When we changed our cell phone service to the one endorsed by AARP, I had decided to get a flip phone. I chose that just because it was a better *fit* for one of the pockets on my purse without worry about dialing a number due to how sensitive the Iphones are. The Beast is still having his phone put itself into plane mode when he puts it in his shirt pocket. He's constantly having to check it. I told him to get himself one of those covers that prevent it being affected by stray *taps* from the pen he also puts in the same pocket but, well, he doesn't listen to me on things like that (that make sense!).
However, I am tired of trying to text using the flip phone. It's a real pain and takes so much more effort since you have to keep hitting the keys to get to the letters you need. I can do it but it sure keeps my texts short...LOL.
I discovered yesterday that I didn't change my sister's phone number to her new number when she called me last time. That's Cee that I am speaking about. I don't know what happened but I guess I didn't do it right and now I just get a voice mail when I try to call her. I'm pretty sure that it's because I am getting the other phone (not the new one) that she turned in when her contract was up. I hope she calls me....soon....so I can write down the new number and edit the old one. Oh well.
I was debating about driving over there tomorrow but decided it will have to wait since the Beast has been really bugging me about going to church with him this Sunday. I told him that I don't feel like going anywhere so that means no Cee's either. I don't know why he keeps trying to get me involved. I thought I had made myself clear on that but he must be ignoring my replies to various things HE wants. He seems to think he can change my mind by ignoring what I say. Looks like it may be an uphill battle once again.
I woke up from a long nap a bit ago. I had laid down around 3:30pm because a wave of *tired* washed over me. Sure enough, I fell asleep quickly and didn't wake up until almost 7pm. I stayed awake for about two hours then went back to sleep until I woke up to use the bathroom a few minutes ago (it's now after midnight). I may be up all night once again but at least I HAVE slept soundly for several hours.
I have to call my gastro doctor on Monday to refill my prescription for the IBS medication. I hadn't noticed that it didn't have any refills for it and I can't go without it. If I do, like I did in the hospital, guess what starts up again? No, no, no....I don't want to go through that again. I mean the diarrhea. That is a real disaster, let me assure you. Especially since there is no way to contain it until I can run to the bathroom. It just occurs and makes a real mess. It makes me cry in frustration because I can't control it when it hits me. I only have enough for the next few days left and then I will have to start chugging the liquid stuff to stop diarrhea (and that makes me nauseous).
My bff went to see a doctor that specializes in auto-immune problems on Thursday and I am hoping to hear if he offered any hope for her. I feel so bad that she is in such pain and discomfort. Getting old and not being in good health sucks!
I still feel good except for being tired after doing more than one chore in a row. I find I still need to stop and rest to regain some endurance. The Beast is watching me fairly close. Diane told me that he was really scared for me when I was in the hospital. He didn't seem to be really worried. I actually felt like he hoped I WOULD die on him and that pissed me off. I know that he would miss me...a lot more than he thinks. He isn't meant to be alone but he DOES have the dog. Dennis follows him like a shadow and likes nothing better than to climb in his recliner with him. He also *talks* to him, which is hysterical, since it really seems like he is trying to tell him something. Personally, I think he wants to know why the Beast isn't taking him outside for a run around the neighborhood.
Well, I am going to attempt to go back to bed once again and hope I get through the night with a few more hours of good sleep. Love you all. ***Hugs***
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