I found out this evening that the Beast had sent an email to Mustachio asking him to call him. When I asked what he wanted to talk about, he told me that the Beast said my health was deteriorating at an alarming rate. He didn't think it was a good idea for Mustachio to take me to Florida because it might end up being *distasteful*. I know what he meant...and it was my IBS that was the only *distasteful* thing happening to me. My being on crutches was not my health deteriorating either. That was a fall and the Beast didn't want to take me to the hospital even. I told my son, I think he's HOPING my health is going downhill so he can bury me and have fun with the women from his church that flirt with him all the time. He just LOVES to tell me and laugh about it. Like he's some damn Adonis! Sheesh!
My only problem is my insomnia lately. The Beast doesn't ask why I am sleeping until noon some days or I would tell him that I just could NOT get to sleep. My only recurring problem is my back at the moment and I think with a good back brace for those kind of days it would not be a problem for me. I take a nap after eating lunch just because I can. Hell, even the Beast takes one most days!
The hell of it is, if the Beast had taken his blood pressure pills every day (instead of checking his blood pressure with his meter), he probably would not have the restricted blood vessels in his eyes that are causing him all the problems now. His COPD is more than likely his 3 pack a day cigarette habit for so many years. Talk about a chain smoker. It really was a surprise when he quit...cold turkey but I can't say I was surprised when he developed COPD. I'm actually amazed that he didn't get it years ago but then he DID often complain about his breathing and his wheezing. But he wouldn't go to the doctor for it. Men are such idiots. I take my pills each and every day. He thinks I'm nuts but I do what I must. The IBS was a different story. Looking back on my childhood, it's actually something that should have been taken care of then when my parents knew how often I was constipated. Now I have the other problem from time-to-time but I have been told that once I learn the *triggers* for it, I can probably go the six months I need in order to get over it. At least I know that pistachios are one trigger. I've avoided ALL nuts since I made the connection. I DID have peanut butter toast one day but kept that to a minimum and then held my breath (but no reaction). I also know that black beans, which I love(d), are another trigger. So I have avoided all but a tablespoon of baked beans the one day of ANY beans. *Sigh*
So many things I enjoyed. I've even become wary of making any split pea soup although that, technically, is not a *bean*. You can see the way I am reacting because I just HATE having an IBS attack. It's just disgusting. If I can avoid it, I will...no matter what I have to give up.
But, when I was talking to Mustachio, I knew immediately that the Beast was being two-faced about my taking the trip to Florida. He acted like it was just fine with him to my face but wanted Steve to tell me he just couldn't take me for some reason or other so the Beast wouldn't be the *bad guy*. That made me just FURIOUS! I told my son that if he really felt my health was so bad, he would have told me that to my face. He just doesn't want to have to give me ANY money for the trip and it's easiest to discourage Mustachio by scaring him over my *health issues*. Screw him!
I'm going.
Now I wonder if he's told the same thing to the Princess and that's the reason we haven't seen much of Chewlee. I'm going to talk to her tomorrow (I'll make the trip over there) and find out. I found out that Chewlee only has a half day of school this Friday and she has Monday off entirely so I was going to ask if Chewlee could come and spend the night on Friday anyway. But, if the Beast has been feeding her the same BS, she might just find a reason to say no.
Oh well, I am heading for bed. I took a nice leisurely bath tonight for a change. My legs needed the soaking so I could scrub the dry skin off. Then I put a good layer of lotion on them. Now I just need to remember to do that every day. Not necessarily the bath but definitely the lotion.
Love you all. Hope your week got off to a good start. Keep warm and dry. ***Hugs***
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