I have ben to bed twice during this last night, but did not sleep a wink either time, so got up and did other things.
I hate these nights, but some medical official somewhere decided that women should not take more than 5mgs. of Ambien a night, so Dr. Duck won't give me any more than that. And I have to go to his office and have a pill count every so often to see if I'm overdosing. Now, there's a thought.
I needed to go over to Jefferson Memorial Hospital today to pre-register for my lovely colonoscopy nest week, but it snowed about 3-5 inches last night. I know, because I watched it all night long.
My nerves are frayed, my eyes burn like coals, my legs hurt, and I'm condemned to spend another (at least) two days in this house.
The first person that steps on my toes this morning gets the white slapped off their face.
I was supposed to have the trailer ready for the new tenant by the 28th, but I can't get off this bluff to get anything done.
I've got to call her and tell her that I just can't have it ready. If she can't understand, she'll just have to look around for something else with two bedrooms, one bath, a covered front porch, gas heat, appliances, a roof-over, and extra insulation for $100.00 a month.
Steve and I got out for a while yesterday, but slid badly getting back home. Our own driveway was worse than the bluff. I thought we'd take the fence out a couple of times.
He's been feeding the birds. We'd noticed them coming onto the back porch and getting cat food, and we were afraid the cats might think they were food, so we've been putting them some cracked corn out by the fence where we feed our geese and sheep.
We have quite a few cardinals, and they're so RED!
I just gave up on Steve getting up by himself, and I've put biscuits in the oven, tea's on, and there's thawed blackberries from last summer ready for breakfast. I woke him, but I don't know if he'll get up or go back to sleep.
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