Cannot believe that it's been a month since I posted anything, but it has. I wasn't going to post about this, but today is my 58th birthday, and I'm indulging myself. I had a mild stroke on the 22nd of last month. Earlier in the month, I'd called my dr.'s office for an appt & told the receptionist that my bp was very high (180/100) and I was afraid I was going to stroke out. The dr. is a lifelong buddy of my husband's, and therefore will see me on a very reduced charge (no insurance/job etc). Anyway, where was he? In Costa Rica Doctors without Borders, I think. Well, it happened. Wasn't sure I'd see this day even come, sometimes I wasn't sure I wanted it to. My body is wearing out so much faster than it should, or at least faster than I would like it to wear out. I could deal with the structural instability (i.e. RA, OA, Osteporosis, Fibro), but now it's electrical too. Sheesh!!! These PVC's are leaving me breathless, anxious, dizzzy.
Then, there's my husband who has been laying in bed 24/7, for real, the past 2 years since he got fired for not doing his job well. Granted he has COPD, but why in the fuck does he still smoke, and diabetes, so why in the hell does he still eat what he shouldn't in vast quantities? He's obese, wonders why he can't do anything. Because he hasn't done a damn thing. If you don't use it you lose it. Guess who takes care of him? I jhonestly want to shoot him between the eyes.
I've been such a flake to my DT at Smeared and Smudged, and am really very sorry.
Well, this pity party is over.