Hubby's in a perky mood tonight. The tests from last night showed nothing, so since they don't know what spiked the fever, he's on antibiotics for a bit. Probably not the last time. I think we were afraid that yesterday was going to be the new normal. Instead he's feeling better, wearing his mask out in public, and bringing his militant crip attitude to the cause of people being cluelessly sick in public. He was born to be a curmudgeon. He'll be a lot of fun when his hair goes and he finds the appropriate hat--not a horned helment, but an Indiana Jones style fedora.
BTW, if anyone wants to see a picture of Hubby in one of his moods, here's a link to his Facebook page (I asked permission)
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That's a heck of a mood, Connie. May the cancer cells be terrified of it and so Run! Run away! Fast!
I'm at my end today. Pete is gone. I was up late texting with my friend's partner (who had to leave early this morning) as she had a late-term miscarriage and am texting with her all day now. She's feeling very private about it and doesn't want anyone else to know so she's far away and all alone. It's too much.
I just got chewed out for an error on a document yesterday that - while ultimately my responsibility I suppose though you DID go ahead and sign the thing - fully FIVE people missed and I do not care. I just do not care.
Dang, Trudy, that does sound like a super-stressy sort of day. I hope you can take a 5 minute walk, or eat a bag of peanut M&Ms or do whatever it is that will help you feel just a little bit less end-of-your-tether-y.
Connie, you and your Viking are constantly in my thoughts.
Trudy, sorry about your awful day.
TCG appears to be getting sick. I cannot afford to catch this, it will mess with my carefully scheduled month of doctor's appointments.
Guess what showed up in our mailbox today? A letter from a local funeral home gently inquiring if we've made any final plans. Also, a brochure for live-in care. Gee, I wonder how they got our address? Also in the mailbox, a request from the cancer center wanting to know *every* surgery, medical procedure, drug, IV, incident, doctor, etc. that Hubby's ever had. By Friday. Not buggering likely! Oh, and they'd like this info for parents, siblings, children, and grand-children. No! Especially when it's obvious that someone in one of these organizations is selling patient names.
Hubby is planning on having a good rant tomorrow.
WTF Connie? I'd be livid.
I am speechless, Connie. I can't even.
