Hot Diggity Dog

  I have been battling headaches for about a month. Tylenol will reduce the pain, but it lingers waiting to attack. Yes, I have made an appointment to see my primary. What would my life be without numerous trips to a medical facility? I am relatively pain free at the moment, but I would not be surprised to be struck with a brand-new headache at any moment. A heat wave has finally come up to our elevation, preventing me from being outside. Fall is more work than Spring for gardeners. Time to get the gardens bedded down for the coming winter. My flower gardens are looking sad and unkempt. My veggie garden is slowly disappearing as I gather the last few fruits of my labor. The fruits of my labor are probably the reason for the fruit flies. I just chopped a tomato and mixed it with olive oil, olives and fresh mozzarella. I had every intention of baking a loaf of bread to tear apart and dip, but the headache of the day hit me and now it is too late to let it rise properly. I decided to ...

  I don't want to name names or anything, but someone bought a crappy computer for me. I think we all know of whom I speak.  As you know, I have been complaining about the fruit flies that resist all my efforts to eliminate them from my life. I was already disenchanted with this laptop and all the functions it will not do but should. I was struggling with the pop-ups again and saying unkind words to the computer. A fruit fly was dive bombing my face and it suddenly landed on the screen!! I slapped it. Maybe I used too much force, but I killed it and smeared it against the screen. I kind of broke the top and it is hanging on .... barely. I could still use it, or so I thought. Whatever I did when I smacked that pesky fly disabled the inner mouse. One would think that the unnamed buyer of this would have marched straight out to purchase another for me. One would be wrong. No name got a new mouse for me! Seriously. This person got a new mower when he wrecked the old one doing a ki...

  Today has been a trying day. The Patient had a follow-up appointment with the primary to see if his numbers from the blood draw have gone back to normal. You might recall that this is the doctor who prescribe 60 pain pills to The Patient ..... There is a reason I always tag along to his appointments. I have to listen to what is being said and be the voice of reason. The Patient was complaining about the pain he was still experiencing. We are old, it takes longer to heal. Add to that the fact that he did not follow up with the re-hab. He had the information but dug his heels in and simply refused to call. He wants me to do it, and I want him to be more responsible about his own health. I dug MY heels in and I refused to call. His numbers were good and the doctor gave ME a post it note with the phone number for re-hab. They are in a conspiracy to make me be the caregiver and I do NOT want the job. As it stands, I already do everything. My ganglion cyst has grown back to its full si...

  Not much has changed here. The anti-virus pop-ups still cover one third of my laptop screen. The fruit flies multiply daily despite all my efforts to make them disappear. The Patient is still thwarting any effort to go to rehab. Oh, and the sun is quite hot when I go outside. I have sent a text to my son about the laptop issues. I am hoping that will take care of that. The fruit flies continue to swarm my face and fly up under my glasses and get into my eyes, mouth and nose. I am the (proud?) owner of not one, but 2 ZEVO contraptions. They do catch some on their sticky surface, but my fruit flies seem not to be enchanted with the blue light that is supposed to attract them. In addition to the ZEVOs I have small saucers of vinegar and dish soap all over the place. The Patient saw something that said they are living in our drains. Then he discovered a product that will take care of the drains and eliminate the flies. I have flushed baking soda and vinegar down each drain followed b...

  The Patient continues to complain about the pain. The rehab clinic has yet to call to make an appointment. Now, he was told that if he was not contacted in a timely fashion, he should contact the rehab facility, or the doctor's office. The Patient has not done so. The Patient's wife refuses to. I am busy most of the time tending gardens and animals, taking care of laundry and cooking and cleaning. The Patient just sits there in his recliner screwing up his face in pain and asking me where the pain pills are. I tell him every day that he took all the pain pills and to try Tylenol. Just yesterday he asked me if I took his pain pills! No, I did not take your stupid pain pills. That being said, I confess that I did take some out every day until there were so few it would be noticeable.  I hid them for real pain events; I didn't swallow any. I was appalled that he was given SIXTY pills. This was in week 7 and the pain was not unbearable. He said he just needed something that w...

  Kevin is coming home today. He will have his own special teak box to join the other pets I have lost. He will be in good company. I will be sad all day. It is true that there are 9 other cats just out my door. None of them are Kevin. None of them have his quirky personality. Ginger is a sweet little girl, but she keeps looking for Kevin when she comes inside. Bo has searched the entire house for his playmate.  I think that Eddie and I will just go to my she shed and spend some time organizing. When we tire of that we will walk through the gardens there. The sleek black kitten, Barack, who has avoided my attempts to befriend him has started following me when I am outside. Every day removes a little distance between us. He is a gorgeous creature, but I am not the one trying to get close to him, he is the one edging closer to me. Almost like he knows how sad I am.  I find little things every day that Kevin played with. His favorite box is still on the porch. Just a cardboa...