Where do I start? I had such high hopes that my IBS-D was over and done with but that was a forlorn one. I had only experienced a calm before the storm hit. And hit me it did! I should have known, actually, since my intestines were not quiet...it was just gathering material. Considering how little I actually had to eat for the past few days, I think my guts must be pristine right now. I mean sides scrapped and nothing in there except perhaps the toast and scrambled eggs I finally managed to eat this afternoon.
The truly sad thing about all this misery is that my cell phone will probably need to be replaced. I won't go into details except that, at one point last night, I was going to try to call Cee but realized, when I saw the time, that it was much too late. I was exhausted by then and just ended up falling asleep with my cell phone in my lap. When I woke up in a complete mess (to my horror) and went to make my way to the bathroom to clean up, the cell phone dropped from between my legs to the floor and I was horrified at it's condition. It appears to have been *sitting* in a mess for who-knows how long?
Later, after I cleaned up, put fresh Depends on (this particular style does NOT fit around the legs and allows a great deal of leakage, BTW). It might be okay in a hospital or care-giver situation but not if you are mobile. It makes it's own mess much, much worse. But enough of that. I saw that Cee had attempted to call me several times but the phone had not rung at all. When I made an attempt to call her back (I had cleaned it off with an alcohol soaked rag, trust me!), it showed it calling but there was no sound...nothing. So I hung up. I knew she had the Beast's phone # so I hoped she would call him but she didn't think of it or else he just told her that I was still sick. I know when Chewlee called (she was waiting for me to pick her up), he told her that I was too sick for company. I'm glad he did that. I can't think of anything worse than for her to see me THAT kind of sick. I think it would have destroyed her love for me...at least her love in the way she DOES love me. You can accept it from babies, but adults??? I don't think so.
THEN...it stormed like crazy all day long. The Beast actually experienced his first inkling since we lived in Southern California of flash flooding in Alabama. He attempted to drive to Walmart or one of the other stores in the area that might have those Cup of Soups. He was hoping to catch one open so he could buy some since we are down to one package. He went down this one road we usually take and found an open field that looked like a pool and it was just pouring in a rather spectacular manner down the small hill and he knew it would be both too deep to pass through PLUS the rush of the water would have knocked the poor Yaris right off the road even before he tried (if he had been that stupid) to navigate the dip at the bottom of the hill. He said it wasn't easy to turn around on the narrow road but he took his time....and didn't drown! I'm sure you've heard that phrase the weather people are all using....Turn around and don't drown!
He took a longer route to get to the main drag and only found one other trouble spot that he was able to bypass and get home. It made me worry about Cee getting to Tara's house today since that area is a lot hillier that ours and she's much closer to the lake...which is probably the saving grace since it IS controlled by a dam and they were probably lowering the lake to help with flooding.
SOOOO....as I felt better and was no longer having to get up to clean up (with IBS-D, there is NO control...when it hits, it HITS!). All you can do is try to move as quickly as possible and then clean up the mess you make enroute afterward. My innards stopped it's continual roiling and I was actually able to sit upright for longer than a minute or two. I now truly think the worst of this is over. My frazzled nerves (which contributes to all this misery since I am biting my tongue a lot of time) have quieted and I am not feeling so frustrated. Of course, the last couple of days are shot for me (along with my plans) and my dreams of late have not been nice ones regarding the Beast and all he puts me through with his constant spending and preaching. I've been watching this marathon called *Homicide Hunter* for the past two days (when I was awake) and it perfectly fits my mood....LOL.
I've spent most of the time I could be on my feet, without it being to rush to the bathroom, washing my various jammies that I have been wearing. I've worn a week's worth of jammies in 24 hours but you can't let them sit, especially since they are wet from having to be rinsed off. I may have felt like hell but I wasn't going to let the Beast be the one to take care of that even if I had to crawl. It's just so humiliating at my age!
Anyway, I am glad the Princess posted a couple pictures and a video of Gunner amongst the carnage of package openings so I could at least see that much. He is so funny but actually very good natured about what she calls his *tripping on air*. He really slipped on package wrappings on the floor but it wasn't like he was running. She posted a cute picture of Chewlee reading him a bedtime story Christmas eve that is just adorable, too. You can tell they love each other and she can be patient....at times....with him. There's just a lot of years between them.
THEN...add the fact that we have both satellite TV and internet. Stormy weather....VERY stormy weather...equals flacky TV and NO internet for hours. I would have gone nuts except for my game I love to play. My TV kept wacking in and out...complete loss of signal..partial loss of signal then TV again. As soon as the picture started to crack up on me, I knew the next few minutes (minimum) would be miserable. It wouldn't have been so bad except a few of the episodes on my Marathon were new to me. Chit! So, of course, they always fractured up at key points...isn't that always the way?
I better get this posted before I lose my internet again...and who knows for how long this time? I love you all and hope you had a fantastic Christmas. I hope to hear about some of it from a few of you...just don't try to phone me for a week or so unless you call on the Beast's phone. ***Hugs*** and stay well, please. Be careful driving and give special hugs to those you love.
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