dixie_belle
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Sorry ladies, I haven't responded. Not like I don't have the time, obviously. I've got lots and lots of time.
Here's where we stand. Hubby now has to have some sort of eye surgery in Louisville, KY. We go to see a specialist eye surgeon next month. I suspect they'll do one at a time so he can still see to get around. So we have that to look forward to. After that, they want to do cataract surgery at some point. Geez, it's just never ending.
He wants his Parkinson's doctor to up his medication as he is having trouble moving around. (Takes him quite a while to get up off the sofa or out of the car.) And his endurance is extremely limited. His "big" project is painting the 4 x 4 posts for the carport. He paints one post and is exhausted. I could easily finish it in one day but he's gotta have something to do. Most days he doesn't get dressed, just sits on the sofa in his PJ's and does suduko puzzles. And we go days without him actually speaking to me. I say something to him..........no response. I ask him a question: What do you want for dinner? his response: I don't know. How do you feel? I don't know. So I give up. I'm here for him if he wants to talk to me but I'm not going to initiate conversation. It's like talking to the wall.
Have I made any doctor appointments for me? No. I've seen nothing in my circumstances that would make me want to have any sort of treatments for anything.
But, I have been quilting up a storm. I do my little sewing thing, grocery shop, take care of the house, plan for putting in new shrubs around the house, all those things that make me happy. I sit and watch my little wild birds come to my feeders. I'm trying to see joy in my circumstances.
I recently bought a butt load (ok, that's not a real amount....so let's just say it was four giant plastic bags of fabric) and a nice used sewing machine (because you can never have enough sewing machines) for a really good price. I've mailed like 20 packages of fabric all over the place to ladies on my quilting webcite just for the postage. No sense me keeping all that fabric if I'm not going to use it all. And I've invited my cousin, her daughter, and 5-6 friends to come here and spend a day having lunch and making flannel pillowcases. I thought they might enjoy that. I've got stacks and stacks of flannel and they might have fun picking out their fabric and sewing it into a pillowcase. So I'm looking forward to that. I'm hoping they might earn a girl scout badge for sewing? We'll bar-b-q burgers for everyone with chips and baked beans and maybe I'll make my famous banana pudding. Hubby will probably sit on the sofa and not say a word, but that's just the way it is.
So that's what is going on here. Nothing changes. But I am desperately trying to get my feet back under me, find things that make me happy.
Here's where we stand. Hubby now has to have some sort of eye surgery in Louisville, KY. We go to see a specialist eye surgeon next month. I suspect they'll do one at a time so he can still see to get around. So we have that to look forward to. After that, they want to do cataract surgery at some point. Geez, it's just never ending.
He wants his Parkinson's doctor to up his medication as he is having trouble moving around. (Takes him quite a while to get up off the sofa or out of the car.) And his endurance is extremely limited. His "big" project is painting the 4 x 4 posts for the carport. He paints one post and is exhausted. I could easily finish it in one day but he's gotta have something to do. Most days he doesn't get dressed, just sits on the sofa in his PJ's and does suduko puzzles. And we go days without him actually speaking to me. I say something to him..........no response. I ask him a question: What do you want for dinner? his response: I don't know. How do you feel? I don't know. So I give up. I'm here for him if he wants to talk to me but I'm not going to initiate conversation. It's like talking to the wall.
Have I made any doctor appointments for me? No. I've seen nothing in my circumstances that would make me want to have any sort of treatments for anything.
But, I have been quilting up a storm. I do my little sewing thing, grocery shop, take care of the house, plan for putting in new shrubs around the house, all those things that make me happy. I sit and watch my little wild birds come to my feeders. I'm trying to see joy in my circumstances.
I recently bought a butt load (ok, that's not a real amount....so let's just say it was four giant plastic bags of fabric) and a nice used sewing machine (because you can never have enough sewing machines) for a really good price. I've mailed like 20 packages of fabric all over the place to ladies on my quilting webcite just for the postage. No sense me keeping all that fabric if I'm not going to use it all. And I've invited my cousin, her daughter, and 5-6 friends to come here and spend a day having lunch and making flannel pillowcases. I thought they might enjoy that. I've got stacks and stacks of flannel and they might have fun picking out their fabric and sewing it into a pillowcase. So I'm looking forward to that. I'm hoping they might earn a girl scout badge for sewing? We'll bar-b-q burgers for everyone with chips and baked beans and maybe I'll make my famous banana pudding. Hubby will probably sit on the sofa and not say a word, but that's just the way it is.
So that's what is going on here. Nothing changes. But I am desperately trying to get my feet back under me, find things that make me happy.