Errands and chronic pain

Morning all, Young Master Duke and I are cuddling up in bed. I really overextended myself yesterday. However I had ṭo get out for awhile.

This is your average fibro flare. Life pretty much sucks right now. Yet the things still need to get done. I needed to go to goodwill, the store, and the library.

I picked up some books at goodwill. I needed clothes and shoes as well. I think I did okay for the most part. I’m waiting for some help to haul the books in though.

Then I went to the convenience store. Sadly they are cheaper than the grocery store right now. My husband has been craving ground beef again. While I can’t eat it, he seems to enjoy it. Then there was the bread, milk, eggs and such.

Last errands was to the library. It was the most trauma inducing part of the day. A class of preschoolers was leaving as I arrived. I haven’t seen or heard that many short people in ages.

Panic level went from a base of 2 to 8 in less than seconds. With pain levels where they are, I didn’t know if I could keep going. Yet, I DID IT! I got to visit all the books!!!!

I even checked a couple of them out. I’m so happy. -L


Waiting for the body to equalize

Good morning all, hope you are well. The fellas are nestled all snug in their beds. I’ve been up, made the coffee, and been to the necessary.

I’ve added a new habit to my arsenal. Every morning, I work on a check list I made the night before. Crossing something off the list helps me keep track of the chaos. Otherwise, I’m as liable to forget my insulin shot as I am the day of the week.

This is in the continuous battle against the memory loss problems I am having.

Meanwhile, it is a bit of a pain day. I apologize for the short post. One arm decided to be out of balance with the other. So, I’m going to crawl in with Young Master Duke, and snuggle a few while the weather outside is frightful.

Take care please, -L

The best we can do with what we have.

Morning all, hope you are well. The post I had written for this morning is setting nicely in the trash bin. It was not suitable for the website. The boys are snacking right now. Okay, my Husband is having a snackage. Young Master Duke is waiting impatiently for any crumbs.

Whoops, I just saw my Beloved sneak him a snacky snack.

T’was a pain day from the bowels of the demon world today. I spent a few hours in tears in bed. It’s part of the reason that the post I had written ended up in the bin. Sometimes, the best we can do is all that we can do.

I use a cane and a reacher grabber tool to deal with the world around me. I also use a wheelchair. There’s no secret to this, it’s ‘normal’ now a days. I have a few kits I put on the back of the wheelchair in molle bags in order to survive the world as I know it.

I drink an astronomical amount of tea, some of it is designed to reduce swelling and or aid with other problems. My beloved uses hemp oil to be able to do what he can do.

Today, I tried to adapt the kitchen a little more, and he rejected my solution as unstable and dangerous. Crap. I’m going to have to come up with something else. Which means, I have to tear apart one of the craft shelves I’m currently using.

I need a bookshelf in the kitchen for dishes. I can’t put things in the cupboards anymore. Standing up to reach a mug or a glass is unbelievably evil. Reaching up to do the same task, impossible. So, I’m going to ask a friend over sometime in the next week or so to get the job done. I’m hoping that they and their 6 ft tall son can get the change taken care of. I’ll be emptying both wooden books shelves.

They need to be moved into the kitchen/dining area back to back. One side will be for dishes and pans. The other will be for those things we need on our way out the door. Keys, bags and etc..

Even six months ago, I could have been able to do it without help. However, life is what it is.

Meanwhile, I’m okay. My beloved is. Young Master Duke has had some snackage, and we are safe and warm.

Life is okay. Take care, my friends. -L

Pain day but for a good reason

Good Morning. Hope you are well. The fellas who I am responsible for are doing their things. I’m about ready to crawl back into bed.

However, this morning, I am proud of the work I did yesterday. Yesterday hurt bad. I finally managed about 7 hours of sleep in total. It was pretty broken up though. The good news, is that after one of those naps I did a thing.

My Beloved was hurting too, and asked me if I could make us a pizza. I don’t always keep frozen pizza in the house, yet we still had the one I picked up in late November. I cut up some pepper, onion, mushrooms and added a little of each to the pie. I added a wee bit of cheese to protect the mushrooms and whacked it in the oven.

When I add to a pre-packaged product, I watch the cooking times. In the case of pizza, I make it at the recommended cooking time/temp. Then once the recommended time passes, I shut the oven off and let it cook maybe 10-15 minutes longer. This gives the extra ingredients time to cook through and me time to prep a salad.

After we ate, I realized that I better get the kitchen cleaned up. I got it done! My beloved did help a bit. He took the laundry out of the washer and dried it while I set things up.

We both took many breaks, and while we ate at 7pm, by 2 am the work was done!! The dishes were in the cupboards, and the clothes were folded and put away. I even took a quick washup myself.

Why do I crow about this? On a normal pain day, I can’t do a damned thing. Yesterday was a normal pain day. However, thanks to just taking lots of breaks, I was able to do that little bit of work. Note: My beloved only helped with the washer to dryer swap on the laundry.

This morning, I woke up to a clean kitchen. That felt good. I’m asking Santa to give me a dish drying rack this year, one that works better than what I am using right now. Think he would spring for a pink or purple one?

On that note, hugs and huggage my friends. Take care please. May your marshmallows be squishy and soft for your cocoa. -L

It started with tobacco.

Morning all, I’m curled up at the desk, and am swallowing tea like its a gift from the gods. I’ve had a 2 hour nap, and am kind of fuzzy headed. There is a history podcast from the Viking period in my ears.

In the wee hours of the morning, my beloved asked me to run to one of the local gas stations for some tobacco. I agreed, and headed to the store. I grabbed a coffee (tactical error) and made his tobacco order. I also grabbed one of my own bags of tobacco and headed out. The coffee was foul. I have spent too many hours watching a certain British Barista. James Hoffman has screwed me over.

I then made the mistake of checking my watch. There was a text from my beloved mentioning donuts… I barely scanned it, and headed to the car. Okay, I will head to the other place which has better donuts. I arrive, and I mistook his message to mean he wanted powdered donuts.


I grabbed the wrong donuts. I also grabbed the rest of his tobacco order, another bag of mine, paid and headed home. It wasn’t until I hit the restroom at home, that he informed me of the error of my ways.

FFS. Snarling at each other through the closed bathroom door was fun, but I was starting to really throb from my adventures so far.

He then sent me a message asking me to pick up some pizzas, milk and the right donuts. Okay, I took a break, and headed out. However, before I made it to the door, he wanted cans of chili for the pizza. He meant chili the stuff you eat in a bowl with cheese and saltines… not chili peppers and not chili sauce.

Crap. The convenience store I was going to didn’t have canned chili. I said that I would see what I could do. I knew what was coming, and I knew that by the time I was done, I’d be in a crap ton of pain. My XP levels were already low, and this would put me in the red.

I grabbed some breakfast at a drive through first. I got enough for both of us, but knew that by the time I got home his breakfast would be cold. He’d already had 2 hissy fits this morning, the sun was up, and it was too peoply out there. I was feeling petty.

No, I did not get him a hashbrown. I was feeling really petty.

I ate in the parking lot of the big blue mega company. To get his list, I would put about 1750 “steps” on the watch while in the wheel chair. I got the chair out, parked my blue gingham covered butt in it, and locked the Beastie.

Rolling into the store, I knew, I knew that I would regret this. First stop, the deli and the bakery. I sat in my chair and glared at the coleslaw in the cooler. It was way too tall for me to grab. I sighed and went to the bakery.

The donuts were hiding, but I found them at last. He wanted the glazed ones with frosting and filling. He wanted fruit filling. They didn’t have any of those left. Crap. I grabbed the last creme filled donuts in the store, whacked them in the cart, and headed for the pizza.

Frozen food held way too many temptations. They have the almighty eggrolls, the corndogs, and all sorts of delicious will-put-me-in-an-early-grave foods. Then again, my breakfast was trying to do that already. Knowing that his breakfast was cooling in the passenger seat. I grabbed 3 pizzas, and rolled on.

It took awhile to find the damned chili. I grabbed bottom of the barrel, cheap arse generic chili in the can. It’s the crap he likes. I also grabbed some generic Velveeta, and headed to the milk aisle. I yanked his milk into the cart, but I was craving hotdogs. So, I headed up the processed meat lane, found some of those… and my wheelchair yeeted me and my cart into the back to school section.

Underneath my bed at home was a significant pens, notebooks, and book stash. My Husband’s breakfast was getting cold. I reviewed the shelves with enthusiasm. I didn’t get any, but I looked. I also went through the artsy fartsy happy crappy aisles. I even went through the yarn section.

Finally, I made it to checkout, the sweet cashier lady helped me reload the cart. I paid and left. I spent less than 35 dollars. When I headed home, the cute little neighborhood kidlings were all lined up for the bus. Eek, I’m not ready for the babies to have grown so much this year. I smiled, waved, and headed to the house.

My beloved, for the first time in a long time, opened the big garage door for me. At this point, I couldn’t grab the back hatch of the car to close it. My arms wouldn’t make the movement. I hauled the groceries in, asking him to shut the car.

I gave him his breakfast, headed to the necessary, and my arms just throbbed.

Now, I was feeling petty. I did let his breakfast get cooler. I also took my time. I was wheeling myself through the store, I took as many breaks as I could. Loading the cart was not fun. I survived the slolum of people and aisles.

Once I left the necessary, I put the pizzas away. I grabbed my headphones, and I crawled into bed with a podcast.

I know he came in to offer me something. But I couldn’t reply. My body said, UM no. After a couple of hours, I woke up. My health or xp bar, it’s still really low. Yet, I’m proud of myself. I did something I didn’t think my body was able to do.

Meanwhile, I think it’s time to head back to bed. There are more podcasts to lull me to sleep. I will bug you again tomorrow. Gentle squishy hugs my friends. Take care please. -L