My "rest up and rest" weekend was a total effing loss.
Mom needed (long list).
Hubby is having anxiety attacks all night. (Try not taking the cold meds at bedtime, and, oh, drinking three fewer cans of pop---that's soda, cola, soda pop depending where you are in the US---and maybe not eating sugar crap at 8 PM....)
I'm literally clenching my jaws *consciously* which is dumb, b/c I know TMJ is my enemy, but it's that or start scream-crying, and for some odd reason, that's not allowed right now. I'm so bloody sick with this cold that I literally fell over standing up the other day, which is not good, but who is making soup from scratch? Me. Who is keeping the house swept and dusted? Me. Who is doing fu**ing laundry? Me. Who is feeding the cats, managing the mom, makign the bed, wiping the tub? Me. Does Hubby have a cold? Yes. Can he effing well do more than sleep all day and complain all night that he can't sleep? *Yes*. IMHO, of course. I do feel bad, but who is making me the favorite soups? Nobody. Nobody is my best friend right now. Nobody is doing all the work for me, answering the phone, coping with Hubby', I just love that Nobody! That Nobody is doing it all for me!
I want my favorite soup without me making it. Hubby won't even heat me a damn cup of broth from a freaking container. No, wait. He *will*, but he spends the whole time with a cooking thermometer asking me how hot it has to be. How's this: Not going to blister my tongue? "What's that? In degrees?" So naturally who gets off the sickbed to explain (again) that a simmer is this, a boil is that, and just wait till it effing well *bubbles*, okay?!... "But how do I know..." Because! It doesn't bubble if it's too cold! WTH?!
BTW, if asked to heat a can of soup for himself, he gets out the cooking thermometer and complains the can doesn't come with directions for exact temperatures. This only started a couple years ago. He used to heat his own soup without a murmur. Hmph.
Oh, and BHubby asks me to make him flatbread to go with his soup. From scratch. What the (I can't spell that word it's in Polish) is that about? Buy some, Mr. Nyquil-Dayquil-Pepsi! With my epilepsy meds, I cannot take any cold stuff, I have to do the old-fashioned tea, steam, and *sleep* method.... or not.
OK, I had a horrible weekend of not-resting, can you tell?! LOL, pop goes the puma! *sproing*!
Today in 1542, Wife Number FIve of Henry VIII of England was executed for adultery, which equated to treason, which equated to.... Yeah, at a certain point, no matter how desperate one is for a male heir, or two, or ten, you should ask, "After divorcing a couple, beheading two, and having one drop dead after childbirth, should I really think myself a marrying man?"
Google's doodle today and for a few days honors the pangolin. WHat is that? Weird, for one thing. It's a mammal... with scales. (That's like hearing "furry reptile". Huh?) Pangolins are endangered due to trafficking. THey look like armadillos, to be honest, but they're basically anteaters, toothless, and are valued for their meat and... er... scaly-hide-things. (Ew.) pangolinpic
Pangolin scales are of the same material as fingernails on humans and horns on rhinos: Keratin. It's a protein, and it also forms the claws of critters like your dog and cat. Keratin is also the protein in your hair. It's common in the animal kingdom, and the only similar protein covering/growth with strength and so forth is chitin. WHat's chitin? It makes up the crunchy exoskeleton of bugs and spiders and crabs and similar.
What does this mean? Essentially, those folk remedies involving rhino horn and pangolin scales could be achieved by grinding up human fingernails and toenails, and nobody'd know the difference, and the endangered animals might stand a chance. See, this is what ignorance does to the world. Kills animals for something people already *have*. *headdesk*
How did I get here from there? How do I ever?
Today is considered one of the days on whcih Thomas Edison, inventor, observed what became known as the Edison Effect, which is that heated elements (as in his incandescent light bulb) will emit protons that travel to a cooler metal plate, in a vacuum. Edison was working on idea number gazillion for a better light bulb when he began to observe the effect in 1875, and refined the principle and the uses of it about a decade later. Being Edison, he patented the failed light bulb in case it was useful later. It was. It is the basis of the vacuum tube that founded modern electronics. It's named for him, because he had no clue what it was at the time. He wa sjust trying to making a better light bulb.
Off to find a happy place. For thsoe not in the know, last week, my mom's bankruptcy was rescheduled to April so we're still supporting her, and I found out via the pharmacy that my insurance company had canceled my policy by clerical error and was still taking my checks for premiums for two months but I was owing huge amounts in unpaid pharmacy bills and the pharmacy had cancelled my prescriptions, and my epilepsy doc is in freaking Holland on research, and I can't get two of my meds in generic b/c they don't come in generic. Soooo.....yes, we're stressed, and Hubby has legit anxieties, as he's the one working and I'm not, and he works on commission and it's the dead season for houses (He does mortgages) and and and and and and and....
and that was *without* the bloody head colds. Find a happy place, find a happy place....
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