That sounds like a lot of work emptying everything and now alot of work putting it back.
((((HUGS))))
bizi

Somehow I managed to get everything done. I moved some things around, and I'm not sure I'm happy with the changes, but things are just going to have to stay as is because I've decided the project is over.

I laid down for my nap fully clothed because I was waiting for someone from maintenance to come and fix the kitchen light. Of course no one came.

I got in a 4 hour nap, and got an extra hour of sleep last night, but I'm exhausted and in pain. I did way too much.

I have an appointment for a PAP smear at 10:30 today. That's something that's always worth looking forward to…

After that I have to visit my insurance agency. We paid off our car (YAY!!!) and I have to drop off a copy of the new title so they can fax it to the insurance company.

When I get home I'm going to have to do a load of laundry because my husband doesn't have any more clean work clothes. I really hope I don't have to wait all day for the 1 functioning washing machine in the building to be free. That one load really won't even make a dent in my dirty laundry pile. Maybe my husband will go with me to the laundromat this weekend? I'm sure he'd just be thrilled!

Wow kay,
you did a lot!
No wonder you are sore this morning. I am hoping that you have hubby's help and go to the laundry mat this weekend. It is not your fault the machine is broken!
bizi

I've been lucky… I was able to get a load of laundry in as soon as I got home yesterday, and I have one in the dryer now. I don't feel like I'm drowning in laundry anymore, but had I been able to utilize that other washer, I would have been able to eliminate the entire laundry pile this week. I usually do two loads at a time (everyone does), but I don't feel like it would be fair for me to do back to back loads in the only washer in the building.

Maintenance finally came to fix the light in the kitchen yesterday afternoon! It was nice not to have to cook in the dark last night :)
The office sent me an email request to take a survey about my maintenance experience regarding the lock lol. I did fill it out, and was honest, but not bitchy.

Dottie got into the cabinets under the kitchen sink this morning and she fought me like hell when I tried to pull her out. She's gotten stuck in the wall before, and my husband had to enlarge a hole back there so she could get out. She's so fat now (21 lbs) if she was able to get in the wall, we'd never be able to get her out. She bangs the cabinets all the time trying to get in there and it drives us nuts…
I'm going to the hardware store today to get stuff to childproof the cabinets under the kitchen and bathroom sinks. In the meantime, she keeps trying to get back in there, so I've taped the cabinets closed with packing tape. But that only lasts so long because Rocky chews on it, which isn't a good thing either. Fortunately he hasn't discovered the tape is there yet.

pudge went into the couch threw a small hole. she disappeared for 12 hours. then i figured where she went. the porter tore a big hole is the couch and then we nabbed her and i bought gorilla tape. oudge was back in there. finally removed the legs of the couch. do something extreme! it is far from funny when it is happening to you

When she was stuck, I didn't know she was missing until I was going to the bathroom and heard her meowing… I was frantic until we got her out :(

it is really traumatic....i thought pudge was going to die

I ran into my neighbor in the laundry room and asked her if she was having any trouble with the lock on the outer door... She's 82 and pleasantly confused, but said at one point she had to "work on it a little bit" before she could get in. During the same conversation she couldn't recall her son's name though.

sad but lol

Wow, we all have issues with hiding animals.

One of my kitties had a present waiting in the picture window when I returned
from Kokomo. I had to go to my son and his girlfriend to have it removed.

I hate mice. Dead or otherwise.


Then last night I got a call from Derrick about 9pm. His dog dobey had been
attacked while he was walking him by a big dog. He was so upset I was
worried about a seizure. But also of course the dog.

He couldn't see any marks from a bit. But knew the kids that were helping
with their dog. And one had gotten dobey for him thought he had been once
bit.
So I had him call his provider Shannon, and she and her son Chris who is
his best friend. Went to check and make police report.

So nice for such good friends. She has been a friend for over 10 years.

Donna :hug::grouphug:

I get to see our family member
 

Our dog who is up in age
With my eldest as she too is forewarned
when a seizure is in the works
My baby is getting old and has many difficulties
He was diagnosed with Cushings disease
A tumor on his brain
He is comfortable
And is enjoying the rest of his precious life
in the company of LOVE AND AFFECTION and has his doctors
and all of our love
Crying just thinking of him
A silky Australian
Will visit Sunday
How we love our extended family members
Forever to remember our special time and unconditional LOVE
me

Hi, Eva,

'Such a sad story.

Hugs to you.

M

Eva, I am sorry for your son,

I am afraid of dogs.....
all dogs bite.
our cat hatty, was 18 pounds and the vet said she was 1 pound away from being diabetic. how did he know that? he did not do any blood work on her, I think he was just trying to scare us. and put her on a diet.
so we did, she is stealing some of hazel our svelte cats food, don't know how to stop that. We are feeding hazel some fancy feasts canned food extra but she hardly eats it. sigh
she will probably be the one to lose weight and not hatty.
sigh
bizi

Hatty kept crying last night and waking us up all night. She never cries that much....I feel very tired this morning.

Donna, I hope Dobey is okay and Derrick doesn't have to worry about that big dog attacking him anymore. He doesn't need any more worries.

I'm so sorry about your baby Eva :hug: I hope that he remains comfortable for the rest of his life and can just soak up all the love that you are able to give him :hug:

Bizi, it's almost impossible to put one cat on a diet and have it not effect the other one(s). They are picky, and feeding them separately is so hard because they can evade you and climb anywhere to get at what they want. I have two fat cats and one tiny one. I think if I tried to put Rocky and Dottie on a diet, Buddy would starve. I put less food in the bowl now, but I won't put them on a diet, which probably makes me a bad pet parent. I'm sorry about Hatty crying, I can sympathize…

Right now Dottie is crying incessantly because I dragged a 35lb of litter into the kitchen to barricade the cabinets so she can't get in. She and Rocky worked in tandem overnight: He chewed off the tape holding the cabinets shut (then puked it up all over the carpet) so she could get under the sink and knock everything over and out. Thank God she didn't get herself stuck in the wall. This morning her new thing is jumping on the kitchen counter. She's being a very bad kitty.

I bought hardware yesterday. I called my husband and he said he would bring his drill in, but didn't. He looked at what I bought, but didn't compare it to the cabinets, so I don't even know if he can make it work. I'm very frustrated with him.


The apartment office manager read my survey responses and sent me an email saying she would put in a new work order for the lock on that door. When I got home from doing whatever I did yesterday, the lock was changed, but I couldn't get in and had to walk around to the side door.
I called the office manager again. They still think it's a problem with our keys. I suggested she call some other residents to ask them if they are having problems before they rekey our lock.
Someone from maintenance is coming over to see me today. There's an elderly lady from the 2nd floor who's very unpleasant, but she has all her marbles, and is almost always home. I will ask her if I can borrow her key for 10 minutes to see if it works in the new lock. If maintenance asked, she would literally tell them to go **** themselves, but I'm pretty sure she will do this little favor for me.
Whatever happens, I have to have access to that ****ing door. That entry is why we chose this apartment in the first place… it's right next to us, and is the only one with a ramp. This issue has to be resolved today. I don't care how.

I hope your neighbor cooperates with you and I hope they get the lock fixed!
Frustrating!
bizi

When I tried to walk out the door this morning, my path was blocked by a moving truck that had backed up and blocked the entire ramp…
I immediately felt trapped and panicked. I felt like I couldn't get IN OR OUT anymore. I went back in my apartment to take a klonopin and sat there for a while before I calmed down enough to use the side door to leave the building to go get my blood drawn.

I was very chatty with the phlebotomist and the woman at the convenience store this morning and seemed to be in an elevated mood. I know that's a red flag that I may be headed towards hypomania.
But I'm also very irritable, and brooding when alone. I'm exhausted, moving very slowly, and am in a lot of pain from pushing my physical limits… I really don't know which end is up at the moment.
I need a nap badly, but I'm waiting for someone from maintenance to come about the ****ing locks. I was going to stop off at the supermarket on my way home to pick a few things up, but skipped that trip so I could be here for 10:30 when they were supposed to come (it's after noon now).

Kay,

Thanks for your cat updates. Buddy and Dottie working together --- that's annoying as anything. But it is funny to read.

I wish they would solve the door issue for you.

Trapped by a moving truck blocking your exit --- so sorry that you had to go through that.

I hope that maintenance comes to do the locks.


M

For long stretches, Dottie sits in the middle of the kitchen floor staring at the cabinets and cries. My neighbors probably think we're torturing her. Whenever I walk into the kitchen, she runs over there to appeal to me to move the litter bucket blocking her way. She's being a pain in the ***, but I still feel really bad.

At about 1 yesterday, I was still waiting for the maintenance man and asked my pleasantly confused neighbor to borrow her key so I could try it in the lock, but there was nolock in the door…
I waited another hour, but could wait no more, and I had to lay down. My husband came home about 20 minutes later and I left the matter in his hands. I woke up to find maintenance had never paid us the promised visit. I was mad as hell about that, but when I went to check the door, my key finally worked in the new lock they installed. Somehow, somebody finally realized they had their heads up their ***es.
I checked up on the washer and found out it was fixed. A woman in the laundry room told me she had called about it and the issues with the lock repeatedly. So, why were we told nobody else had complained, and it had to be an issue with our keys?

I'm glad it's fixed. But I'm going to visit the office Monday to talk to the office manager about the miscommunication problems. Clearly, the issue could have been addressed properly sooner.

Last night, my husband was in bed shortly after 8, but I couldn't fall asleep, and was up past 1am. That's rare for me. I still woke up at 6am this morning. I usually get 7 hours a night, so I lost a few.

That, combined with the irritability and chattiness, means I may be headed towards hypomania. I've only been on 300mg of lithium since Monday, but it doesn't take much, or very long, for me to turn. I will be watching this carefully… please cross your fingers for me that this is nothing to worry about.

I can't remember, is the lithium new to you or you lowered the dose?
bizi

I hadn't taken Lithium since June 2015 until on Monday when low dose was added to all the other **** I take to help with my depression.

I was up until almost 2am again. Friday night and last night I took 1mg of klonopin to help knock myself out. Despite the long naps, I'm usually in bed around 10pm. I'm going to try not to take a nap today to see if I can get to bed earlier, but it will be very hard.

The football game is on at 1pm today, so my husband will get to watch the whole game. When they start at 8:30pm, he usually has to go to bed at halftime, or earlier, because he has to be up so early in the morning. I won't have to be as quiet the second half since he will be awake ;)

sorry kay, I did not think that lithium helped with depression at all?
bizi

Lithium is sometimes used in conjunction with other meds to treat depression. I guess seroquel is sometimes used in the same way, too. I don't know if they are used alone for it though.


My husband has gotten upset with me in the past for letting him sleep too late, so I started trying to wake him up at 9:30am, but he didn't get up until sometime after 11. He was hung over from Friday night (when he was obnoxious).

On my way out to Rite Aide to buy hair color and magnesium citrate, I asked him if he needed anything, and he asked me to buy beer (the liquor store is next door). He wouldn't go with me, and I reluctantly broke my self-imposed rule of not buying alcohol.

The football game started at 1pm, and despite my pleas not to, he started drinking at kickoff. I kept asking him to slow down, but he wouldn't. He was obnoxious by halftime, and passed out by 5pm. I was bull****.

I didn't enjoy the game because he was too drunk to know what was going on, but he was yelling and swearing at the TV anyway. He didn't know who had the ball half the time.

If I didn't buy him the beer, he wouldn't have started drinking as early, but it would have started a huge fight. He would have paused the game at some point, and gone out to the liquor store himself anyway. I should have postponed my trip to the drugstore, but I wanted to be home before the game started.

I knew he wouldn't wake up, so making dinner was a waste of my time. I ordered a pizza and tried to wake him up a few times to get him to eat something to no avail.


I woke up to his alarm at 3:30 this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. He was in the bathroom when I went into the living room to take a klonopin and an antacid to help me get back to sleep. I forgot to put on a shirt and the binds were open a little lol. He came out of the bathroom, and asked me what I was doing, and seemed ******… ? Oh well.

I was able to get 3 more hours sleep. 10:30pm-6:30am… not bad at all.

I'm sure when he comes home he's going to be convinced I was being a ***** last night. He has a hard time accepting it's a reaction to his behavior. I don't drink anymore, which makes his behavior during these episodes far less attractive, and I have less patience to deal with it.

I can't imagine how lonely this makes you feel.:(
I don't know....
(((((HUGS)))))
bizi

Kay

Sorry to hear that you missed enjoying the game.

His reaction to the window event is probably common even it is unsettling.
'Wish he would lighten up so that you can do what you want/need to do.

Mari

I colored my hair. This was my first time trying to hide grays (really whites). I bought "natural light brown" but it ended up coming out brassy anyway… I absolutely hate it. I see my hairdresser of thirty years at noon today and will ask her when it's safe to recolor, and if she has any tips. Hopefully I didn't screw it up so badly that she has to fix it. I can't afford a professional job right now.


When my husband came home from work yesterday he apologized for Sunday and said he would never do that again. He said he slept from 5pm Sunday night straight through to 3:30am Monday morning when his alarm went off, and he woke up still feeling drunk, and considered calling in sick to work.

At 1am this morning, he yelled at me to wake up… he couldn't sleep and felt the need to share that with me. He was too hot and in a panic about it. He was frustrated because I was out of it and slurring my words, and didn't find any of my suggestions like turning up the fan in the bedroom, or trying to sleep on the couch in the AC helpful.

He got out of bed, had a massive temper tantrum, and said he wanted to punch the wall. I said "don't you dare." He warned me not to test him, and threw the laundry hamper against the wall forcefully a few times instead.

He went to sit on the couch in the living room and I went followed. I looked up the outside temperature on the weather app on my phone, which said it was 66, and asked if the window was open. He never even checked… it wasn't, so he opened it. A little while later we returned to bed. I don't know if he got any sleep or not because I was out like a light.

I've told him in the past that if he can't fall asleep by 11, he can take a Benadryl or a Simply Sleep if he hasn't been drinking. He didn't drink last night…

I know damned well he was going through withdrawals. He was probably going through withdrawals vs. feeling hung over during the day as well, but mentioning any of that last night wouldn't have been constructive, and would have made me a target of his anger. We've talked about this before, and you better believe we'll be talking about it again when he gets home today. Drinking that heavily for stretches and stopping cold turkey is dangerous…


The last three days have been miserable for me. I'm hoping that he can recognize that at least the last two are a red flags that he needs to get a handle on his drinking.

I am so sorry kay!
((((((HUGS))))))
He sounds scary to me. Awful to live like this.
bizi

I didn't get an apology.

When I got up from my nap at 4pm, my husband was home and already drinking a beer. I asked him if he had gotten any sleep, and he said maybe an hour. I talked to him about the alcohol withdrawals, and he just listened.

He didn't mention anything about the incident the night before, and I wasn't just going to let it go, so I asked him if he thought it was fair of him to wake me up so I could just watch him freak out. He said no, but he "just needed to vent" and I was the only one there. And then he justified it by saying he listens to me vent every time I "have a bad experience at the grocery store."

He said he hates his job and is always worried about money. He made it seem like I was detached or disinterested. I always ask about his day, and listen to him when he needs or wants to talk. He always plays the martyr.

His comparison between his stressors and my "bad experience(s) at the grocery store" are telling. Apparently he thinks my life is easy.

He only had a couple of beers last night. I ended up giving him 25mg of Benadryl before he went to bed. He was in a bad mood this morning, but he said he slept well when I asked.

He needs to see a pdoc and an mdoc for his issues, but he refuses, and there's nothing I can do but worry and deal with his bull****.


I was hoping to put off grocery shopping until tomorrow, but we're out of TP. I think it would be silly to go buy some today, and do the rest of the shopping tomorrow, so I'll suck it up. I guess if I have a bad experience, I'll just keep it to myself.

I'm going back on the South Beach Diet.

heavy sigh
(((((HUGS)))))
bizi

I hope he changes so that your life improves.
 

Kay,

Having to see the martyr role play out would be annoying.

Sometimes people change -- could be little bits here or there or in three or
four big moves. We can hope for change.


M

When my husband got home from work yesterday, the door barely closed behind him before he went into a tirade about his job. He's at his breaking point. They have him consistently driving 3+ hours a day and he's had it. The other guys are working closer to home. He hasn't spoken up, so his boss figures he doesn't mind, but in the meantime he's let it fester. He's also more than frustrated by disorganization in the company. He's intensely unhappy.

He said he's going to talk to his boss, but I don't know if he can keep his cool. If I were to tell him to try to stay calm, I know he would tell me not to treat him like a child. I'm afraid he's going to quit, and we definitely can't afford that.

He talked about finding another job, but doesn't want to work in the same field. I don't know if he could find something unrelated for the same pay. I will look online today to see if I can find something that might appeal to him. He has a friend who owns his own company, who he used to work for, and would probably take him on at his current pay, but I don't know if my husband is interested in doing that kind of work anymore.

He said he didn't sleep again last night. His anxiety is keeping him awake. He only had a couple of beers last night. I think he should try taking the 25mg of Benadryl before bed as long as he hasn't been drinking heavily until his anxiety quiets down. I know this is not ideal, but lack of sleep is making everything worse.

This morning he was in a terrible mood. He said he needs a vacation… or something. I told him to call out sick tomorrow. He said, "It's just one more ****ing day."

His temper is alarming, but I feel so badly that he is suffering. I wish I could help more, but I don't know what to do, and even if I did, I don't think he would let me.




I ****ed up my right hip (the good side) yesterday bringing in groceries. I'm not supposed to take NSAIDS because I'm on lithium, but the Tylenol did nothing, so I ended up talking Aleve, which didn't help either. I had my leg elevated and out to the side. My husband never asked about it. He would have considered it nothing compared to what he was going through, so I never mentioned it.

It feels worse this morning. There are things I probably could/should be doing around the apartment today, but I'm going to rest. I'll probably break out the heating pad to see if that helps at all.


Today is day 1 back on the South Beach Diet. My weight this morning is 166lb. I'm going to fry up a batch of turkey bacon and make a salad so those things will be ready for breakfasts and lunches for a couple of days.

Thank you for sharing kay.
It helps to see what is going on with your hubby's job and why he has been lashing out to you.
I hate that he does this.
Maybe you could find him a better job.
It is hard to know salaries because monies are not usually discussed until the interview process. then you have to take in benefits co pays meds coverage etc. I just started looking at our plans.

I am sorry about your hip.
Glad that you are going to take it easy today...yes use the heating pad!
(((((HUGS)))))

bizi

Kay,

Sorry to hear about your hip.

Does your hair color not bother you as much a few days later?

Did you say that your husband drives (commutes) than many hours to work??


That is a lot of driving.


M

My husband came home in a better mood, and was much calmer yesterday (thank God). He said he appealed to his boss about all the driving, and asked if there was anything he could do. He didn't really push the issue with him, and didn't really get a response. I hope he starts to see enough change to make his job more tolerable.

He has been driving 3 or more hours a day, whether it's to one or more jobs, and it seems like he's been the only one stuck doing it day in and day out. His boss sends him to ridiculously far away places, even though sometimes there are guys who live much closer, and/or his boss does not plan well and sends him to jobs that are very far apart from one another, even though another guy may be available close to the second job. Apparently his boss is inept, and unable to handle the stress of his position well.

I told him I had been looking for jobs yesterday, and he asked me not to. I said I was just trying to help, and if he could think of a way I could, to let me know.


The Pats played last night, and my husband was able to stay up until halftime. He only had a few beers, so he took Benadryl again. I was up until after 11 watching the game, and it seemed like he was fast asleep by the time I got to bed, but I didn't get the opportunity to ask him how he slept this morning because I didn't wake up until 7am!
I enjoyed watching the game. Our third string quarterback led the team to a 27-0 shut out win over the Texans… amazing. I'm so happy the two back up quarterbacks won in their first NFL starts. It must be like dreams come true for them. Plus, I don't mind my team winning :)


I have chronic hip and knee pain from my gait disorder, and have a cyst in the right hip where I've been having the trouble. I get flare ups, and have been to PT for related issues a couple of times in the past.
It feels much better this morning. I think the rest and the heating pad helped.

The plan is for more rest today.

My hair color is less brassy now, so it looks better. I'd rather not have to wait until it looks acceptable, so I'll probably try a different brand the next time around.

I've been doing the South Beach Diet since Thursday. When I weighed myself that morning I was 166.6lb, but when I weighed myself yesterday i was down over 5lb. Since I haven't gone to the BR since Monday, that scale is obviously broken.

I bought a new scale and weighed in at 162.2 at 3pm yesterday. I was 159.8 this morning at 10. It's the first time in a long time I've been under 160 :)

The diet is harder than I remember this time around. I do remember it gets easier after the first couple of days tho.

I reaggravated my hip and am sore in general from walking through Lowes like a jack*** yesterday. I'll never learn...

don't be so hard on yourself.
(((((HUGS))))
bizi
congratulations on the weight loss!
yippie!

I'm still licking my wounds from overexerting myself. I have to go out briefly today to pick up a script and a few things at the supermarket, but it won't be too much of a challenge.

I cheated a little yesterday, so I'm afraid to weigh myself today. I'll skip it and take my weight tomorrow :o

Kay

You shouldn't weigh yourself everyday. It then becomes an obsession to weigh. I have had to limit myself to 2 times a week. Unless something tells me I need to weigh myself.

Donna :hug::grouphug:

most days I weigh myself unless I have overendulged the night before...then figure I will have bloating weight that will just depress me even more.
So I will wait a couple days to weigh in. I am going to buy us a new scale...We are trying to get a more exact scale to weigh the overweight cat. Ours is not exact...fine for adults not fine for a cat.
how is your hip?
bizi

I was always a big believer in not weighing myself everyday because of exactly what you said Donna, but I read an article in a magazine at one of my doctors' offices that said weighing yourself everyday helps hold you more accountable. I guess that made sense to me…

But even though I was good yesterday, I'm not weighing myself today.

I'm totally FOS, so last night I mixed about 7oz of Mirilax in 28oz of (diet unfriendly) Gatorade to get things going again. That's 1/2 of the usual colonoscopy prep. Things aren't exactly working out the way I'd hoped though.

I was very sore all weekend from all my running around I had been doing. That trip to Lowes on Friday pretty much did me in. Aside from the short trip out Sunday, I rested and I feel much better in general.

I put 2 loads of wash in this morning… it was so nice to have the second washer back… too bad one of the dryers isn't working now!!! I'm sure it will be another 2 weeks before they get that fixed :mad:


My poor husband left at 5am this morning for a job on Nantucket. It's a two hour drive, and the ferries aren't running as often because it's the off-season, so he'll be stuck there until 3 no matter how long the job takes. It's an hour and a half ferry ride after that, so he expects he'll be home around 7pm.

He called me this morning while he was on the ferry, and was talking about calling out tomorrow. I think he should do it since he's not going to be home until 7 and he's normally in bed between 8:30-9. I know he didn't sleep well last night.

He works so hard. And it does not seem that he feels appreciated by the company or his boss.


M