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Monday Morning going down

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Morning all, hope you are well. The fellas are being good. I’ve had half a cup of coffee so far. Sighs. It was a bear it cuppa, not an enjoy it to my soul cuppa.

I do still enjoy tea, and look forward to that. I’m just hoping that as my body adjusts to the new medication, coffee will come back into my universe. To protest, today I am wearing an upper body undergarment. I know, why make my day worse by wearing a bra? Welp, the boulders needed a little lift today.

I managed to take a shower this morning. This requires a half an hour of prep. Okay, half an hour of talking myself into accepting that it is gonna hurt like hell to stand that long. Then I get it done as quickly as I can. The reason I stand for at least part of the shower is to clean the undercarriage so to speak.

Then, I can sit and finish the needful.

I finish dressing on the stool. I have a dressing hook, and that was what gave me the courage to try to wear the underpinnings today. Normally, they get stuck on my upper back, and my right arm doesn’t work as well as it could anymore. However, I put the dressing hook between the bra and my body, and was able to eventually tug it down enough to get on.

I imagine that I looked like a frog wearing a sword for a bit during this proceedure. I know I was making weird noises during it, and odd words came out of my mouth. Now that the sucker is on, I may never take it off. Or I may cut it off, depending on my mood.

Other than that, I ended up in the kitchen with a half a cuppa, and now am settled in. I’ve tortured and tormented my 30 odd people with my daily hugs ration online, and it is going to be a good day.

Take care my friends, gentle squishy hugs. -L

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Monday

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Morning, happy Monday. I’m still trying to figure out if my coffee is going to be used for good or evil today. Let’s see what happens.

There are some tiny perks to being disabled. My “Boss”, Duke, doesn’t care if it is Monday or Thursday. We get along pretty good, and the snuggling perks are worth it. He just likes his kibble and snacks, and to be let out and back in in a timely manner.

My beloved Shuggie Lump is resting, and I certainly don’t blame him one bit. I’ve had to take over some of the chores for him. Since I’m technically more abled than he is, I’m okay with that. However, there are days when he really needs to get a fricking grip.

There are times I’ve taken the garbage bin out to the curb or back in my pajamas and footies in protest of his rank stupidity. Don’t get me wrong, I love him, but seriously Dude, let me get dressed for the day before you start whinging on and freaking on.

There are reasons I choose Duke as bossman rather than my Husband. Duke whines a lot less.

Today’s chores added to the list are loading and unloading the dishwasher, getting the garbage out, and other simple goodies. Doing this from the chair? Priceless. I get it though, he’s in pain. He can barely move some days.

I try so hard to be pleasant. Though some Mondays, I’d like to tell him to stick it where the sun don’t shine.

Hugs my friends, please have a good one. It’s a canned post, I know, but hope I gave you a chuckle. -L