Tu-Bardh is helping me get through the morning.

Hullo again all, I’ve been interspersing off the cuff posts with pre-programming. So, when you get more than one post per day, it’s my fault entirely.

Clanadonia, a Scots drum band is one of my favorites. Their album Keeping it Tribal is just yummy. It stirs the blood enough that I can get through. As predicted, I woke with quite a bit of rust on the joints. As predicted, the Hubble and I have to run to the winds to get his medical taken care of. Tu-Bardh is taking enough of the schmutz out of my mind so I can focus. Tyler’s Lament makes my blood sing and sends shivers down my spine.

My back has now cracked and popped with a stretch, and I can begin the mayhem that is today. There is one mandatory stop on the way home. We need to hit a Dollar General. The Hubble has a cookie fetish, and must have backup cookies for the ones in stock. I don’t want him to run out.

I also need some mischievous supplies, so I need to spend a buck or two. That said, I better get my socks on and go potty. We need to fly down the road soon enough.

Hugs all, take care. I hope the drums help you today too. By the way, you can find Clanadonia on youtube for a first listen, and then buy their albums on Bandcamp. This blog is not sponsored, I just wanted to spread the joy. -L


Weird things we do

Morning, the Hubs and I are still waiting and praying. Duke is busy licking his paws, and I’m enjoying some Tang.

I don’t always imbibe coffee like it is the elixer of life. There are days I don’t have coffee until mid afternoon. But that’s not the point of this post.

Due to medical, the Hubs and I can not drink carbonated drinks anymore. It becomes… painful for me and problematic for him. So, I buy bottled water and ice tea mix or water enhancers. It’s much cheaper, and weirdly healthier for the both of us. I keep the bottled water in the garage, which while not insulated, doesn’t get as cold as it could be.

Other things we do is have instant coffee at hand. Yes, I know, I don’t always drink coffee first thing in the morning, but on the mornings when it is needed… there are times well, I can’t wait for the coffee maker.

In summer, I keep a gallon of coffee in thr fridge at all times. As I use powdered creamer, I mix the creamer and sweetener in when the coffeee is hot and fresh. That way, I don’t have to monkey with it as much. Pour over ice, and I’m a happy woman.

The only prepackaged beverage other than water that we drink is actually milk. After decades of being allergic to it, for some reason, I can drink milk without most problems again. We go through a few gallons per week.

The Hubs can’t eat certain foods, and I can’t eat other foods. I still buy things he can’t eat, and he still enjoys foods I won’t eat. We don’t eat meals together for the most part. We eat when we are hungry, to be honest. For example. I loathe bananas in any form. They are a blight uppm the palate, and never pass my lips unless pressured. Hubs has them because he needs the potassium. He can’t eat oranges, at all. Yet, I love citrus.

I keep oranges at my desk, along with nuts and olives. He can’t have them. Also, I have a small space in the fridge for pickles and other things. He has cookies, cake, fudge, and brownies. I can’t have any of those.

So, we have separate diets.

The only sacred space in the fridge is the cooler that houses my insulin. I keep it in a soft sided cooler so that the temperature doesn’t fluctuate as bad when the fridge is kept open, especially when loading groceries.

I started that habit a couple of years ago, when our old device was dying, and I put ice packs in the soft sided cooler in order to keep it fresh.

I use adaptive devices quite often. In order to get dressed, I have to use a sock assist, and an elongated shoe horn. I use a hooked device and other things. Those stay in the bathroom, and most of the time, I sit on the throne to get dressed. I also have a large wash tub that I use to get clean in between showers.

The Hubsy doesn’t need those devices quite yet, but has his own adaptive aids to help him. We keep a small basin for his needs. He also uses an electric razor at his desk.

The Hubsy’s desk is our old kitchen table. He has the exact same tablet model I do, and he watches shows on it. He also has his smart phone. His Bible studies are all online, so he can reference his Bible studies, and follow along in his book.

My office is one half of the living room, and my bed is just a roll and a hop away from my desk. I use a regular office chair in here, and I have shelves for books and crafting supplies. My sewing machines and project supplies are also at hand. Under my bed is for storage, and it works well enough.

Hubsy has the other half of the living room for his bedroom. We don’t separate the room with a curtain or anything like that, but we have done so in the past. The living room is where I spent 95% of my time, and he spends all of his awake time in the dining area at his desk.

We are weird, I know, but neither of us can climb the stairs to the bedrooms. Our house technically has 3 levels, and a bedroom and an office area upstairs. It just isn’t feasible to get up there.

We do live weirdly, but it works for us. Hope all is well in your world as I said. Please take care, Hugs, -L

Pain days from hell

Evening, I prefer to pre-write most of my posts, but tonight I’m waiting impatiently for the pain meds to kick in. Last night I couldn’t sleep to save my bacon. So I was up until after 5 in the morning.

I got up just after 11, and not long after 2, I was back in bed for another 6 hours of sleep. It was the pain that woke me. Fibro flares are a bitch, and need to be sucker punched into the middle of the great depression. However, life goes on, and I have to stay busy.

The good news, I didn’t scream when I got out of bed this time. The bad news, I really wanted to do so. Okay, I wanted to scream the house down. But screaming dowsn’t get me to the rest room before the flood waters are released.

Tomorrow, I have to wear the car all day. The Hubble unit needs to be in the big city 60 miles over, and I will be waiting int he beastie for him. Here’s the prep plan so far. I will have the devices charged and ready to go.

I have enough cash, and a little time for his appointments to get myself a couple of good coffees. I will have several stitchery projects with me as well. The place I plan to park will have a rest room available, and I will be able to smoke inside the car.

That said, for the pain. I have a mini pain kit that will be in my go bag. I carry some otc meds, some hot sauce, and some oil. I will also have some hand sanitizer and other goodies. I will have snackage. This isn’t my first rodeo.

However, with today’s pain on top of tomorrow’s I will only have a little bit of reserve. I try to have a prudent reserve in dealing with pain. It’s not quite the spoon theory. It’s a bit more in depth than that. I try to have naps I try to rebuild my reserves. I try to deal.

I storngly suspect that it will be a couple of days of recouperating again. I can”t give up, but there are days when my final reserves are taxed, and I am screwed. Today was one of those days.

I’m going to try to catch an hour or two of a nap. Then I need to get up and try to shower. Hugs, huge squishy ones. -L

Waiting, just waiting

Good morning, hope all is well with you. Duke and I have already sung the song of his people, and the coffee maker is busy making the morning right. We have made the executive decision that today we will snuggle more than we did yesterday.

Not possible? Hush you, this is Duke’s executive decision, and he rules this nest.

We have a few plans in place for the day. The Hubs is having a medical study done soon, and we are very worried about the results. He has an abdominal aortic aneurism, and it’s been growing again. We hope and pray that not only does he survive the surgery if needed, but that he is going to be okay.

I’m not ready to give up custody of the Hubsy unit. I’m not ready to be a widow. So, we hope and pray.

Why don’t I snuggle my beloved Shuggie Lump? Pain. His arthritis is much worse than mine, and even the pressure of my laying next to him would be too painful for him to take. Duke and I snuggle in our bed, and he rests as much as he can in his.

Meanwhile, my Rosary is calling for me, it’s time to pray. Huge hugs all, hope all is well with you. -L

Woke up from a strange dream again

I dreamed that I was a normie. HAHAHAHA just kidding.

Morning all, I’m playing with a theory that in my dreams I’m okay, and can walk and run just like normal people do. Sadly, tthat will never happen again. Talk about heart breaking. At least in my dreams I can run eh?

The conversion of the dungeon to a studio is on going. Yesterday, the Hubs and I moved an air conditioner, and then we cleared the worst of the crap. I spent the evening swapping books for fabric and yarn on shelves again. The process isn’t finished yet. I sit at my desk with 5 boxes of office crap slash books and such behind me.

Once Hubsy wakes up, he laid down for a nap, I’m going to switch those out and pop them under my bed. I then need to sweep and such. I still have to figure out clothes. I’m in the midst of multiple clothes conversion projects.

When clothes don’t fit, or become too worn or such, I convert them to another thingamie. It doesn’t take long, but they do take room. We don’t have storage for that, and I am down to a few select garments that I wear in public, and a few that I wear at home.

So, sorting and storage solutions have to be in my near future. Also, I kinda went on a bit of a fabric bender again. I’m not ashamed, but my cheeks are a little hot thinking about it. I made the executive decision that instead of paying 40 each for an under the clothes upper body garment, I’m going to buy a pattern, and make my own. I’m sick and tired of finding latex in things that shouldn’t be there.

Okay, I’m sick of blistering from that issue.

I also have several sewing machine toys coming. Spare belts and parts, extra oil, a gun cleaning kit that I can use exclusively on the sewing machine. I figure the expense for this this way. The 160 it would have cost for the underpinnings is getting split up into the expenses this way. 80 for fabric. 80 for sewing machine bits and bobs. The Hubsy doesn’t care, really, and is okay as long as I help with household expenses.

He’s mellowed out a bit over the years.

BRB, my coffee cup has developed a hole in the bottom, and I feel a wave of sadness coming.

There, that’s better. Where was I? Oh, how I’m rationalizing and justifying spending money on fabric and sewing machine gear rather than the bane of my existence pre-made.

You get the point, don’t you? I hope you do. I loathe those damned things. I don’t trust that there isn’t going to be latex or some other crap in them, and fear is pushing me into the undergarment industry. I’m going to start with bikini tops, and work my way over into those dreaded garments from hell.

I’ve started this post with waking up from a dream where I was ‘normal’ we both know that I will never ever be. By yeeting off into a stitching montage, I am starting to feel better. That was truly a nightmare.

Hugs, huge squishy ones everyone. Hope all is well with you. May your coffee be bottomless, and your day be better than any. -L