I did a bad bad thing.. I am skipping church tonight. I still have 2 chances to go tomorrow. The bad thing is I got Bobo fired up to go to church before I realized I didn't really want to go. So I told him to go without me. I would hate to be the reason he goes to Hell. So he got dressed and went. I hope he doesn't sit by himself.
I just feel like crap. I woke at 6:00 this morning, stayed up until 11:00 and went back to sleep until 3:00. I have to get my sleep back in order. I need structure. I need to exercise and eat better. I need a million dollars.
Good luck with that, Lulu!
What would you do with a million dollars?
Monday, July 22, 2013
Tonight is the full moon. I need to look at the full moon and take a gander. Make a wish.
More news later.
- I need to resolve the situation with my disability insurance company. They need to pay me the benefits I purchased when I was well.
- Bobo needs to get either a job or his disability case started up again. Life ain't free, Butthead!
- I need to stop hating on Betty, the pastor's wife, for not friending me on face book. It's her loss, not mine. It just showed me what a true blue bitch she is at the core.
- I need to clean up my room. It looks like a cross over of Hoarders and Untold Stories of the ER. I am setting a bad example for the grandkids.
More news later.
Posted by lee at 8:06 PM
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Bobo went to the hospital to get his lungs scraped.
I was in the hospital.
Root had a party.
I have a cook-out to go to.
More to come. I promise.
Posted by lee at 10:42 AM
Lots of things have happened!
I watched my niece's baby about a month ago. I had baby-proofed the house and the dog was put in his cage in a locked bedroom. I did everything right.
The baby manage to pull down an antique metal desk fan and cut his face. I sent my niece a picture and she said don't worry about it. It was just a scrape really, the top layer of skin peeled off. Facial wounds tend to bleed a lot and this one didn't even bleed a lot. It was maybe an inch long.
I got the baby on Wednesday. Saturday Bobo got sick and Root took him to the hospital since I had the baby. He had trouble breathing.
I took the baby back so I could go see Bobo at the hospital. The grandfather on the father's side picked up the baby and threw a hissy fit. He asked me if I didn't have common sense, was I stupid, on and on. This man was very ridiculous looking, with a huge Ron Goldman handlebar moustache. I just gave him all the baby stuff back and left. I didn't get smart with him. It was very telling that he wasn't worried about the baby, but did ask me if I had homeowner's insurance to cover it.
When I got home, I planned on going to see Bobo. But when I was turning in the driveway, I had to stop and barf. It went downhill from there. My visiting nurse came by Tuesday and my blood pressure was really low. She asked if I wanted to go to the hospital but I declined. I had the barfs and diarrhea by this time.
The next day I was sicker and falling when I tried to walk. I called my doctor and some dumb ass there told me to stop taking one of my medications and go to the emergency room the next day if I was still sick. Chickie came to take me to the hospital to see Bobo, and long story short, I ended up admitted to the hospital. I was near renal failure.
Bobo had his lungs scraped and got released on Friday. I got released on Saturday.
Root had a surprise party the next week and we went. It was at a restaurant and I had some killer blackened catfish.
Our pantry is full. We had gone to the store and spent our food stamps. Then I made my monthly pilgrimage to the food bank. I actually got edible food! Somehow I ended up with about 30 lbs. of sausage, not of it I chose. I have rolled sausage chubs, 20 lbs. bulk sausage and a tray of 2 dozen links.
I guess I need to start cooking sausage for every meal.
We get food stamps again in 2 days but I am not going to spend them. I don't have room for an more food. All I can think of to buy that I need is bread. I am going to clean out the pantry and take out the stuff we won't eat. I guess I can just take it back to the food bank!
Posted by lee at 10:29 AM