Up and Down
It's still hard, Mom. I miss you terribly.
I've got Alice laying next to me on her back, her hind legs stretched and she's smiling. And you wouldn't believe Fuzz Bot. She's not the half grown kitten you knew. She's getting to be as big as Grady.
Deacon started losing weight and he was making a weird noise with his jaw. We pulled out the kitten replacement milk and I mix that with canned food, making a gruel that's easy on his teeth and jaw. He put his weight back on and is a happy boy again. He's eating dry food so we figure his TMJ is easing up but are still giving him the gruel.
It's been a little hard the last couple of months. The health stuff has gotten worse and so has the pain and it sets off all kinds of triggers that's knocked me back a little. I've tackled some of the worst of what Harley did. These triggers concern you Mom and that's difficult. You weren't an abuser but you didn't do a couple of things right and they left scars.
We never talked about some stuff, Mom, and the pain levels aren't helping. I've had an MRI scheduled several times now. The first time I got really sick, next the machine broke down, then sleet, hail and snow. Hopefully we'll tackle this Saturday. I'm almost hoping that they'll say surgery would help the health stuff and the pain. The levels are getting a little hard to live with. I'm taking the muscle relaxers almost every six hours instead of once late at night. We're supposed to get bad weather this week Thurs. If it gets bad again I'll get into Atlanta on the shuttle, take a bus to a Motel 6 near the VA and spend the night. This MRI has to come off this week. I've been a nervous wreck thinking about going into that tube but now I just want it over with.
I almost caused a scene in Wal-mart today. I was checking out the $5 DVD bin and came across The Bucket List and read the description on the back. Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman get diagnosed with cancer and a short date and set about doing things they always wanted to do. I almost threw the DVD across the damned store. You didn't even get a chance to go through some pictures with me or to see the Ozarks again. It sucks, Mom.
I've got Alice laying next to me on her back, her hind legs stretched and she's smiling. And you wouldn't believe Fuzz Bot. She's not the half grown kitten you knew. She's getting to be as big as Grady.
Deacon started losing weight and he was making a weird noise with his jaw. We pulled out the kitten replacement milk and I mix that with canned food, making a gruel that's easy on his teeth and jaw. He put his weight back on and is a happy boy again. He's eating dry food so we figure his TMJ is easing up but are still giving him the gruel.
It's been a little hard the last couple of months. The health stuff has gotten worse and so has the pain and it sets off all kinds of triggers that's knocked me back a little. I've tackled some of the worst of what Harley did. These triggers concern you Mom and that's difficult. You weren't an abuser but you didn't do a couple of things right and they left scars.
We never talked about some stuff, Mom, and the pain levels aren't helping. I've had an MRI scheduled several times now. The first time I got really sick, next the machine broke down, then sleet, hail and snow. Hopefully we'll tackle this Saturday. I'm almost hoping that they'll say surgery would help the health stuff and the pain. The levels are getting a little hard to live with. I'm taking the muscle relaxers almost every six hours instead of once late at night. We're supposed to get bad weather this week Thurs. If it gets bad again I'll get into Atlanta on the shuttle, take a bus to a Motel 6 near the VA and spend the night. This MRI has to come off this week. I've been a nervous wreck thinking about going into that tube but now I just want it over with.
I almost caused a scene in Wal-mart today. I was checking out the $5 DVD bin and came across The Bucket List and read the description on the back. Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman get diagnosed with cancer and a short date and set about doing things they always wanted to do. I almost threw the DVD across the damned store. You didn't even get a chance to go through some pictures with me or to see the Ozarks again. It sucks, Mom.
Comments
Post a Comment