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 Blog attempt 1. |
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The first few entries come from a private journal I have kept for a few years now. also home for my entries for 
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| I missed blogging yesterday. I didn't do my daily 5 yesterday either. I didn't even log in. I broke my streaks. Today I start over. Not a failure, just real life got in the way. |
| Managed to do two of my PT exercises twice today. My arms really hurt, though, and I am not sure how much else I can do today. Trying to do my daily 5 though. I think all I have left after this is a review. |
| First day of orthopedic pt. Omg did it hurt. The therapist said if it hurt too much I was doing it wrong. I couldn't get my hands and wrists to do a single exercise properly. Even the warm up massage hurt. And I have a new bruise. I couldn't do the exercises properly in front of the therapist and now I am supposed to do them on my own. Heat, then massage them exercises. I can't remember how many times per day. |
| I spent the day waiting to go to the store and the evening watching YouTube videos. |
| Today I had an eye appointment. They took a picture of the back of my eye, including some kind of cross section of my macula. I have some kind of vascular tangle there that is causing my left eye to have lost some of the vision clarity. I have to go to a specialist on the 13th of August. I am getting tired of doctor's appointments. |
| Prompt: "Cats are distant, direct, impeccably clean and able to stay silent. What more could be needed to be good company?" Write about this in your Blog entry today. They may be capable of those things in some individual cases. Frankly mine are needy, but take forever to communicate what they really want. I have to brush mats out of tails on a daily basis, and have one cat that runs around the house yelling "Mom." in perfect english when he can see the bottom of his food bowl. If my cats were all of those wonderful things in the prompt, i suppose I wouldn't need anything more for good company. I like my dogs. |
| Laundry day for me, not with papa. I went up and down the basement stairs at least a dozen times today. I wish Papa had needed to do laundry. Then I could have washed everything at once at the laundry mat. But he didn't need to go. Why you might ask didn't I wash papa's clothes in my machines. That is a good question. Papa just won't let me. I think he doesn't want to impose on me. I do all the work at the laundry mat. So I don't really get it. But it does mean I get to watch PBS for a couple hours. |
| Today is a crap day. Two of my dogs attacked one of our cats at 4 am. I had to kennel them, and then I had to coax the cat out from under the bed and he was just all slobbered on not even any pulled hair. I went back to bed. At 6 I woke up again and paroled the dogs, they spent the next hour reassuring themselves that I still wanted them, by slobbering and climbing all over me. Eventually I got back to sleep. My wife woke me up just before 8 in the middle of a massive panic attack. I calmed her down and went in the kitchen to get a cold drink for her and discovered the kitchen trash had been rifled through and scattered all over the floor. I cleaned that up and went to take it out my front door. We have a friend who has been in jail for 6 months his stuff has been storage in my back yard all that time. His girlfriend has been in storage at his sister's house all that time. He gets out on Tuesday. This morning his sister hit her max tolerance of the girlfriend and she put her on our porch before dawn. When I opened the door she was sitting there. I heard her tale and led with there was no way she could stay in our house. My wife has crippling social anxiety which is why she rarely comes on here except when she sends out badges for me. She's always had pleasant surprises waiting in her email, so I'm hoping she'll feel comfortable coming here more often. Anyway, that's when she said that the sister said she should ask if she could set up a tent in the back yard. After consultation with the wife I gave her a flat no. Then she asked if she could put three bags of clothing in with his stuff. So I unlocked the back fence so she could. She drug her feet mumbling to herself and took 45 minutes to move two of the three bags into the yard. Meantime my dogs chose to knock the bucket off of my wife's commode which I hadn't had a chance to empty yet this morning. I cleaned up and went out to lock up the yard and the girlfriend was standing outside of the gate scratching her head and ass alternately with the third bag sitting at her feet. It was too heavy for her. So I carried it in put it with the others and recovered everything with the tarp. That is when she asked it it was still a no to the tent. I replied it was still a flat no to tent, house and even coming in to use the bathroom. I didn't need a second panic attack today. She left. I locked the fence. Now I will need to check the part of our yard behind the fence part for a tent... Punchline, it wasn't 10 yet. So yeah, how's your day been? |
| Today I had a rest day. As such as I ever get. I had to cook a week's worth of dog food for my chiweenies and Chihuahua. The Chihuahua doesn't have very good teeth and won't eat canned pates so I finely chop people quality food and cook it from a recipe I got from a vet. It has olive oil canned sardines and ground flax seed among other things it is supposed to be good for them. The only store bought easy to eat food she liked was the refrigerated logs of dog food that I don't really trust and ultimately this is cheaper and easier than dicing those logs up fine for her. It's low bad fat and carb high good fat and protein. With none of the things like onion or grapes that are bad for them. I ran out after breakfast yesterday and the day got away from me. I ended up feeding them dinners of ground hot dogs. I feel like a terrible mom, and they turned their nose up at their dinner tonight with looks on their faces that clearly asked, where's the hot dogs? |
| Som people are just aggressive and rude. We're sitting here in a fast food restaurant parking lot waiting for our food and some a hole in a big black truck drove by behind us and lobbed a super sized drink at our back window. We hadn't done anything they were two cars behind us they were just in a mood I guess. Thanks y'all for letting me vent, it was this or take a Xanax. |
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I'd ask the therapist how am I supposed to do something on my own if I can't do it with your help? Is there a friend, neighbor, family member who can go with you and learn how to help you?
