I am ticked off today because my husband is being a pr*ck again. I know I deserve better than that. I'm sick of dealing with the whole lupus/kidney b/s all by myself. No support here.
I am ticked off today because my husband is being a pr*ck again. I know I deserve better than that. I'm sick of dealing with the whole lupus/kidney b/s all by myself. No support here.
I'm ticked off today because I had to stop reading 11/22/63 and actually get something accomplished today.
But I think I will now go post in the happy thread because I actually get to read a brand spanking new HUGE King book!![]()
My toilet was backing up awhile back. Plumber came in and snaked it through the commode- 5 minutes, 80$ bill.
Two-three days ago it started to flush very slowly.
This evening, I had some dishes to wash so I filled up the sink to let the dishes soak. I went to go plunge the toilet and hoped that would help it flush quicker. Yay! It worked. I go back to wash dishes and...no water is coming out of the kitchen faucet. NONE!!
WTHe!!
Called my brother, turned the water main on and off, looked under the house to see if there was a busted pipe-none. (Water turns on in the tub, toilet flushes, water coming from the washing machine. Took the aerator off the kitchen faucet- no water! No feeling of water pressure trying to get through.
Plumber will be coming by tomorrow.)
CRUD! CRUD! CRUD!
Because my husband decided to surprise me with 11/22/63....But, he went to Wally World and of course, they had NONE!! ( I am now on a quest to find it....I'll probably have to hit the Mall book stores)
.............it's Monday............![]()
It is before Thanksgiivng and all the stores already are getting crowded.
...I went shopping in several different stores over the weekend and they are all playing Christmas music already! Couldn't they just wait until after Thanksgiving, at least?!
I am ticked off today because my ribcage and parts of my back are killin' me. On Friday I choked on a pill, indicated to my husband that I needed him to hit me on the back (once he had sauntered in casually from the living room), and unfortunately, he obliged me... with a closed fist instead of an open hand. He pounded me over the site of the injury that I've still been going to physio for. How could he hit me right there? With a fist as hard as he effin' could. I think I've got a cracked rib and I am very bruised up and sore now.
The look on my physio guy's face just about broke my heart when I had to tell him that the work has been undone. At least he treats me gently and in a caring manner. Like today. I told him that physio is the best part of my day and that I'd trade my soul for his hands. It was just nice to be around someone who actually cared about how I was doing.
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