Catch Up Time

Been a few days since I posted anything of substance. I don’t mind though. Down days … let me rephrase that… ‘quiet days’ are nice. Yesterday, with the litterbox shenanigans, I wasn’t a very happy camper by day’s end, but I got through it. I wasn’t a pretty sight – probably had that mean, “I could rip your face off, if you just give me the chance to do it” look. *giggling*

So, the trip I was supposed to go on. Yeah.

Hubby and I were to take our first trip in a rather long time – since well before his accident. I don’t enjoy trips as much as I used to – the anxiety and panic gets in the way . . . very much in the way. The stress and strain of trying to plan for this trip, my utter dislike for travel – my concern over whether hubby could actually get into the new jeep… oh man… not good. (Sorry, I know I’m talking in fragments today… ) But yesterday… or not… on Wednesday, he finally understood that he could not easily get into the vehicle. So… we’re delayed for another week. I’m not complaining about that.

The bone doc visit – this was good. Hubby has received the okay to use crutches. 50% weight bearing on his injured leg. His right crutch is a gutter crutch allowing him to put pressure on his arm; regular crutches were out of the question because of the radial nerve palsy and hubby’s inability to lock his wrist and his elbow.

Hubby has been to physio twice now with his crutches. Yesterday was the first day he actually used them to get to and from the house and into physio. Today… he’s wiped out! Ha! Knew that was going to happen. He’s been trying to convince me that maybe he should try walking without crutches…. umm… I don’t think so!

That’s it. I’m a little weary. Seems my sleep is a little wiggy again… I’ll get it sorted out. I’m getting to bed on time, I’m just having a hard time staying asleep.

Ohhhhhh…. one more thing….. tomorrow is 4 weeks smoke free! Woooohoooo!

Bye for now.

The Catbox Died

The automatic catbox died today!

The what?

The automatic kitty litter scooping box died. You know… the thing the cats use to do their “thing.”

We own three cats… or should I say… three cats own us. Having three cats means there’s a lotta “things” to take care of and so, an automatic scooping box is the best. A must have.

And then it died. Found out last night. Looked at it and said… “OH Sh#%!!^!”

Went out today looking for another. Not a single one in town – not the one that we like. I went to two stores before my frustration level, when coupled with my anxiety level, said “NO MORE!” Sheathing my claws, I phoned hubby and told him I could not find one, but had found a cat box that wasn’t totally automated and maybe I should get that one.

Hummmm… Hawwwww…. no definitive answer. Never mind that I’m the one who looks after the cat box.

I came back home for a while, and then we started the whole process over again. Where could we get one.

Nope. No stores had the brand we want. Even the manufacturers website says they are out of stock.

Sooo… what now? I’m growling like a lion by this time… don’t want to go out again if I don’t have to. Oh… damn, I gotta take my younger brother grocery shopping.

Sitting in the store parking lot, I’ve blessedly stopped thinking about the catbox until … “If I was a rich girl.. na na naa na na na na…. ” – my cell phone goes off. “If I was a rich girl, alright!” I think to myself.

“Hey,” a familiar voice on the other end of the phone, “Canadian Tire has an automatic cat box.”

“Fine. I’ll go look.” *grumble, mumble*

Arriving at Canadian Tire… aka Crappy Tire, I take a look. Damn that thing look small. Looking… Looking… looking. Ohhhhhh…. “For cats 12 pounds or less.” Well, screw! That won’t work for me… two of my cats are 15.5 and 18 pounds. Poooey! Literally.

Back down to pick my brother up from Superstore… aka Stupid Store… and then back to the big pet store to get the first ’semi-automatic’ catbox I found.

Makes more sense anyways – first two fully automated boxes have died because they are “fully automated.”

And now… I’m grouchy, and grumpy, and grumbly… and now…

I gotta go pick hubby up from physio.

Blah!

Bye for now.

Trip postponed

The trip has been postponed a week.

Hubby has determined that he does not yet have the strength to get into the jeep.

*whew*

I may be somewhat relieved to not being going on the trip due to anxiety reasons, but I am more so relieved that he has seen that he is not quite ready to go on a 7 hour road trip.

By this time next week, I will have had enough time to prepare properly for the trip. That should put a whole different spin on it.

Bye for now.

Taking a Little Trip

I’m gonna be away for a few days.

We leave tomorrow for a visit to the in-laws. Our first trip since hubby was injured – possible due to him being permitted to now use crutches ( I will update about this when I come back.)

I won’t talk about the stress, strain and panic I’m feeling trying to organize for this trip. It’s awful on a scale I don’t wanna think about.

The time available to plan is too short; I’m having to do most of the prep (heh… all of the prep) myself… and I’m just not really into it. Perhaps tomorrow once we finally hit the road, I’ll feel better.

Bye for now.