Weekend Shit and Thangs

Over the weekend David walked carefully around the outside of the house taking note of where there were wasp nests being built. He found the little bastards have been busy. Five nests were found with one big one on the outside of the front porch. When we have these nasty shit balls flying around and making a nest, you just can't deal with them in a normal manner. You have to get scientific. So, David went to Home Desperate, his scientific toy box and found among other toys, a very good wasp spray that you can spray from several feet away. Once the wasp spray hits its target it foams up and covers the nest instantly. He said the wasps didn't have time to come after him. That was good because David and I got stung quite a bit last year. Anywho, we have a long summer to contend with those little flying fuckers. 

Spunky and a blanket nest

I washed the puppy blankets and folded them up and stored them away for autumn. Lucy was so upset about that. She loves making a nest with them and Spunky loves hiding under them. But it's getting much too hot now for any blankets. David took the puppies and gave them a bath Sunday. Afterward, Lucy kept giving David nasty looks. She wouldn't even go near him. She told me he tried to drown them with the hose but I wasn't buying it. They needed their bath. They were two very stinky puppies and just like little three-year-old children they had their dinner after their bath and curled up with each other on their huge pillow bed and fell fast asleep. David and I actually had the whole evening together. It was so nice. 

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Nasa Rover on Mars Shows Life

Yesterday was an interesting day for Nasa. The Rover actually found evidence of life on Mars. This is the picture from the Rover. It's not really clear. The camera lens might be dusty from a recent dust storm.

Good News and Weird Shit

I had a few ideas thrown at me in the comments from my last post about my pills. I do have a large pill caddy just like the one posted in the picture above. David got us both pill packs when I started having trouble keeping track of my dosages. It's an AM/PM pack which is perfect. I'm just having trouble keeping track of my antibiotic pills that I have to take three times a day. I forget if I took it even though I probably did already. Like I said my short term memory is so fucked up, hence the post-it notes.

Anywho, I'm a happy camper. I saw my doctor yesterday and he was really happy about my blood tests. Everything was in the normal range for once. My fasting blood glucose was 86 last time it was 99 and my A1c was 5.8 where my last reading was 6.3. I was so fucking happy because I have been working hard to eliminate sugar from my diet completely. My white count was high indicating that the UTI is still being fought tooth and nail. I have to give another urine sample and CBC when the antibiotics are finished. One of the problems with MCTD is UTI's that can lead to kidney infections. I have to keep an eye on that. I can't afford to lose my kidneys. Oh, and something funny came up on my record. Since all the doctors have gone computerized, meaning anything put into the computer on a patient like x-rays, MRI's, blood test results, anything. It means any doctor can look up your history and see your junk, and that includes a picture of the patient on the record so that the doctor knows he has the right patient at that time. Weeellll, my picture came up from the picture I have plastered on my blog. Yes for some strange reason the computer program that they use takes shit from the world wide web and it grabbed this:

Now, what is so funny is that none of my doctors have known about this. They don't pay attention apparently except the PA that was at my doctor's office yesterday. I heard her saying but that's not a picture of my patient. I said I don't have a picture because I want to remain anonymous on the web. I said that picture sums up my life so far. It comes from this meme.

I don't know who drew that or who came up with it. I wish I knew because it fit's my life to a tee. I have searched the web and can't find the original owner. So, if anyone knows, please tell me who it is so I can talk to that person. Anywho, the PA thought it was so unprofessional that I let the doctor use it. He knows me, he thinks it's funny.

Lucy is out cold napping right now. She is such a diva. Yesterday I was doing my nails and Lucy came up to me and put her paws on my knees. She does that when she wants her nails done too. I have a special nail file that I use to make it seem like I'm doing her nails. She loves the attention. When I'm done she looks at them and gives me a cute wide smile as a thank you. David said I have ruined that child. In my defense, I did not ruin Lucy, she was that way when we got her. She was a diva from the start. When we acquired her, she had her toenails painted bright red and a red bow headband was on her head. She was like that from the beginning so I'm innocent of any wrongdoing. I just compounded it tenfold over the years. That's all. But all y'all didn't hear that part from me. 

Wet Cat Wednesday

It's Tuesday - Baby Steps; Fuck You!

One thing at a time. I just dust mopped the whole house and the dust bunnies attacked me. No really! Every time I thought I had one, another would break free and run. So I gave up and just wet mopped the floor. David is going to kill me for doing it because of my back but fuck it, the house is a mess. It needs to be cleaned. So I'll do a little each day.

I hate MCTD. Last week I was having dizzy spells. This week's door prize is I'm having trouble remembering shit. My short term memory is shot all to hell. Would you believe I walk around the house with a pad of sticky notes and a pen just in case I have an idea? It's true. I leave little notes all over the house and if I happen to see one I'll go read it. It might be something important. I also have to leave a sticky note that I need to take or already took my pills. Do you know I take 12 pills in the morning and 9 at night? You know you're a pro if you can down 12 pills with one swallow of water. The vitamin D is huge. That fucker is the size of a grade A egg.  Sometimes I walk around the house wondering if I'm missing something. David always calls me throughout the day to ask if I took my morning pills. What are you making for dinner? Do you want me to pick up anything? Are the puppies in the house? Do they have water? Did you feed them? I know I have a short term memory problem and he wants to help me but fuck, give it a rest. It's not alzheimer's. Sometimes, just to make the phone conversation fun, I'll ask him what he's wearing. It takes him a couple minutes to answer and then I'll ask if he's smiling. 

Pain, Exhaustion, and Lucy Explodes

I did everything yesterday and there is nothing to do now. I thought of sitting outside, reading under the umbrella but it's too fucking hot and the humidity makes it worse. Feels as if the devil farted in your face when you open the door. Yeah, it's summer. I long to feel the cool breezes of autumn on my skin. I wish we could punch in a code and have the season we want all the time. * heavy sigh* So, I'll just sit here with the arctic chill of my AC blowing. I would give my soul for cool autumn all year long, CALM DOWN SATAN!! It's just a thought. I didn't write it in my own blood . . . yet. I'm just thinking about it.

I did overdo it outside yesterday morning. I was outside trimming the roses and watering the potted plants and I forgot about the sun beating down on me. I started feeling bad about 8:25 and went inside to lie down for a bit. David made me a large ice pack out of a ziplock bag because I was hurting everywhere. My muscles were aching so bad. Lucy spent her day with me in the bedroom watching over me. Poor little thing. She was visibly shaking. I'm guessing it was because of what happened to me a month ago when I fell and there were so many good looking buff firefighters and EMTs in the house. She's such a little worry wort. 

Anywho, I feel a little better but my body still hurts. If I get just a bit warm the pain gets worse. So today I'm reading in the living room where the AC will hit me dead on. I feel tired like I didn't sleep and I have no appetite. I hate this shit.

Something new about Lucy. Saturday, I was striping the bed to change the linens and she was jumping on the bed. When she was getting ready to jump off the bed, she suddenly sneezed and farted at the same time. She looked at David and me as we were laughing at what she did. I congratulated her on her first explosion. Yes, that's what I call it when you sneeze and fart at the same time. If you don't understand, just think about it a bit or email me and I'll explain it to y'all.

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