Friday, May 30, 2003

Feeling Strangely Not Fine

Well, now that Hubby is feeling a little bit better I am sick. I have Conjunctivitis a.k.a. Pink Eye. Wooooo Hooooo. I am sooo damn excited I can hardly see straight! (Yes, there was a pun and it was intended.) Both of my eyes are bright red and thoroughly bloodshot, they hurt and itch like crazy too. Since this is HIGHLY contageous I have been instructed to stay home until I have had 24 hours of antibiotic eye drops. I will be going to work today around noon. As if one sick person in the household wasn't enough... I was so looking forward to a relaxing weekend where everyone was well. Right now I just wish my life had a little less excitement in it. I'd settle for normal any day. Sigh.

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

More about my hum-drum life...

Well, of late I have had absolutely no profound revelations or thoughts of any kind. I wonder if this lack of creativity/inability to “feel” has anything to do with the 100mgs. of Zoloft I am taking daily. I suppose for the time being this blog will be about the daily wanderings and ramblings that are my life.

Let's see... since my last post... Hubby went on Vacation to the beach for 10 days. I stayed home since I have but a fraction of the vacation time he does.

My Mom came to visit and helped me to organize/decorate my house. We were very Martha Stewart—she made curtains for my bathroom, a valance for over the shower curtain in a coordinating fabric to my comforter set. I bought pillows in the same fabric to match my curtains from Pier 1. She also made curtains for my kitchen and over the sink, she slip-covered a chair for my bedroom and we also made several pillows for the living room. We finally got all three pieces, loveseat, chair, and sofa, of Hubby's black leather furniture in the new town home. Since black leather can be somewhat cold I warmed it up with gold suede pillows, zebra and leopard pillows (made from placemats at Pier 1), red floral and green pillows as well. I painted my lamps to match the gold of the suede pillows and painted my lampshades black. The gold on the lamps is a little bright so I need to "antique" it but other than that everything is coming together nicely.

Also with the help of a co-worker, Mike, we got everything out of the storage unit and moved into the garage. “Everything” is all of my wedding gifts, including 12 place settings of my Lenox Eternal china, 12 highballs, 8 wine goblets, 8 water goblets, and 4 iced tea glasses, in my Lady Anne crystal pattern. I also got 12 plates of my Lenox Butler's Pantry and 8 fruit/pasta bowls, 8 rice bowls, and several serving pieces. I had forgotten everything we received as gifts. We have some beautiful pewter from Wilton Armetale in the "flutes and pearls" pattern that matches the Butler's Pantry quite nicely too. Everything is now in the china cabinet that we brought back from Arkansas back in February. I feel like a "real-live adult" now that I possess "stuff." However, I am beginning to realize that the “stuff” possesses me instead of the other way around.

I was even finally able to get rid of the hodge-podge mish-mash of stainless silverware I had been using since college (1992) and replace it with place settings for 12 of Crescendo by Reed and Barton. I still can't get over the fact that people give you gifts for getting married. Is it just me or does that seem a little strange?

Hubby came home from the beach not feeling well at all. He went to the Doctor a week ago today and was diagnosed with Athsmatic Bronchitis and a Viral infection. He was given plenty of drugs and sent home to rest. He ran a fever of over 101 for five days and Thursday morning at 3:30 am I had to take him to the emergency room. They gave him Albuterol breathing treatments, and an entire bag of fluid since he was dehydrated. They also put him on steroids. His fever finally broke on Friday and so he went to work. We stayed home all weekend and he progressively got worse. By yesterday afternoon his ear was almost completely swollen shut and his throat was quite red so we called and made an emergency appointment with the Doctor for Memorial Day afternoon. This time she gave him another round of antibiotics, pain pills, a different inhaler, and something for his congestion.

He went to work today but he is not feeling much better. I am so worried about him. I cannot do anything for him either... it sucks when your hands are tied.

I joined a gym of sorts. It’s called Curves for Women and I absolutely love it. I try to go 4 times a week and did really well until my Mom came to visit and Hubby got sick. This week I’ll make it 4 times though. In my first month I lost 3.5 lbs. and 6.75 inches without drastically changing my diet. It’s not as fast as I would like but then...unless I could just do a Samantha and wiggle my nose it will never be fast enough. Now, if I could just give up the Heroin chips and Herdez salsa and Margaritas things might progress much more quickly.

Friday, May 02, 2003

I don’t know where to begin so, I suppose I’ll just start writing.

I have been so busy lately I haven’t had time or frankly the inclination to compose anything. My husband’s grandfather passed away last Wednesday and the receiving of friends and funeral were last Friday and Saturday respectively.

He is the man I spoke of back in October when we had attended the Army Reunion. He was an amazing man. His illness and death has taken quite a toll on the family and especially Hubby. He was put in the hospital shortly before we left for Arkansas in February. Hubby spent many nights up at the hospital, going straight from work, spending the night and heading out to work the next morning. We also spent many weekends there as well. This has been a very exhausting and trying time for the family.

I have needed to “get this all out of my system” for a while but I’ve been reluctant to write about everything that has been going on. You see there are several layers to the story of the past few weeks and some of them rather personal. About four weeks ago today Hubby had sort of a mini-nervous breakdown.

He had spent Tuesday night at the hospital with his grandfather and awakened with a migraine and he did not go to work on Wednesday. So, I went to the hospital after I got off work to relieve him and arrived at about 5:30 p.m. Hubby looked horrible; his eyes were glassy, his skin clammy and his speech was a little slurred. I begged him to go home and get some rest, reluctantly, he agreed. We went to the room for Hubby to say good-bye but he promptly fell asleep and I didn’t have the heart to wake him.

At 10:30 when his mom arrived to relieve us he finally got up. He was groggy for almost 30 minutes after word and he got very angry and lost his temper surprising his grandfather, his mom, and me. He left the room, his mom followed and I stayed behind. I finally bid Papaw good-bye at about 11:30 and left to go home. I ran into Hubby and his mom in the parking lot. They were having a “discussion.” He apologized for being rude and an all-around grump. Then we went home.

Thursday he did not go into work. He was not even coherent enough to call his boss so I ended up calling in sick for him. I went into work but got worried about him and drove the 30-odd miles back at lunchtime just to check up on him. He seemed fine so I went back to work. I worked a little late that night and arrived home at the about 7 p.m. changed clothes and was leaving to go work-out when he woke up and asked me go get him dinner. I told him after my working out I would gladly get him something to eat.

Then the phone rang, he answered and it was his dad but he had to ask who was on the phone. Hubby was so out of it that he didn’t even recognize his own father’s voice. I was even more concerned but Hubby assured me he was fine and just needed to sleep.

He finally got up around 10 p.m. and ate a little bit, we talked for about 15 or 20 minutes and then he went back to sleep. He woke me up at 4a.m. very upset and insisting we talk. What day was it? Had he gone to work? How had he gotten home from the hospital?
He did not remember anything from Wednesday at about 4p.m. on. I was exhausted and told him that one of us needed to be able to function and could we please discuss this tomorrow. He was not happy but eventually fell back asleep.

Friday morning I left for work and he had gotten up and was going to bathe and get dressed. I called to check on him and he was back in bed and said he just couldn’t go into work. We called his boss together and told him he was sick. When I asked him about his middle-of-the-night rampage he again had no memory of it. I promptly called the Dr. and made an emergency appointment. His Mom was still in town so I called her, explained the situation and she offered to drive him to the Dr.’s appointment since I couldn’t.

Ok. I have run out of steam and time for this one. I will have to finish it later. However, just so you are not in complete suspense Hubby is much, much better now.