I'm posting late this morning, as I had a terrible night and slept really late (for me) this morning.
I took Lyrica last night, and I have the notorious 'buzz' this morning.
I hate that drug, but it does help with the leg and foot jerking and kicking.
Fibromyalgia is the worst kind of disease. No one can see anything wrong with you, but you suffer so much. It's so hard to tell anyone how you hurt, because the pain is all over you, and there's inadequate words to explain all the ways you hurt.
Yesterday was a beautiful day. I did a lot of laundry. I had to take some off the line to put more on. There was some mild wind, so the clothes dried almost as fast as I put them out.
Steve and I had a difference yesterday morning, so I pouted all day. I had seen a refrigerator that I wanted for my Hut on Craig's list for $60.00, and when he got up (at 10:00) I asked him if we could go get it. He said no, and I don't like to be told no. I know I'm spoiled, but it's a good buy. The closest price for a new one like it is $179.00 at Home Depot, and it's metallic. I want a white one to reflect light, and the one on Craig's List is white.
I think spoiled people always see things the way they want them, and I'm no exception.
He worked in the yard and both garages, and he always gets frustrated and slings things every which way, and I hate to be around him when he's like that. He's so moody.
I was supposed to volunteer at the Goodwill, but I had so much to do here that I didn't. Angie Green, a local restaurant owner, was having her Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday, and I had seen her at the Family Dollar store a few days ago and told her I would try to come. I didn't want to stop my work and clean up, and Steve was in a bad mood, so we didn't go.
I painted my kitchen cabinets in the Hut. They're all nice and white now, with fresh paint. I had insulated the outside walls with some salvaged ceiling tiles, and they look nice now that they're painted.
Down Home is having their Thanksgiving Dinner today, and Barbara wants me to meet her there for lunch at 12:30. I don't know if I'll be alert enough to even care if I eat at that time. My stomach is grumbling now, but it's my morning meds disturbing the area. They always do that, and it seems like you could hear the noise all the way to the county line.
Bobby Curl called me yesterday morning to ask if I'd like him and his workers to pick up ears of corn from his field for me, and I told him I would.
They're supposed to come with it this morning, but the barrells at the barn are not empty, and Steve didn't want to get them ready yesterday. The rain may make Bobby think differently this morning. I hope he has a dry shed to pull the pick-up truck in to. I still have some of the corn he and Norma picked up for me last year. They're simple people, but I love them both like family. Bobby is such a good man, but alcohol makes him mean, and he just can't seem to quit trying to drink it. He has a terrible reputation in the community from years ago when he drank a lot.
His sister, Alene, told me once that I was good for him, as I let him vent his anger, and I make him try to be a better man. I hope I have some good effect. ...on someone.
Yesterday evening, about 5:00, I told Steve that I was supposed to take a pop-up camper to Shannon for her to use as a storage building. He didn't want to, so I told him I would take it myself. He didn't believe that I would, but when I pulled the truck around to the barn where it was parked, and started to hook it up, he decided that I meant what I had said.
He came down across the back yard and wanted to help then.
We got it hooked up, and then discovered a flat tire on the camper, so he got his air tank and filled it, then brought it to the barn and filled the tire. We were going to start toward Shannon's house, and he offered to drive. I said I could, and he looked at me like I didn't have good sense.
Well............
It wasn't hard at all. Those little things don't weigh too much, and there was surprisingly little 'sway' to it. We were a little low on gas, but I made it just fine. Shannon lives way up on a high hill, and I didn't know about going up her driveway, but I made it. I just gunned the excelerator and up we went.
Her yard is a jigsaw puzzle of flower beds and bushes, and it was getting dark fast, so it was a little tricky getting the camper where we wanted, but Steve was getting over his pout, and took the wheel of the truck, and, with me giving guidance, parked the camper where we could. I called Shannon on my cell phone (she was STILL at work) to tell her where it was and ask if that would be OK. She was thrilled that we had got it there in one piece, and told me it would be great to have it at all.
Those little wonders only take a little while to have them completely set up, and we were gone in about an hour. It was as dark as a stack of black cats, and we had to rob one of Shannon's solar lights that she used in a flower bed to see what we were doing at the last, but everything went fine, except that Steve had slammed the storm door on my left thumb while we were setting the door. It's sore this morning, but it will be OK.
Shannon had me a lovely thank you note this morning on my e-mail.
Betty Pike also had me an e-mail this morning. It was just a joke, but I love hearing from her.
She's my favorite Sister Worker in the whole world.
Steve and I stopped at that gambling store down at the county line last night to get a corn dog and some gas in the truck. It was swarming with drunks and rif-raf. You'd think it was a tavern.
....and Lehora Enfinger works there!
Only in the daytime, though.
We got home, and Steve told me he hoped I didn't work in my Hut too long. I told him I wouldn't, that I was going to change into clean clothes and go to the Family Dollar. I help them straighten their shelves, and they're so nice to me. We joke and cut up a lot. We were all 'nervous eating' last night, and Alyson and Chris, her boyfriend, were arguing over each other having pictures of other 'possibles' on their cell phones.
I tired to inject a little reason into the situation, but it didn't work too well. I think they just wanted to fight. Elaine, Chris's mother, just ignored them and worked all over the store to keep away from them. I think she's seen enough of this kind of behavior to let it pass.
Cell phones are so much trouble.
Elaine is moving to a much nicer house than her apartment is, owned by Donald Nance and his wife, Nita. They are such nice people, and I saw him at the Family Dollar last week, and told him I so much appreciated him.
I came home, after getting some fresh milk for Steve. He had called me on my cell phone (yes, the same kind that causes so much trouble), and he was in a funk because I had gone up there to have some time with my friends rather than stay home with him. He's not as much fun. I know he wouldn't agree with that assessment, but it's true. He spends all his evening time on the computer or asleep in front of the TV. That's not fun to me.
Barbara told me in a phone call that she had called, and he told her, "She's up at that damned Dollar Store with her friends".
We went to bed, and watched Elizabeth I on a DVD to try to bore me to death so I would go to sleep, but it didn't work. I was in too much pain. Thus the bad night.
Barbara just called and reminded me of Thanksgiving Dinner at the Down Home and asked if I am coming, so I'd better get started on hair and 'getting pretty'
The weather seems to be rainy with spots of sun.
Oh, the misery of rainy, dank days.
Saints preserve us!
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