This time tomorrow, I'll be on my way to Hagerstown to see my BFF Melanie. I'll be there a glorious nine days! In the meantime, I have a boatload of things to do to get packed and ready.
I've been sidelined by a root canal AND a filling replacement. And a day taking care of The Daddler after he fell. After seeing the doctor (long wait since he had to work us in), and another long wait for a CT scan, I was relieved to know he was ok. He fell when he was taking off his pants to get dressed for bed. I asked him why he didn't sit down to do that and he replied (in a very hostile voice): "I will from now on!" Hell, I can't stand on one leg without falling down. At least it wasn't a blood pressure problem or something else. He hit his head on the night table (fortunately, it's round, as opposed to something with sharp corners,) and consequently, looked like he'd been in a boxing match.
Last night, two days after my root canal, I felt like I'd had a sharp left hook to the jaw. I had an abscess and apparently, the antibiotics weren't doing their job. Now, I'm taking two. It's better today. Luckily, Melanie is a dentist, so if I have trouble, I'll be in good hands. She's been calling every 4-6 hours to check on me! This morning, she told me that I was likely to have diarrhea from the antibiotics. Great. Nothing better than traveling with the runs. Maybe I should borrow some of The D's Depends. I bought them back when he was having the prostate probs, but he hasn't used them since. Deb, however, did make good use of them during our family colonoscopy prep. I suppose everyone ought to have some around.
I just thought of something funny. Other families have reunions. We have colonoscopy preps.
Well, I should go. So much to do. Hopefully, I'll have lots of blogging time (and material) on my vacay...
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...