Hey. Guess hwo re-re-sprained her bad arm? *waves good arm* Yep. Again. In my defense, I did not expect hubby to let go of the heavy object and so I didn't know I'd have to grab it with my bad arm to save my ten toes from becoming ten squashed toes, and Mom's apartment is now finally ready for the inspection by the home-health people and her release from rehab this coming Friday, and yes, I'm an idiot, would you just sit on me?! Strap me to a couch? Stop me, would you?! Stop me! OMG, what is *wrong* with me? Oh right, gotta Get It Done.
Let me be a lesson (or a warning): STOP! Sit, Take Off Pressure.
Now for ice packs, heating pads, and waiting for someone to invent a magical solution to my being stupid... *headdesk*
Had to vent, since it's been nonstop hot-humid-fibro-triggering weather here, and what am I doing in Mom's still-no-AC-fixed apartment in 90-plus degree heat? Yeah. Working till I sweat through my clothes, and we're so sweaty Hubby can't keep his grip on his end of the big heavy bed platform, and I was trying to use my left hand only, and we can all see where that'd go, why'd we even try? Honestly, this stress from and about mom's situation has fried my common sense into tiny little charcoal biscuits.
Hello friends,I'm just doing some reading and came acorss this....A child who is scapegoated by a malignantly narcissistic parent actually has no ‘parent’ in the true sense of the word. He faces an adversary where biology tells him to expect an ally. More insidiously, a child is prone to believe their parent’s cruelty is their fault. So, the child earmarked for scapegoating faces one...
Well, here are a few cute image memes to help your Tuesday. I have to go in to have blood drawn, which will lead to the doctor yelling at me next week (or so I fear) b/c my iron is a little low. Yes, well, I have nasty GERD since 1978. Iron supplements are notorious for ripping up GI systems. Mine's already torn up, thanks. And, yes, I eat well, but I'm ... ahem... that "special age" for women....