Not sure exactly where to begin, or how much to tell. Things have been crazy...I sometimes wonder if I just need to accept that crazy is the normal for us. Whenever I think things will slow down, something or someone goes bananas.
The dead Volvo was valued to NOK 38 000, which isn't bad, but for some reason the insurance company is not getting their act together finishing the case. Hubby called them, lost his temper, so who knows when or even if we'll ever see that money.
We need to get a new car. Hubby has suddenly become obsessed with luxury and wants a big luxury model Merc or BMW - used, of course, but seeing what you get for the money we have(or likely will have) means a really old car that will likely have a lot of issues with engine, worn parts, corrosion, etc. I am keen on getting a 4wheel drive car with room for big dogs in the back. He sort of agreed and started searching for all these types of Range Rovers, Ssangyoungs, and also Volvos, Mercs and BMWs with 4wheel drive with a lot of enthusiasm, but the other day he suddenly decided that we couldn't get any new car, because I'm not being what, or doing what he expects of me...so, yeah, that's where things stand at the moment.
He's still dealing with the effects from the car crash. He says he gets dizzy if he turns his head too quickly, his chest area is very sore and his ankle/foot is still painful if he uses it too much. This naturally makes him moody, grumpy and short tempered, which is understandable and I've done my best to not rub against him the wrong way, being understanding and listening to him going on - apparently I'm not doing a good enough job.
Things are happening at his work. His department manager resigned the other week and one of his coworkers, a lady in her late 50s is applying for the job, but on the condition that she gets hubby as manager for the general cargo office, as that is an area she knows nothing about and hubby knows it well. They'll be a management team, which they both think will work. If it happens, it could mean the job as a dept manager is his in about 5 years. Hubby wants this job and this opportunity, and that is one of the reasons he's stressed out and grumpy. Cross your fingers.
One of our toilettes are broken. According to hubby it is an easy job to fix, but he just can't be bothered with it right now(it's been broken a month now) Our water heater is semi-broken. The hot water only comes every once in a while, the other times, we have to turn the water on and off until there - apparently at random - is hot water coming out of the tap/shower. Another job hubby swears is easy enough to fix, but can't be bothered with(for a month and a half now) Annoying much?!?
I think perhaps some of the reason for his grumpiness is the fact that we still haven't been able to beat the smoking. I've got no excuses, I just pathetically fail in that area. Hubby hasn't managed to quit either. He still firmly blames me and thinks I have to quit first, before he does. He stresses the importance of it by reminding me of who earns the money in this house and that if he dies of smoke related illnesses or any illnesses that isn't a car crash, I'll go bankrupt and end up having to sell both the house and the farm, and that I'm basically murdering him, he no longer has any respect for me and thinks he might leave, etc and so on. It is all mostly true, and I assume he's trying to encourage me to quit, it just isn't working and I feel it's getting rather ugly.
My daughter's bf broke up with her this week, which was really sad, but who knows, it may be for the best in the long run. He is living with his mom now, but agreed to pay half the rent until she found a new place. She can't afford to remain in the flat they rented together. I must say that I am really proud of how she handles it. She's struggling a lot with her depression and anxiety and lack of sleep, but she still manages to take action and do what is needed. She's already applying for smaller flats and we're crossing fingers she gets the room with this young family with kids and two cats, so cross your fingers for this as well. She's definitely my hero these days. The meds for depression and her sleeping pills wreak havoc with her hormones and she has flushes and acne outbreaks, she's unable to sleep even with the sleeping meds, so this obviously needs to either be switched or the dosage must be increased. She suffers badly from self loathing, feeling guilty for this and that, but all the same, she gets up and goes to work, she pays her bills, she keeps on going on. I take my hat off for this wonderful young lady! I just wished she'd see how wonderful she really is, herself...
aaah, buggeritall! This ended up a whining rant, I'm sorry. I'll stop now. To end it on a happier note, I worked in the garden all of last week and it is now cleared and ready for spring and summer. Huzzah!
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Hubby took me completely by surprise today
It's Mother's day tomorrow, up here. Runar took Georg and told me he was heading for the farm and that he'll be gone all day, so that I'd have some time to myself and would be able to relax when my niece, Trine, visits with her 1.5 yrs old son, Jarand.
Georg is a gentle giant without so much as a single aggressive cell in his body, but he IS a pup and he doesn't quite realize that his paws feels like a knockout hit when he - in his mind - discretely paws you for attention. I was very pleased and surprised that he thought of it.
About 20 minutes after he had left he came back with this cute little chocolate cake and a huge bouquet of flowers, gave me a quick kiss, told me "Happy Mother's Day" and ran off again.
I'm not his mother and he shouldn't have given ME this, but I don't really care. My heart is flowing over in giddy happiness. This is the man that forgot our wedding anniversary 15 times out of 21. Suddenly, out of the blue, he does this. He'll be able to get away with murder now. =D
Georg is a gentle giant without so much as a single aggressive cell in his body, but he IS a pup and he doesn't quite realize that his paws feels like a knockout hit when he - in his mind - discretely paws you for attention. I was very pleased and surprised that he thought of it.
About 20 minutes after he had left he came back with this cute little chocolate cake and a huge bouquet of flowers, gave me a quick kiss, told me "Happy Mother's Day" and ran off again.
I'm not his mother and he shouldn't have given ME this, but I don't really care. My heart is flowing over in giddy happiness. This is the man that forgot our wedding anniversary 15 times out of 21. Suddenly, out of the blue, he does this. He'll be able to get away with murder now. =D
Friday, November 18, 2011
A trip down memory lane
We’ve been watching Coupling lately and some episodes are about pregnancy and birth and all the
little shocks you go through during your first time pregnancy. It brought me
down the memory lane.
We were quite young
and ignorant of most things concerning pregnancies in general and births in
particular. We were students and couldn’t afford any prenatal classes. We lived
far away from most of our family and could therefore continue our blissfully
ignorant existence too, until hard earned experience killed our naïve ignorance…
5 weeks into the
pregnancy I went through an emergency surgery as one of my ovary tubes exploded
into smithereens. (This is a story of its own for another time). Obviously I
survived and I didn’t lose the baby either. Otherwise I was in my opinion quite
fit and had a healthy pregnancy. Except from an annoying heartburn, I didn’t
suffer from any of the usual pregnancy ailments.
The doctors didn’t
quite agree. I had twice as many appointments as other pregnant women and at
the end of the pregnancy I wondered if I should perhaps just change my address
to my doctor’s office. They were worried about all kinds of things due to the
surgery, among other things they worried that the surgery scar would tear open.
It didn’t.
Hubby was terrified
they’d accidentally cut off limbs during the surgery. I tried to tell him that at
the time of the surgery the little microscopic pea that was to become our
daughter didn’t have any arms or legs to be cut off, but to no avail. Even
after we’d had seen the ultrasound pictures on the screen where our daughter
quite clearly had all limbs intact, he was convinced she’d be born with half an
arm or leg missing. She didn’t.
6 weeks before term
I started bleeding during intercourse. In our blissful ignorance it never
dawned on us that having sex while pregnant could be a potential problem late
in the pregnancy. We were young with a healthy sex drive and had humped away as
usual up until this point – having a lot of creative fun making room for a
growing tummy. The fun stopped abruptly, that’s for sure. I experienced no
pain, so I wasn’t too worried that something terrible had happened and I argued
vigilantly for us to do nothing, but just wait and see. I didn't particularly feel like explaining myself to strangers about the whats and whys and hows...
Hubby disagreed
just as vigilantly, of course, he was now convinced he was going to lose both
his wife and unborn child. I have to admit that I was more terrified of having
to explain what had happened and more to the point, how it had happened, than
of anything being wrong with the baby and I downright refused to go to the ER
unless he agreed to come with me and do all the talking. We argued back and
forth and in the end he agreed to come with me and help me explain.
Then came the
problem with transportation. We didn’t have a car and we didn’t really have the
extra money for a cab. After another round of arguing, we decided to call on our
friend, Axel whose girlfriend had a pimped up hot pink bubble convertible. It
took a lot of stuttering, shifting of legs, kicking at invisible dust and a lot
of blushing, giggling and mentally dying to explain our need and then a lot of
promising that, no, I wasn’t bleeding that much and wouldn’t mess out the car.
And no, I wasn’t going to give birth in the car either, etc and so on.
Finally we arrived
at the hospital. I had completely made up my mind about not needing to see any
doctor at all by now, but Axel and Runar unceremoniously picked me up and
hauled me inside and told the receptionist that I was bleeding and needed
immediate medical treatment as I was 6 weeks from term. I was secretly planning on sneaking out of
there, but hubby knows me too well, or my plans were written all over my face, because they placed me between them on the waiting bench and kept a firm hold of me
until it was my turn.
Some nurse came to
get me and Hubby; the dastardly Judas, promptly proclaimed that he would just
sit there on the bench and wait with Axel and before I knew it I stood there in
the examination room alone, with 4 nurses and a doctor wanting to know what had
made me start bleeding and how.
Oh, how I wanted to
crawl into myself and just disappear. All my telltale signs made it pretty
obvious, I think. Regardless they had me tell it in details and before I was
done every single person there – somehow, even more medical personnel came in
and insisted on taking part of ‘examining’ me while I was agonizingly stumbling
through my explanation – was giggling and/or laughing uncontrollably and quite
frankly showed little to no professionalism.
My embarrassment
had by now mostly turned to indignation and when I stomped my foot and shouted:
“It’s not funny!” the doctor shooed most of the extra people out while working
hard at controlling her own mirth.
I was examined,
tests were taken and the doctor told me that the bleeding was due to a burst
vessel and that nothing was wrong with the baby. She continued with telling me
that while it was healthy and good to have sex during a pregnancy and that I
should consider myself lucky that my partner and I had such a good relationship
blah, blah, blah, she as a medical expert sadly had to absolutely forbid me to have sex
for the next two weeks as having sex late in the pregnancy could start the
birth prematurely. And that I wouldn’t want that, but that when I only had 3
weeks left to my term and I could fuck(I swear she used this word) all I liked.
Then she laughed, hugged me and sent me out.
I stomped out of
the hospital as fast as I could get my overgrown stomach to move with hubby and
Axel trailing after me while laughingly trying to make me repeat what I told
the doctors and what they told me. I seem to recall some gruesome threats of horrible deaths that would happen to them if they didn't shut the f@$k up!
As if this wasn’t
enough, a report of this …incident was sent to my regular doctor – who happened
to be an older highly religious and righteous man - and I had to not only explain myself one more
time, I had to sit and listen to him lecturing me about proper and healthy behavior
while pregnant. I had 4 weeks left of it. I’d say he was a bit late in trying
to get me to change my sinful, evil ways…
So to all you pregnant people out there, sex during pregnancy is safe and apparently good for you, but not during the last(second last?) part of the pregnancy, so unless you enjoy having to explain yourself to doctors and nurses while dying of mortal shame, just refrain from having intercourse during that time.
Have a wonderful weekend
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Morning, life and dreaming
We're done with that nasty bug and I've knitted 2.5 more socks, now I'm about to start that guerrilla embroidery. I've only got the picture in the book to go by. I was told there would be instructions and patterns online, but nope, there wasn't any, so this should be fun as I haven't really embroidered anything before since those mandatory lower elementary du-dahs, which I'm not sure can be reckoned as embroidery...
Hubby overslept this morning. Nothing too bad, but enough so that I had to get up and put on the coffee while he got dressed. That black stuff is important for waking up on a good morning, on a morning you oversleep it's essential to survival! Hubby is complaining he has no life. I was happy to enlighten him
Hubby: "My life is only work and sleep. I have no life! [look of doom on his face] And I slept 12 hours(this is true - he came home from work at 6, ate and went to bed), how can I oversleep when I've been asleep for 12 bloody hours?!?"
Me: "You have a life. You're just not aware of it, because you're asleep and last night you were definitely not here."
Hubby: "What?!? What are you rambling on about now? Have a heart, for crissake, it's early morning, pleaaase talk normal speek."
Me: "I am talking normal and you weren't here last night, you were somewhere else living an interesting life. Toasted Toads!"
Hubby: "Eli!" [and he gave me that look that says ~I Swear I'm calling the guys in white to come and get you and we both know they'll never let you out again~ you know, That look]
Me: "When you fell asleep last night you were snoring, loudly. And when I went to bed I tried to ignore the snoring, but you know it's kind of difficult to ignore. I mean you snore LOUDLY. And..."
Hubby: [annoyed] "I snore, yes. Is there a point? If so, get to it, I don't have time for your rambling. I'm late for work"
Me: "Yes! I called your name softly and shook your shoulder to ask you to roll over on your side and you told me quite clearly "Oh, just hit me in the back, that's what Eli used to do!"
Hubby: "eh...and, then what happened?"
Me: "You just rolled over and continued sleeping. Snorelessly."
Hubby: "What did I say, again?"
Me: "Exactly! [raised inquisitive eyebrow] You most definitely was not here and I was most definitely not me, I mean "Eli useD to hit me"? ...I wonder who you thought I was? Do you remember? Was I even still alive? I mean, you must have been doing something very interesting, don't you think?!? "
Hubby: "Wow!" [then he laughed heartedly] "I wonder what I was doing and where I was too"
Then he gave me a kiss, chuckled and left for work and I'm pretty sure he was thinking about his nightly adventure all the way to work, because he called me about an hour later and asked me
Hubby: "Did I get any?" [we have no phone etiquette when talking to each other. No "hi's", "How're you doing?" we get down to the point and keep it brief.
Me: "Excuse me?!?"
Hubby: "You know, last night in my dream, did I score?"
Me: "How the hell should I know? Besides, I don't think that is a question that is normally asked by the husband to his wife...."
Hubby: "C'mon! You're not normal by any standard, babe, normality does not abide in you and you wouldn't want it to, I'm just curious, I mean I am sure I must have done something fun and interesting...I deserve to have great dream sex"
Me: "Yeah, fun and interesting = having sex, I know, while I'm not normal wifey-standard-wise, you're completely in the middle of normal male-wise ....I am sorry to disappoint you honey, I couldn't tell whether or not you were having crazed out wild sex with a she-monster vagina....but when I think on it, you did snort and chuckle every now and then - you know, the way you snort and chuckle when you're dreaming up an evil plot to conquer the worlds and I wake up to your hand brushing my face while laughing manically and shouting: "Fooled them all, muahahaha, fooled them all!" in a disturbing way...."
Hubby: "Pfft, that was almost 20 years ago and only happened once, I was probably just trying to calm you...and I did come up with a good scheme to play the lottary."
Me: "Yeees, waking up like that was oh, so calming....and I know, that is why we're not millionaires.... "
Hubby: "So, I chuckled? I must have had quite some fun...."
Me: Yeah....so you see, you DO have a life."
Hubby: "hmm..." and he hung up
Hubby overslept this morning. Nothing too bad, but enough so that I had to get up and put on the coffee while he got dressed. That black stuff is important for waking up on a good morning, on a morning you oversleep it's essential to survival! Hubby is complaining he has no life. I was happy to enlighten him
Hubby: "My life is only work and sleep. I have no life! [look of doom on his face] And I slept 12 hours(this is true - he came home from work at 6, ate and went to bed), how can I oversleep when I've been asleep for 12 bloody hours?!?"
Me: "You have a life. You're just not aware of it, because you're asleep and last night you were definitely not here."
Hubby: "What?!? What are you rambling on about now? Have a heart, for crissake, it's early morning, pleaaase talk normal speek."
Me: "I am talking normal and you weren't here last night, you were somewhere else living an interesting life. Toasted Toads!"
Hubby: "Eli!" [and he gave me that look that says ~I Swear I'm calling the guys in white to come and get you and we both know they'll never let you out again~ you know, That look]
Me: "When you fell asleep last night you were snoring, loudly. And when I went to bed I tried to ignore the snoring, but you know it's kind of difficult to ignore. I mean you snore LOUDLY. And..."
Hubby: [annoyed] "I snore, yes. Is there a point? If so, get to it, I don't have time for your rambling. I'm late for work"
Me: "Yes! I called your name softly and shook your shoulder to ask you to roll over on your side and you told me quite clearly "Oh, just hit me in the back, that's what Eli used to do!"
Hubby: "eh...and, then what happened?"
Me: "You just rolled over and continued sleeping. Snorelessly."
Hubby: "What did I say, again?"
Me: "Exactly! [raised inquisitive eyebrow] You most definitely was not here and I was most definitely not me, I mean "Eli useD to hit me"? ...I wonder who you thought I was? Do you remember? Was I even still alive? I mean, you must have been doing something very interesting, don't you think?!? "
Hubby: "Wow!" [then he laughed heartedly] "I wonder what I was doing and where I was too"
Then he gave me a kiss, chuckled and left for work and I'm pretty sure he was thinking about his nightly adventure all the way to work, because he called me about an hour later and asked me
Hubby: "Did I get any?" [we have no phone etiquette when talking to each other. No "hi's", "How're you doing?" we get down to the point and keep it brief.
Me: "Excuse me?!?"
Hubby: "You know, last night in my dream, did I score?"
Me: "How the hell should I know? Besides, I don't think that is a question that is normally asked by the husband to his wife...."
Hubby: "C'mon! You're not normal by any standard, babe, normality does not abide in you and you wouldn't want it to, I'm just curious, I mean I am sure I must have done something fun and interesting...I deserve to have great dream sex"
Me: "Yeah, fun and interesting = having sex, I know, while I'm not normal wifey-standard-wise, you're completely in the middle of normal male-wise ....I am sorry to disappoint you honey, I couldn't tell whether or not you were having crazed out wild sex with a she-monster vagina....but when I think on it, you did snort and chuckle every now and then - you know, the way you snort and chuckle when you're dreaming up an evil plot to conquer the worlds and I wake up to your hand brushing my face while laughing manically and shouting: "Fooled them all, muahahaha, fooled them all!" in a disturbing way...."
Hubby: "Pfft, that was almost 20 years ago and only happened once, I was probably just trying to calm you...and I did come up with a good scheme to play the lottary."
Me: "Yeees, waking up like that was oh, so calming....and I know, that is why we're not millionaires.... "
Hubby: "So, I chuckled? I must have had quite some fun...."
Me: Yeah....so you see, you DO have a life."
Hubby: "hmm..." and he hung up
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Okay, sort of an update
Things are still a bit 'bob-bob'. There are no catastrophes happening, it's just really hard keeping my head above water, being the strong, positive force giving support and energy to everybody around me when all I want is to go into hibernation until things get better, or easier.
I can't really bring it all up here as my blog isn't private and I have to keep that in mind
Money issues are a bitch even on the best of days. I am the one in this household who manages the bills, loans, insurance, etc. The first 3-4 months of the year are always tough, because that is when the big nasty bills regarding electricity, municipal taxes and national road taxes are due on top of the regular nasty bills. This year has been worse, because all our savings are gone. (confirmation party for son, driver's license for daughter and a wedding abroad all in the same year, have a funny way of eating up savings).
Hubby is more than grumpy about our finances and is looking for a scapegoat. Since he refuses to have anything to do with planning and dealing with our finances, it's my job to try figure out how to make money last. Sadly I lack any magic abilities to create money from nothing. Hubby thinks that's the least I could do as he thinks it's my fault we're in this mess as I'm the one whose health didn't keep up.... and things are still at a stand still with my disablement and my insurance, which sux beyond sucking. I'm making calls, I'm checking up on caseworkers, doctors, etc, but....yeah...no decisions have been made yet, no payments are ready yet. Hubby and I are having these wonderful and fulfilling [Yes, I am being sarcastic] discussions about who's more to blame these days.
I'm aware that I'm not the breadwinner, particularly the last 5 years with 40% cut off from my already low paid wages. Which are low, mind you, because I had to pick a job where I could leave at 4 pm to pick up the kids at daycare/school(because you claimed that was a woman's responsibility) and those jobs don't grow on trees and neither are they well paid.
I understand that it sux to work full time and never having any extra for personal spending, but hey, that's the norm for most of us, right? It's not like I have ever had that luxury. Well, yes, I HAVE purchased books, but that is money I have taken from the clothes budget, besides, if we compare hobbies, I'd say my 5 books a year is far cheaper than your guns and ammo. Yes, I am aware that you hunt and OCCASIONALLY, bring home dinner, 4 ducks in two years and a rabbit if you take credit for your son's kill as well as your own, HALLELUJAH! [Yes, still dripping sarcasm]
Latest issue on the who-is-to-blame-the-most-for-all-our-misery contest is smoking. Aye, that's one I'm guilty of charge at. I smoke tobacco. I shouldn't smoke at all, I know. Even though I smoke half of what hubby does, it doesn't really matter. I have health issues that doesn't get better with me smoking. Will they get better when I quit smoking completely? I really doubt it, but I do know my general health and well being will benefit from quitting.
Thing is, quitting smoking is a personal thing for me. I don't want to do it when somebody else says so, or the way somebody else tells me to. I want to quit when I want to quit, how I want to do it and I don't want to be responsible for anybody else quitting or not. period. Hubby wants me to quit first and he wants to control the when and how....yeah....it's stupid. Am I using him as an excuse to keep on smoking. Probably. I know I need to just block out his words and actions and just do it, but dawg gone it, I'm a mere morta just as he is. He wants to be proud of me, he says.....he should have married superwoman or a mutant.
No, we're not getting divorced. When you've been married for 20+ years the idea of actually divorcing your spouse seems more work than just riding the storm till it ends....because it will end. It always does. At least it has done so for us....I can't really speak for others
And we can even make temporarily truces, like we did on Saturday. We decided to put everything aside for the day and took the dog and went hiking in the woods. Did us worlds of good and we had a nice evening too. 'Nudge, nudge, know what I mean?' and all that jazz. I'll get some pictures up when I get around to uploading them to the computer. We haven't worked it all out, but at present we're not fighting either....
I can't really bring it all up here as my blog isn't private and I have to keep that in mind
Money issues are a bitch even on the best of days. I am the one in this household who manages the bills, loans, insurance, etc. The first 3-4 months of the year are always tough, because that is when the big nasty bills regarding electricity, municipal taxes and national road taxes are due on top of the regular nasty bills. This year has been worse, because all our savings are gone. (confirmation party for son, driver's license for daughter and a wedding abroad all in the same year, have a funny way of eating up savings).
Hubby is more than grumpy about our finances and is looking for a scapegoat. Since he refuses to have anything to do with planning and dealing with our finances, it's my job to try figure out how to make money last. Sadly I lack any magic abilities to create money from nothing. Hubby thinks that's the least I could do as he thinks it's my fault we're in this mess as I'm the one whose health didn't keep up.... and things are still at a stand still with my disablement and my insurance, which sux beyond sucking. I'm making calls, I'm checking up on caseworkers, doctors, etc, but....yeah...no decisions have been made yet, no payments are ready yet. Hubby and I are having these wonderful and fulfilling [Yes, I am being sarcastic] discussions about who's more to blame these days.
I'm aware that I'm not the breadwinner, particularly the last 5 years with 40% cut off from my already low paid wages. Which are low, mind you, because I had to pick a job where I could leave at 4 pm to pick up the kids at daycare/school(because you claimed that was a woman's responsibility) and those jobs don't grow on trees and neither are they well paid.
I understand that it sux to work full time and never having any extra for personal spending, but hey, that's the norm for most of us, right? It's not like I have ever had that luxury. Well, yes, I HAVE purchased books, but that is money I have taken from the clothes budget, besides, if we compare hobbies, I'd say my 5 books a year is far cheaper than your guns and ammo. Yes, I am aware that you hunt and OCCASIONALLY, bring home dinner, 4 ducks in two years and a rabbit if you take credit for your son's kill as well as your own, HALLELUJAH! [Yes, still dripping sarcasm]
Latest issue on the who-is-to-blame-the-most-for-all-our-misery contest is smoking. Aye, that's one I'm guilty of charge at. I smoke tobacco. I shouldn't smoke at all, I know. Even though I smoke half of what hubby does, it doesn't really matter. I have health issues that doesn't get better with me smoking. Will they get better when I quit smoking completely? I really doubt it, but I do know my general health and well being will benefit from quitting.
Thing is, quitting smoking is a personal thing for me. I don't want to do it when somebody else says so, or the way somebody else tells me to. I want to quit when I want to quit, how I want to do it and I don't want to be responsible for anybody else quitting or not. period. Hubby wants me to quit first and he wants to control the when and how....yeah....it's stupid. Am I using him as an excuse to keep on smoking. Probably. I know I need to just block out his words and actions and just do it, but dawg gone it, I'm a mere morta just as he is. He wants to be proud of me, he says.....he should have married superwoman or a mutant.
No, we're not getting divorced. When you've been married for 20+ years the idea of actually divorcing your spouse seems more work than just riding the storm till it ends....because it will end. It always does. At least it has done so for us....I can't really speak for others
And we can even make temporarily truces, like we did on Saturday. We decided to put everything aside for the day and took the dog and went hiking in the woods. Did us worlds of good and we had a nice evening too. 'Nudge, nudge, know what I mean?' and all that jazz. I'll get some pictures up when I get around to uploading them to the computer. We haven't worked it all out, but at present we're not fighting either....
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Cellphone blogging
Blogging from my cellphone is such a pain I can't quite express just how annoyingly difficult it is. The former 'So sad' post was such a blog. I'm sure it's cause I'm no good at these things and that my cellphone is crap, but seriously, why do they have to make it so much work?!? I managed to write half of the blog the first time, before I got 'the boot'. The second part I ended up having to write in notebook, then copy and paste it. Thank goodness for automatically save draft-option, because it wouldn't let me publish the darn post until the day after...
Other than that, it's a beautiful day, we've been using my gift certificate I got from translation work to update my wardrobe. Yayness!
Tonight Runar is taking me out for dinner on his boss' expense. I have to say that was a pretty decent thing to do. Hubby got a text from his boss: "You've worked late a lot, take your patient wife out to dinner and send the bill to me." Needless to say his boss has been married with children...
Other than that, it's a beautiful day, we've been using my gift certificate I got from translation work to update my wardrobe. Yayness!
Tonight Runar is taking me out for dinner on his boss' expense. I have to say that was a pretty decent thing to do. Hubby got a text from his boss: "You've worked late a lot, take your patient wife out to dinner and send the bill to me." Needless to say his boss has been married with children...
Friday, March 18, 2011
Changing our evil ways
It snowed again last night. I want to kill something. I had actually started to hope we would get rid of all the snow and ice. Early yesterday the sun was shining and it almost felt like spring. Ole Man Winter's sense of humour is rather mean if you ask me.
Runar has next week off. He's quitting smoking. I thought I would too, but Runar is convinced we'll kill each other dead if both of us quit at once...maybe he's right, I've wanted to kill him often lately They're having audit at work this week, he's been working crazy hours. I've been in bad shape aching bad and my psoriasis has been worse. Sleep deprivation hasn't made things better.
The other night I slept in the guest room. Runar changes into the Snoring Monster of Huge Moans most nights, He will quit breathing all toghether if he's sleeping on his back and I have to wake him or make him turn over. It's actually quite frightening to be honest and I've tried to suggest him seeing a doctor about it, but to no use. It's all in my head, says he. I'm exaggerating and making things up...I have about as much success in this as I have at keeping his feet off my half of the bed, or keeping his one pointy hard elbow out of my back. Too bad I don't bruise easily, or I'd have evidence to show him in the form of a black eye. Crashing into an elbow eye first is not a pleasant way to wake up.
Anyways, the other night he had alternated quitting breathing and gasping loudly for air. I was unable to fall asleep, aching, tired, annoyed and getting worse. My attempts at getting him to turn over had only resulted in him inching further over to my side of the bed. When he lay spread-eagle in the middle of the bed pushing my feet off the edge on MY side of the bed and with a satisfied sigh landed his hand in the middle of my face I'd had enough and
"AAAHHRRGGHHED"
He sniffed offended, but crawled back to his side and lay on his side. This was around 2:30 am and I hadn't fallen asleep yet. Because of the aching joints and muscles I had problems finding a position where the pain didn't get unbearable, so naturally I tossed a bit. Side, back, other side, back. Whereupon that arse I'm married to sat up yelling at me for keeping him up all night. WTFH!?! I wanted to keelhaul him, skin him alive, wring him inside out and make him into a maggot. I didn't. I think it seemed like too much work at the time... Instead, I bit my tongue, got up and went to sleep in the guest room. I fell asleep quickly too. He apparently had barely slept at all. I'm afraid I did not feel particularly sorry for him...
and now we're quitting smoking. Should be fun :P
Eitherwho we're heading for the cabin today. We'll be drinking and smoking ourselves silly and sick, becoming the best of friends with abundance of love for each other, before we change our evil ways and start hating each other worse than ever...and hopefully become healthier and better persons in the long run.
... This song is playing in my head "One of these days I'm gonna change my evil ways" Bon Scott is singing ..I think that day is here for the hubby and I
Runar has next week off. He's quitting smoking. I thought I would too, but Runar is convinced we'll kill each other dead if both of us quit at once...maybe he's right, I've wanted to kill him often lately They're having audit at work this week, he's been working crazy hours. I've been in bad shape aching bad and my psoriasis has been worse. Sleep deprivation hasn't made things better.
The other night I slept in the guest room. Runar changes into the Snoring Monster of Huge Moans most nights, He will quit breathing all toghether if he's sleeping on his back and I have to wake him or make him turn over. It's actually quite frightening to be honest and I've tried to suggest him seeing a doctor about it, but to no use. It's all in my head, says he. I'm exaggerating and making things up...I have about as much success in this as I have at keeping his feet off my half of the bed, or keeping his one pointy hard elbow out of my back. Too bad I don't bruise easily, or I'd have evidence to show him in the form of a black eye. Crashing into an elbow eye first is not a pleasant way to wake up.
Anyways, the other night he had alternated quitting breathing and gasping loudly for air. I was unable to fall asleep, aching, tired, annoyed and getting worse. My attempts at getting him to turn over had only resulted in him inching further over to my side of the bed. When he lay spread-eagle in the middle of the bed pushing my feet off the edge on MY side of the bed and with a satisfied sigh landed his hand in the middle of my face I'd had enough and
"AAAHHRRGGHHED"
He sniffed offended, but crawled back to his side and lay on his side. This was around 2:30 am and I hadn't fallen asleep yet. Because of the aching joints and muscles I had problems finding a position where the pain didn't get unbearable, so naturally I tossed a bit. Side, back, other side, back. Whereupon that arse I'm married to sat up yelling at me for keeping him up all night. WTFH!?! I wanted to keelhaul him, skin him alive, wring him inside out and make him into a maggot. I didn't. I think it seemed like too much work at the time... Instead, I bit my tongue, got up and went to sleep in the guest room. I fell asleep quickly too. He apparently had barely slept at all. I'm afraid I did not feel particularly sorry for him...
and now we're quitting smoking. Should be fun :P
Eitherwho we're heading for the cabin today. We'll be drinking and smoking ourselves silly and sick, becoming the best of friends with abundance of love for each other, before we change our evil ways and start hating each other worse than ever...and hopefully become healthier and better persons in the long run.
... This song is playing in my head "One of these days I'm gonna change my evil ways" Bon Scott is singing ..I think that day is here for the hubby and I
Monday, February 28, 2011
Winter break
Weekend up at the cabin was wonderfully lazy. Well, there was the incident of hubby getting both tractors stuck in the snow while clearing the driveway of snow and the wifey - aye, that would be me - ending up driving both of them. As this happened late Friday night (there are no street light up in the mountains, and it was snowing/sleeting so no moon or stars to see by either) He was forced to let the tractors be where they were stuck and the driveway remain a complete cratered mess of snow drifts and tractor wheel tracks, etc.
Getting to and fro the car was like struggling through a bloody steeplechase! We had brought our old 32" TV with us so that we wouldn't have to watch movies on my laptop. This is the old fashion type of HY-UUUGE TV sets, heavy as a house. The car was all the way out by the road and there was no way I would be able to help carry that monster all the way inside. That was when hubby got the brilliant! idea of hauling the TV on a sledding board and some tarpaulin. Through the steeplechase driveway. Needless to say it was an EPIC FAIL idea. We had to return the TV to the car, but we did have fun while we were at it :P and we then called it a night and had more TV-less fun indoor.
Saturday I was ready for my first ride in the monster-tractors (we used to have a cute little ISEKI tractor that I loved) I had sort of made a deal with myself, not to drive any of the new() tractors (because now that I have a hubby and a son who's old enough to drive/run everything up there, I feel I no longer have to mess about with tractors and other motorized vehicles/machinery on the farm) I guess my deal lasted for 2 whole years....
First I was ordered to drive the 1969 MF beast while trying to pull Runar and the 1970something Lamborghini beast free off the snow drift. After the rope had snapped 3 times, hubby decided that it was my fault for being a lousy driver and made us swap places. After the rope snapped 3 more times, he decided that perhaps it would be best to use a chain instead of nylon...immediate success.
Hubby worked for hours and got the driveway cleared of snow, but his hopes that the getting-himself-stuck-in-the-snow incident would go by un-noticed did not work out so well. The neighbour farmer and friends had the time of their lives teasing him about it. Of course they also fell over laughing when they heard that I had been forced to drive not only one, but both of the wheeled monsters I had solemnly swore never, ever to set my foot in, evah! ...there really isn't all that much happening up there, I feel honored to be able to contribute to their entertainment :P
Anyway, it's winter break up here this week. No school and the house full of teenage boys coming and going all day and evening. That is as it should be, by all means, but I do have plans of spending a couple of days up at the cabin all by me lonesome. Well, Laika will of course come with me, she's good company around the fireplace and also good company for hikes/ski trips.
I'm still working on the translation assignment. I received positive feedback for the 17 pages I've finished and returned, which was nice as this was the first assignment from Norwegian to English type of work. I've got 6 forms of 'Hot Work', Work in confined spaces' type of EHS shite left, but as it's winter break they gave me an extra week to finish them.
Runar is working late tomorrow, I plan on getting some forms finished and then head up to the cabin Wednesday night. W00t. I can't wait. Solitude, cabin, fire crackling in the wood burner, a good book, coffee and something avec+++ I can eat, sleep, walk or doing absolutely nothing at all whenever I like without having to mind anyone else's needs or whims. It simply can not get any better!
Getting to and fro the car was like struggling through a bloody steeplechase! We had brought our old 32" TV with us so that we wouldn't have to watch movies on my laptop. This is the old fashion type of HY-UUUGE TV sets, heavy as a house. The car was all the way out by the road and there was no way I would be able to help carry that monster all the way inside. That was when hubby got the brilliant! idea of hauling the TV on a sledding board and some tarpaulin. Through the steeplechase driveway. Needless to say it was an EPIC FAIL idea. We had to return the TV to the car, but we did have fun while we were at it :P and we then called it a night and had more TV-less fun indoor.
Saturday I was ready for my first ride in the monster-tractors (we used to have a cute little ISEKI tractor that I loved) I had sort of made a deal with myself, not to drive any of the new() tractors (because now that I have a hubby and a son who's old enough to drive/run everything up there, I feel I no longer have to mess about with tractors and other motorized vehicles/machinery on the farm) I guess my deal lasted for 2 whole years....
First I was ordered to drive the 1969 MF beast while trying to pull Runar and the 1970something Lamborghini beast free off the snow drift. After the rope had snapped 3 times, hubby decided that it was my fault for being a lousy driver and made us swap places. After the rope snapped 3 more times, he decided that perhaps it would be best to use a chain instead of nylon...immediate success.
Hubby worked for hours and got the driveway cleared of snow, but his hopes that the getting-himself-stuck-in-the-snow incident would go by un-noticed did not work out so well. The neighbour farmer and friends had the time of their lives teasing him about it. Of course they also fell over laughing when they heard that I had been forced to drive not only one, but both of the wheeled monsters I had solemnly swore never, ever to set my foot in, evah! ...there really isn't all that much happening up there, I feel honored to be able to contribute to their entertainment :P
Anyway, it's winter break up here this week. No school and the house full of teenage boys coming and going all day and evening. That is as it should be, by all means, but I do have plans of spending a couple of days up at the cabin all by me lonesome. Well, Laika will of course come with me, she's good company around the fireplace and also good company for hikes/ski trips.
I'm still working on the translation assignment. I received positive feedback for the 17 pages I've finished and returned, which was nice as this was the first assignment from Norwegian to English type of work. I've got 6 forms of 'Hot Work', Work in confined spaces' type of EHS shite left, but as it's winter break they gave me an extra week to finish them.
Runar is working late tomorrow, I plan on getting some forms finished and then head up to the cabin Wednesday night. W00t. I can't wait. Solitude, cabin, fire crackling in the wood burner, a good book, coffee and something avec+++ I can eat, sleep, walk or doing absolutely nothing at all whenever I like without having to mind anyone else's needs or whims. It simply can not get any better!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Past 10 years
Courtney and Countess, you did the year by year thing, but I just can't do that, because they were so crazy that most of them are in a hazy blur and NOT because of drug or alcohol. This will be more of a warning post of "not to do"
10 years ago I was just finished with taking my last two exams: 'finance analysis' and 'statistics' My kids were 5 and 10 and I had 3 jobs (teaching English and social studies at the local high school, cleaning the local newspaper building and working half time at the accountancy firm). I also had a hubby going psycho from severe chemical exposure. We were in debt to our ears and all I really remember is driving or sitting on the bus with a paper bag in my lap because I kept throwing up from stress.
Because of a number of reasons from the way I was brought up to extreme stubbornness, instead of putting my foot down and ask for help, like getting hubby to agree to treatment, etc, I just plowed on. WARNING Not a smart thing to do. In fact it is beyond stupid and highly arrogant to think that you can cope with a spouse on a mental roller coaster race to the dark realms of madness. The price really is too high to pay.
During the next years there were various smaller and larger disasters like both kids and dog getting Lymes from tics which took the kids more than a year to get fully recovered from. The dog never did recover fully, as she got cancer and died shortly after.
My iron storage hit an all time low and I was rushed to hospital and underwent one hellish hour of pure torture treatment involving an electric rod, with the result of my womb getting torched black. Literally. I bled black sot for a week afterwards. I believe I'll have nightmares from this experience for as long as I live!
I got laid off work for a few months, then was more or less forced to work a bunch for free in order to get my job back, not to mention that I was unwillingly drawn into my boss' affair with a married man, having to lie to his wife at the time. My boss and this man later got married and had two children. He is a drunk and a cheat and Man, do they deserve each other!
My daughter had a nervous breakdown at school when she was 12 due to hubby's madness() and there were councilors and meetings and whatnot for a while. Actually, from then on the 'war' between daughter and father has been going on and is still going on. She had a couple of panic attacks during Christmas, but they also had one long sit-down-chat that hopefully did them both some good. I guess time will show.
Hubby has changed jobs multiple times due to him falling out with colleagues and/or bosses during these 10 years, he was too sick to work in periods, then started studying and got his logistics degree, then changed a few more jobs. He has finally acknowledged that he needs to work at least 4 years in the same job before changing to a new one, but as he is still constantly checking out new jobs, I'm not sure that him acknowledging is the same as him fully understanding it...
There has been tons of family drama ranging from my kid sister nearly dying from drug abuse and lack of food to Grandma Crazy going on a hate spree and not only disinheriting us all, she actually claimed we didn't exist. This was quite funny in all it's madness, but that is probably because it's hubby's grandma and not mine :P Oh, and she has since changed her mind and loves us all to pieces and has thus forgiven us! for all the things she did. I'm not sure how she managed to turn it all upside down, but reality has never really applied to this lady, ever. Thankfully the doctors took away her driving license last winter, because as with reality, law, order and traffic rules didn't apply to her either...
My health has deteriorated and is on a downward spiral still, sadly. Hubby, on the other hand is doing a lot better and I think that the effect from his exposure has more or less worn off and most important of all, he is now aware of his issues and can take steps to lessen the effects on the rest of us around him.
Because of my stupid touch pad that I haven't yet figured out how to lock permanently I accidentally deleted the paragraph about getting to meet Sue from TBF and her hubby in 2009. That was two weeks of funness :)
(sorry Sue, you were not forgotten!)
10 years ago I was just finished with taking my last two exams: 'finance analysis' and 'statistics' My kids were 5 and 10 and I had 3 jobs (teaching English and social studies at the local high school, cleaning the local newspaper building and working half time at the accountancy firm). I also had a hubby going psycho from severe chemical exposure. We were in debt to our ears and all I really remember is driving or sitting on the bus with a paper bag in my lap because I kept throwing up from stress.
Because of a number of reasons from the way I was brought up to extreme stubbornness, instead of putting my foot down and ask for help, like getting hubby to agree to treatment, etc, I just plowed on. WARNING Not a smart thing to do. In fact it is beyond stupid and highly arrogant to think that you can cope with a spouse on a mental roller coaster race to the dark realms of madness. The price really is too high to pay.
During the next years there were various smaller and larger disasters like both kids and dog getting Lymes from tics which took the kids more than a year to get fully recovered from. The dog never did recover fully, as she got cancer and died shortly after.
My iron storage hit an all time low and I was rushed to hospital and underwent one hellish hour of pure torture treatment involving an electric rod, with the result of my womb getting torched black. Literally. I bled black sot for a week afterwards. I believe I'll have nightmares from this experience for as long as I live!
I got laid off work for a few months, then was more or less forced to work a bunch for free in order to get my job back, not to mention that I was unwillingly drawn into my boss' affair with a married man, having to lie to his wife at the time. My boss and this man later got married and had two children. He is a drunk and a cheat and Man, do they deserve each other!
My daughter had a nervous breakdown at school when she was 12 due to hubby's madness() and there were councilors and meetings and whatnot for a while. Actually, from then on the 'war' between daughter and father has been going on and is still going on. She had a couple of panic attacks during Christmas, but they also had one long sit-down-chat that hopefully did them both some good. I guess time will show.
Hubby has changed jobs multiple times due to him falling out with colleagues and/or bosses during these 10 years, he was too sick to work in periods, then started studying and got his logistics degree, then changed a few more jobs. He has finally acknowledged that he needs to work at least 4 years in the same job before changing to a new one, but as he is still constantly checking out new jobs, I'm not sure that him acknowledging is the same as him fully understanding it...
There has been tons of family drama ranging from my kid sister nearly dying from drug abuse and lack of food to Grandma Crazy going on a hate spree and not only disinheriting us all, she actually claimed we didn't exist. This was quite funny in all it's madness, but that is probably because it's hubby's grandma and not mine :P Oh, and she has since changed her mind and loves us all to pieces and has thus forgiven us! for all the things she did. I'm not sure how she managed to turn it all upside down, but reality has never really applied to this lady, ever. Thankfully the doctors took away her driving license last winter, because as with reality, law, order and traffic rules didn't apply to her either...
My health has deteriorated and is on a downward spiral still, sadly. Hubby, on the other hand is doing a lot better and I think that the effect from his exposure has more or less worn off and most important of all, he is now aware of his issues and can take steps to lessen the effects on the rest of us around him.
Because of my stupid touch pad that I haven't yet figured out how to lock permanently I accidentally deleted the paragraph about getting to meet Sue from TBF and her hubby in 2009. That was two weeks of funness :)
(sorry Sue, you were not forgotten!)
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
We survived
Christmas dinner was a success. Huzzah! Actually people stuffed themselves so bad, we had to wait more than an hour before we had the rice pudding dessert. There were minor disasters, but those are part of the fun. The dining table, for instance. It has been stored in the shed for a year and it being very old and solid oak, it had reacted to the moist and cold, naturally it was no longer straight, but had morphed into a little ski-jump in one end. It's now been thrown on the hanger heading for the dumpster, poor thing has long outlived it's purpose, I'm sure it's happy to finally be put to permanent rest. Hubby surprised me with an extra present for us(read himself) a 40 inch flat-screen TV that can be hooked up to the computer etc. We only had 3 old fashion ones - that all worked nicely thankee verra much - already, but they were NOT flat-screens. I'm told there is a HY-UUUUGE difference... actually, I watched one of the HP movies and I have to admit, it was kinda awesome watching it on the new set.
There's been some drama... my daughter got a panic attack after her brother and father got into a shouting match, but I think it ended fairly okay. Instead of ending in full blown war, my daughter did something very grown-up and mature, she came up and told her father why she panicked. I left them alone and they had a long talk. Even though hubby still thinks she needs to grow up, he managed to bite his tongue and just let her get it all out of her system. Hopefully this will help her move on and let go of the past.
Eitherwho I'm taking da hubby up to the cabin tonight. He's got two days off work and it'll be best for all parties if I go into hiding with him for a night or two.
Have a fantabulous New Year's Eve folks *cheers*
There's been some drama... my daughter got a panic attack after her brother and father got into a shouting match, but I think it ended fairly okay. Instead of ending in full blown war, my daughter did something very grown-up and mature, she came up and told her father why she panicked. I left them alone and they had a long talk. Even though hubby still thinks she needs to grow up, he managed to bite his tongue and just let her get it all out of her system. Hopefully this will help her move on and let go of the past.
Eitherwho I'm taking da hubby up to the cabin tonight. He's got two days off work and it'll be best for all parties if I go into hiding with him for a night or two.
Have a fantabulous New Year's Eve folks *cheers*
Monday, October 4, 2010
Fall break
Schools are off this week and Simen is attending some computer game geek party thing that lasts most of the week. There will be adults and security, so they will be safe enough, although I doubt there will be much sleep.
I managed to do things right Friday, turned hubby's shifty mood and got to spend a wonderful weekend up at the cabin. He wont be working too late this week and also he's taking Thursday and Friday off w00t w00t
Have you noticed when you walk in the rain how the scents change? If you walk somewhere there are bogs etc it can smell rather nasty, but up in the mountains where there is generally a dryer climate, the scent is magnificent and pungent when raining, yet not nasty at all. I love to gently crunch a few leaves of Bog Myrtle or Sweet Gale - not sure what name you use. Their scent is for me a symbol of the mountain and the woods.
I managed to do things right Friday, turned hubby's shifty mood and got to spend a wonderful weekend up at the cabin. He wont be working too late this week and also he's taking Thursday and Friday off w00t w00t
Have you noticed when you walk in the rain how the scents change? If you walk somewhere there are bogs etc it can smell rather nasty, but up in the mountains where there is generally a dryer climate, the scent is magnificent and pungent when raining, yet not nasty at all. I love to gently crunch a few leaves of Bog Myrtle or Sweet Gale - not sure what name you use. Their scent is for me a symbol of the mountain and the woods.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Patterns
How do you avoid falling into old behaviour patterns? I am still working on that one... Why is it so easy to fall into the same old patterns, even if you know they'll do you no good?!? Sometimes I want to grab myself by the ears and shake me until my bones rattle.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
20 years
today 20 years ago I married my husband, Runar. I doubt anyone would have thought we'd still be married today :P ...I bet I'll still be married to him when another 20 years have passed. I mean what's the point of divorce now - we know each other so well there really aren't all that many issues left that we haven't figured out. The ones that ARE left are mostly the ones that makes life more ...interesting. One thing is dead certain. Life with Runar is never boring, might get a little too interesting at times, but hey, that's life, no?!?
*cheers*
*cheers*
Friday, March 19, 2010
Drat it
I love the job at the culture center, it's so much fun! Next month we'll be having a kindergarten exhibition and we've made a labyrinth in Styrofoam. Huge one, with little niches and 'secret' boxes. We're planning to put in various stuff and tasks the kids have to solve by stationing touch screen computers in the walls. Neat-o, no?!?
Wednesday we put up a thin acrylic wallpaper that we'll be painting white - just to make the labyrinth a little more solid. And we had meetings with the local fireman chief. The styrofoam, luckily, does not contain stuff that emits dangerous gases, but it is highly inflammatory, so...just pls cross all digits that we'll be allowed to keep it. It's just for a period of 3-4 weeks...walls, floor, ceiling are concrete, there are sprinklers in the ceiling. Yes it's inflammatory, but so is most of the old wooden stuff that is part of the museum's permanent exhibition...
The work is starting to take it's toll. It's so bloody annoying and unfair. Had to stay home Monday, my shoulder more or less locked up and I wasn't able to put on clothes. After Wednesday I've been a wreck with fever and agony. I'm contemplating putting in a slide in the staircase. If I'm upstairs and have left my cell downstairs, by the time I've hobbled down the staircase they hang up on the cell and call the landline. Of course by the time I reach it all I hear is that -click- as they hang up on that too. ...with a slide at least the trip down will be fun
I've tried to hide the physical effect this has had on me for hubby, and I thought I did a convincing job...
ME: "I'm a bit sore-muscled, but that's to be expected after putting up wallpaper. Only natural soreness, mind you, no fever!"
HUBBY: "Bwahaha!"
ME: "Huh?"
HUBBY: "My cute little idiot! You can hardly move and you're so burning hot you sizzle at touch, who are you trying to fool?!?"
ME: "..."
HUBBY: "kudos for enthusiasm in your lies...does it make YOU believe them?!?"
He thinks the whole working-idea is a bad one, but he knows I want it so bad so he's agreed to letting me try...but he insists his job is to drag my enthusiastic, optimistic self back to reality and keep me grounded. I wish I could say I didn't need him to, but...even I can't delude myself that much after psoriasis outbreaks and inflammations have been creating havoc with my body these past weeks
Got a doctor's app. later today. I will get some anti-inflammatory meds and hope that it'll do the trick. I am still counting on these things to be a phase that will disappear when I settle into a routine.
Wednesday we put up a thin acrylic wallpaper that we'll be painting white - just to make the labyrinth a little more solid. And we had meetings with the local fireman chief. The styrofoam, luckily, does not contain stuff that emits dangerous gases, but it is highly inflammatory, so...just pls cross all digits that we'll be allowed to keep it. It's just for a period of 3-4 weeks...walls, floor, ceiling are concrete, there are sprinklers in the ceiling. Yes it's inflammatory, but so is most of the old wooden stuff that is part of the museum's permanent exhibition...
The work is starting to take it's toll. It's so bloody annoying and unfair. Had to stay home Monday, my shoulder more or less locked up and I wasn't able to put on clothes. After Wednesday I've been a wreck with fever and agony. I'm contemplating putting in a slide in the staircase. If I'm upstairs and have left my cell downstairs, by the time I've hobbled down the staircase they hang up on the cell and call the landline. Of course by the time I reach it all I hear is that -click- as they hang up on that too. ...with a slide at least the trip down will be fun
I've tried to hide the physical effect this has had on me for hubby, and I thought I did a convincing job...
ME: "I'm a bit sore-muscled, but that's to be expected after putting up wallpaper. Only natural soreness, mind you, no fever!"
HUBBY: "Bwahaha!"
ME: "Huh?"
HUBBY: "My cute little idiot! You can hardly move and you're so burning hot you sizzle at touch, who are you trying to fool?!?"
ME: "..."
HUBBY: "kudos for enthusiasm in your lies...does it make YOU believe them?!?"
He thinks the whole working-idea is a bad one, but he knows I want it so bad so he's agreed to letting me try...but he insists his job is to drag my enthusiastic, optimistic self back to reality and keep me grounded. I wish I could say I didn't need him to, but...even I can't delude myself that much after psoriasis outbreaks and inflammations have been creating havoc with my body these past weeks
Got a doctor's app. later today. I will get some anti-inflammatory meds and hope that it'll do the trick. I am still counting on these things to be a phase that will disappear when I settle into a routine.
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