when I made it to them, a mom has to. Shoot, I promise kitties too. Working well so far. Hard a lot of hard stretches, but works.
Jeez, I have two of those, one lovely solid wood TV unit, with leaded glass doors, but I just don’t need it, or the other one, a vintage armoire that I refinished for my daughter lo these many years ago for her first grown up room. Then she gave it back to me the last time she moved. Sentimentally I’m attached to it, but it takes too much space. I’ve decided when I get both of them emptied I’m going to Craigslist them saying “free, but be prepared to come with a pickup and move ‘em out of my living room under your own power, I’ll hold the door.”
thel gives world quality advice. I’m tucking it away for myself.
I have one of those too! Keep it right next to my so I can reach out for it without opening my eyes. Wonderful things, magic sleeping masks-and black out curtains.
You’re not a downer at all. Come early and often. I just wish I could do something for you and your sweetheart.
I loved my PT. I never realized what magic they could do. My neck and shoulders stopped hurting, I stopped falling, my knee pain stopped killing me and I eventually could ditch my canes and walker, I wish the same for your better half.
That is some stunning cat. Takes one’s breath away. I have always needed a Siamese and that one of yours is a gorgeous feline. :boops: and admiration squared.
My meezer Moxie knows that also and uses those wiles to have her way, even with her two tabby siblings. Absolute monarchs, Siameezers are.
Now that I have spent two lovely hours with you all, time for breakfast and a 2nd cup of . Yes, I know it’s 1:15 in the pm, but I’m a good kid otherwise.
Beautiful day here. The sun is shining, gentle breeze, low humidity, 82 degrees.
Damn mosquitoes everywhere.
Hardly anybody at the park today.
Ripple was being quiet and when we got home I saw that he wasn’t feeling well. I hide an aspirin in a treat and he took off upstairs. I went up to pill him and decided while I was up there I’d do a few things. Poor fence guy, I had locked the back door and didn’t have my phone with me. He was out there for a half hour without me knowing. Fortunately, there were a few things he could do without electricity. I thought for sure Echo would let me know when he got here, I guess she didn’t hear him either.
I have so much that needs to be done around here and not much is getting done. I just feel very very lazy. My son has been busy though, He washed the walls going up the stairs. The baseboards still need to be done. He also cleaned the windows in the back door and washed the door as well. I never know what he will clean, he has no system, but I’m not going to complain.
{{{MG}}} - I hope you feel better soon, and statistics don’t mean shit. One of my friends’ father, who worked with statistics, used to say, there are lies, damn lies, and statistics.
{{{Butters}}} I’m sorry you and your hubby are going through so much.
I’m going to eat a bit of lunch, give Ripple another aspirin, and take a much needed shower.
MG, about statistics…you have to avoid taking them at face value. I did a bunch of research on this because I’m concerned about you. That life expectancy of 36? That includes small children who drown (an increased risk with autism, and one you’re past) AND people with severe developmental disabilities, both of which lower the general life expectancy. If you discount both of those, the life expectancy rises to around 60. If you remove the risk from seizure disorders, it’s even higher.
Yes, the risk of suicide is much higher among people with autism. People with disabilities have a higher suicide risk in general. I get this. My world shrunk dramatically even before COVID. When I say I feel like I’m doing solitary for a crime I never committed, I’m joking-not-joking. It’s tough.
What all this amounts to is that self-care is critically important. Make it your #1 priority, as important as insulin is to a diabetic or an inhaler is to an asthmatic. I know some people with autism don’t like Autism Speaks, and I respect that, but they do have a website with resources for coping during COVID. What state do you live in? Most areas have therapists whose fees are on a sliding scale.
Vent, rage, bitch all you like here. Don’t think of the cheerful posts as yardsticks or as acts; think of them as reassurance that it’s possible to be reasonably happy, even during a pandemic. Also, people here are as open as they’re comfortable in doing so. I don’t post things my stalking ex can use to stalk me online, which he’s done. Others have other reasons.
Afternoon all. The Longhorn Steak House has provided me sustenance and Wal-Mart provided milk and Tide Pods, so my outdoor duties are done. Solved all 3 Sudoku’s without peeking at the answers, and am currently working jumbles (what does TRECIM spell??). Took another look at the remaining laundry and maybe just the towels need washing, still have two clean pair of jeans.
Sari, couldn’t he knock on your door? And good on Sah-son; maybe he could do some work around my house, the blinds badly need cleaning…
All y’all have a good Sunday. I will readin’ and internettin’ and TV-watchin’ for the balance of it.
to begin with). Haven’t done that since he went away to school 8 years ago, so please tell us all about your breakfast out!
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so I can reach out for it without opening my eyes. Wonderful things, magic sleeping masks-and black out curtains.
. Yes, I know it’s 1:15 in the pm, but I’m a good kid otherwise.