First of all, NO, I did not punch him. He gets these on occasion for no apparent reason. He DID go to a doctor about it at one time but it seems his very old broken nose (probably from his father), gave the doctor a fit. He said the only real thing he could do for that would be to re-break it and then he could probably fix the problem by cauterizing the areas where this is occurring.
He started having it happen to him last night just before he went to bed. He was lucky it didn't start bleeding during the night like it often does. Just my luck, he would choke on it dripping down his throat. I've been falling asleep in my recliner so I wouldn't be there to save him. Tonight, at church, just before he was to lead a group reading, his nose started to bleed and he quickly asked another member to replace him and he (and Chewlee) came home early. It bled the whole time he was coming home. Luckily, he carries a clean rag in the car so he was able to keep the blood off his good clothes.
He told me that Chewlee was just wonderful all during the time they were at church. She behaved herself and was listening to all that was said. She even asked a couple questions on the way home that showed him she was listening. Of course, they were kid type questions but even so.....
It's only a few more days before Mustachio comes and Chewlee was upset that she wouldn't be able to stay overnight with him here. When I asked her where she would sleep, she said, *In my bed!* I told her that was where Mustachio would be sleeping. She then told me, *Well, I think if he sleeps on one side and I sleep in the middle then you can sleep on the other end!* Simple for her but I laughed and told her we couldn't do that. So then she was all set to make a bed on the floor in my computer room for her and I to sleep in. But I told her that was not going to happen this time. She was disappointed but I told her she could visit with him after gymnastics even if Mommy didn't work because she would want to visit with him while he was here.
I started to plan out our meals for next week so that the Beast will stop his daily runs to Walmart. He spends a lot of money on junk items and just doesn't eat right. It's an easy habit to fall into but, if I plan out our meals and the ingredients needed, he can shop for just what we need. Either that or *I* will do it. I really don't care. He started doing it back when I had my surgeries and I wasn't able to. It took me a long time to recover from that and I'm only back in the swing of things for the past six months or so. However, it's tough for him to give it up because it makes him feel in control of things. Oh yes. Just what he needs. NOT! He is absolutely the worst person in the world to *be in control*. A good example. Guess what his latest acquisition is for us? That sandwich maker they advertise on TV. The breakfast sandwich appliance for making your own *favorite breakfast sandwich* at home. Meaning the one made by Burger King or McD's. We needed that like a hole in the head. AND...it's been used ONCE in the week or so that we've had it. <<<BANG,BANG,BANG>>> That's me banging my head on a wall. Sheesh.
It's colder than hell here. Strange saying since hell is supposed to be hot. But we also say *hotter than hell*, too, don't we? We are strange people. LOL!
Love you all. Keep warm and dry. Stay out of the wind. Use a cream on your face. Be good and have a fantastic Friday. **Wink**
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