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Betcha didn't notice how quiet I've been
Jan. 27th, 2016 12:56 amThings have been.... medical. Not OMG, the horror! Just mildly "We-Hate_Winter" medical. Everyone in our card-playing group have colds, Bossman's is the worst. I really feel sorry for him. In early December he had teeth pulled preparatory to getting new dentures and the job was done poorly. Or something. Infection set in just before Christmas, which he wasn't able to have treated until after the long weekend. He was one sorry pain filled man. And hungry. Very, very hungry. Also out of temper nearly always. His lower jaw was swollen so badly that it was almost impossible for him to move it, so the liquid diet he'd been on all December continued past New Year's. And then he got a cold. Which kicked off a new infection.
He hasn't had solid food for almost two months. He is not willing to consider eating the sorts of things I've tried to create for him with added protein in them (neither will he take the time/make the effort to finely mince any meats or to use our blender) so he's been getting weaker as his cold progresses and he tries to sustain himself with oatmeal & honey, coffee, chicken noodle soup, and cookies he can break up and suck to dregs. The last week has featured a sore throat so bad that he cannot talk or swallow without severe pain. So nothing that is larger than a piece of rice can be in his food, especially if it is dry or 'scratchy'. Shockingly, that prompted a visit to our GP - a rare occurrence in Bossman's life. He's the kind of person who'd have to have his arm ripped off and be unable to stop the bleeding with his other hand before he'd consider a visit to a medical expert.
I've just been down with his passed-on-to-me cold. Luckily for me it appears to finally be moving on after a week & a half. But in the meanwhile neither of us have been doing much besides slouching around the house in jammies, bathrobes, and slippers while reading (or sleeping) the hours away. Microwavable food has been the mainstay of my diet. Along with peanut butter sandwiches. And oh how my scale is reacting to that!
But about three in the afternoon today, after a nice 4-hour nap, I awoke feeling like an old battery in a Walkman - there was power so long as not too much was expected. A long shower was taken (heaven!). Real clothes put on. The various bits of recyclable materials that had blown all over two lawns (thank you, storm, for only barely dusting us with snow even though you managed to blow about a third of our willow's branches off and send our recycling bin tumbling to the ground, spreading our recycling all over our lawn and our neighbor's, and the lid acted as a pool liner for freezing rain for three days. I've never seen a sheet of ice quite so solid as that until this evening when we watched the "Agent Carter" episode we saved from last week.) It took two days of weak sunlight before I could pry the cans out of the ice sheet to throw them away again.
Anyway. Dishes have been fully washed for the first time in two weeks, bathrooms shined up a bit, and the kitty box thoroughly cleaned. Boy, was that a relief to get done. I am promising myself a full sit-down with my computer and emails (Pennsic staff work) tomorrow. And vacuuming. There needs to be vacuuming. But primarily emails must be read, digested, and answered.
He hasn't had solid food for almost two months. He is not willing to consider eating the sorts of things I've tried to create for him with added protein in them (neither will he take the time/make the effort to finely mince any meats or to use our blender) so he's been getting weaker as his cold progresses and he tries to sustain himself with oatmeal & honey, coffee, chicken noodle soup, and cookies he can break up and suck to dregs. The last week has featured a sore throat so bad that he cannot talk or swallow without severe pain. So nothing that is larger than a piece of rice can be in his food, especially if it is dry or 'scratchy'. Shockingly, that prompted a visit to our GP - a rare occurrence in Bossman's life. He's the kind of person who'd have to have his arm ripped off and be unable to stop the bleeding with his other hand before he'd consider a visit to a medical expert.
I've just been down with his passed-on-to-me cold. Luckily for me it appears to finally be moving on after a week & a half. But in the meanwhile neither of us have been doing much besides slouching around the house in jammies, bathrobes, and slippers while reading (or sleeping) the hours away. Microwavable food has been the mainstay of my diet. Along with peanut butter sandwiches. And oh how my scale is reacting to that!
But about three in the afternoon today, after a nice 4-hour nap, I awoke feeling like an old battery in a Walkman - there was power so long as not too much was expected. A long shower was taken (heaven!). Real clothes put on. The various bits of recyclable materials that had blown all over two lawns (thank you, storm, for only barely dusting us with snow even though you managed to blow about a third of our willow's branches off and send our recycling bin tumbling to the ground, spreading our recycling all over our lawn and our neighbor's, and the lid acted as a pool liner for freezing rain for three days. I've never seen a sheet of ice quite so solid as that until this evening when we watched the "Agent Carter" episode we saved from last week.) It took two days of weak sunlight before I could pry the cans out of the ice sheet to throw them away again.
Anyway. Dishes have been fully washed for the first time in two weeks, bathrooms shined up a bit, and the kitty box thoroughly cleaned. Boy, was that a relief to get done. I am promising myself a full sit-down with my computer and emails (Pennsic staff work) tomorrow. And vacuuming. There needs to be vacuuming. But primarily emails must be read, digested, and answered.
