lisaviolet's diary

Sunday, October 23, 2005

otherstuff
09:49 AM - 10/23/2005

The topic: To add insult to injury (or cold)
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Brian mentioned that these are the kinds of weather days you like to stay home and do nothing. (Yeah, and cater to your sick wife.) The cloudy, cool days of late autumn.

So why can’t he stay home?

I told Brian, as he got ready to walk out the door, the next time he’s sick, I’m going to spend the day at the movies. He said “but there’s never anything you want to see”. I said “I don’t care”.

And I will.

I hate being sick.

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catstuff
09:35 AM - 10/23/2005

The topic: DeeJay, the king of poop
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DeeJay eats. As skinny as he is, he eats. It’s not thyroid, he’s been getting skinny since his colon was removed back in December 1999.

And with his eating, he also had many stools. And for the most part, they’re healthy looking. Sometimes, maybe due to his kidney disease, they get a little hard. Since the NutriCal gave him the runs earlier this year, I figured I’d try giving him a little teeny, tiny bit on the tip of my finger.

It worked. This morning I found a small little turd in the laundry room. Brian was getting dressed after having taken his shower. I was back in the office, dorking around with the computer.

I got up to go ask Brian a question and stepped in something nasty. I turned on the hallway light.

Oh, crap! Crap! I hopped into my bathroom and stuck my foot in the tub and ran hot water over it and soaped it up well. Rinsed off, then hobbled out into the office to get some papertowels. I cleaned up the stool, then got a wipe and cleaned the rest of it off of the floor.

The NutriCal worked. And DeeJay was just as happy as could be.

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otherstuff
09:23 AM - 10/23/2005

The topic: *koff* *koff*
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Gah. I hate this. Brian was gone all day yesterday, working on the bucket for his tractor. Today, he’s gone, having gotten new tires for one of the pieces of equipment last week. They were delivered to some shipping company in Santee and today, he’s hauling them to his bro’s, then he’s going to the property to check for mice.

And I sit here hacking and coughing.

I made Swiss steak for dinner last night and when he called to tell me he still had a couple of hours of work to do, I meanly didn’t tell him I’d cooked. Which actually worked out, because he would have left early, to come home to eat and he wouldn’t have gotten to the point he was wanted to reach.

But I made him do the dishes.

He did bring me the cough syrup. I waited until about nine to take my dose. The directions say not to take more than four doses in a twenty-four hour period. We watched the movie “After the Sunset” with Pierce Brosnan, Salma Hayek and Woody Harrelson, then turned in.

And once I was laying down, the coughing began. I finally said “f—- it”, got out of bed, went into the kitchen and got another dose of the Robitussin. Yeah, you’re not supposed to take more than four doses in a twenty-four hour period, but it doesn’t say you can’t take them all at once. And if I had to, I had to.

I needed sleep.

It worked.

I do have to say I’ve got more sympathy for little Ciara’s problem right now. She’s been sneezing up a storm, strings of green snot flying around her face. Brian and I have both been wiping her little nose and face. It’s funny, we both have the urge to hold the tissue to her face and say “blow”.

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