Routine Things and Sanity
My mouth continues to heal. The first surgery seems to be taking much longer to heal, and eating is still an adventure in finding foods that just don't submit to gum chewing.
Thinking that the weather was finally stable and writing about it proved to be a mistake. We were under a freeze warning last night. Now I am afraid to go out and look at my apple tree blooms and my blueberry bushes with their tender buds. Well, crap.
I did discover that my tomato seeds in my tiny greenhouse were up. I repotted them into deeper pots and brought them inside to continue to grow under a grow light. I use take food trays with clear lids to start my seeds and those lack the depth needed to cultivate deep roots.
I have moved on to rock painting inside, since it is going to be a chilly day. I picked up a sack of black pebbles at the Dollar Tree after getting my blood drawn yesterday. Probably the last time I will be driving my car before taking it north for my granddaughter. My son bought it for her, the proceeds going in my mouth as an implant.
I had left sleeping dogs lie .... It was nice to be on my own and carefree for a morning. I was not hurrying and as I walked back to my car with my pebbles and some banana laffy taffy in my hot little hands, my phone alerted me to a text. It was the man who had awakened to find me gone. "Where are you?".
I texted back that I was just leaving the store, assuming he remembered that I had to get a blood draw. We talked about it the night before when I told him he need not drive me, and I would not wake him. He didn't. He called before he got my answer. All panicky like we are now joined at the hip.
Upon my return home he wanted to know how it was to drive. I must have look baffled because he reminded me that I had not driven in a while. I did not forget how to drive and was about to say that it was just like riding a bike until I remembered the last time I attempted that and found I could no longer maintain my balance with only two wheels.
While I have been indisposed with mouth issues, he has been taking care of me and doing some of my chores. The dishes that I inspect carefully before I use them, and he even cleaned the turtle habitat a couple of times. I did not give him the responsibility of giving Dora a scrub down with the soft toothbrush. He might try using hot water and I did not want her cooked.
He is still inept with laundry and making the bed is a joke. He does like the vacuum, if not a broom. I am glad things are getting back to normal around here. Today I need to fill our pill containers and order any drugs needing to be refilled. I do a month at a time for us. I use a container that is meant to hold small craft supplies with 30 little containers that fit inside. I put both AM and PM together in mine. It is easy enough to dump them in my palm and sort them when I take the AM.
Knowing this would not work for him, I use the ones meant for pills that are labeled AM and PM. We have been through many of those containers of different styles in a search for the most user friendly. I have yet to discover one he likes. He has many issues to extoll when getting his pills out. He complains about the lids. Too hard to open, opens too easy, causing him to spill them. His latest complaint is that the case is not opaque, and he can't tell if the compartment has pills in it.
"Perhaps you could open it and look." said the voice of reason who abides with him. This creates a havoc in the pill drawer. I always find loose pills in the bottom. Not mine, his. I do our pills on the same day. This means that I have 8 days left and will fill the 22 empty cases in mine.
He should also have the exact same amount left, minus two days, right? I have 30 days filled and he has 4 weeks, which is 28. It seldom turns out that way. He seems unable to take the entire 7 days of labeled pills in one pill box before he opens another and then will announce that he is out of pills long before he should be.
Today is more puzzling than usual. After opening all four of the cases and putting the pills into one case in the appropriate slot; I found that he has 5 AM's and only 1 PM. How does he do that? Oh, it is the fault of the cases that prevent him from seeing inside. I am not even taking the loose pills into account.
I will be ordering new cases again that are "see-through" for the benefit of the man's wants and my sanity. Not to worry, the old cases will be going to the She Shed and will be used to sort stuff. Tiny stuff. I will apply a label to tell me what is in them, so I won't be opening them up over and over to see what lies within.
To summarize, this is one of the reasons my daughter told me that I am not allowed to die before him, as she will have less patience with what she calls his nonsense. I assured her that we planned to leave this world together and not inconvenience her and her siblings. Passive/aggressive? Probably.
Heh, heh! If I decide to buy rocks, I will try the Dollar Tree. So much mayhem in this post! You disappeared, you might have turned over the car if you'd forgotten how to "balance" it when you returned to driving, Dora could have been cooked, and your man might be off his meds, or too much ON his meds! Let's not forget the Laffy Taffy that might be an adventure for a healing mouth...
ReplyDeleteYou will be happy to know that one's balance is not necessary to drove a car, the laffy taffy melted nicely in my mouth and the man and his ear have not complained since I so thoroughly shamed him. A win for me, well for today. Tomorrow might bring more challenges.
DeleteI also replenish my medicine container a month at a time. Several weeks ago a doctor advised me to add a couple of supplements on.a temporary basis. I have those in an additional container, and I understand his frustration. Half of the time it doesn't open, and then the lid flies up and scatters the capsules all over the countertop.
ReplyDeleteHe has been taking a lot of pills since the 90's. You would think he would open his pill container over a vessel that would hold any spills. I know some pharmacies will package them per day in tiny zip lock bags. Of course, there is a charge for that, and he is unaware of that service. I can purchase the little bags and do it, but I doubt it would help. He is just careless with the pill regimen. His mom was the same way. They both like the pharmaceutical fix for any ailment, but don't take it as seriously as they should. It worries me that one of my dogs could find a pill on the floor and eat it. He takes a blood thinner, and it is really important to take it as prescribed. His mom was always in the hospital because her blood was either too thick or too thin and until they finally put her in an assisted living facility it was never right. She would either forget to take it or forget she took it and take a double dose. I was just an in-law, and no one listened to me. This was when we lived in Minnesota, and she was in Georgia. She lived close to my sister-in-law, and I kept telling them all that someone should be giving her the pills and watching her swallow them. The excuse was that they did not want to take her independence away! She was still driving and would frequently get lost. I was told that since we chose to live so far away and were not involved with her daily life that I should just keep my opinion to myself. So, I did. Her apple did not fall far from the tree!! My brother-in-law finds himself in the same position as I am. There are those who give care and those who receive care. I had to switch my pills to a craft container because he would sometimes take my pills! The different color of mine did not help.
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