The snow is finally melting after two decent sized storms graced Frog Pond Holler this winter. I didn't mind it too much, the power never went out and Jolene's 4X4 got me everywhere I needed to go. I am becoming such a friggin mountain woman, popping it into four wheel drive and taking off through the mud, snow and muck without giving it a second thought.
Ma, for the most part, is doing pretty good. Her physical health is improving and she's started fixing her own breakfast, instead of depending on one of us to get it for her. I rigged up an old purse of mine on the side of her walker so that she can carry stuff around with her, making it easier for her to haul bottled water or packs of crackers around. She's stopped obsessing about her bed.. for now. She has mentioned that she would have been happier with a full sized bed instead of the twin she got, but I think we convinced her she wouldn't have room with her walker and stuff.
Don't get me wrong. She still gets on my last nerve, but it's better. At least she isn't making comments about wishing she'd suffocated me as an infant like she did when she was in the nut hut.
You can't take enough medication to undo what that chit does to your head. Seriously.
The Amazon is still working at the Pump N' Go and I'm still at The Asylum. We're both diligently searching for new jobs, although I'm still a little shell shocked after my last job interview. I'm almost afraid someone will actually call me.
I've been battling
He gave me antibiotics at least. I think I may live.
Oh yeah.. and my blood pressure was 160/98. No lie. That's with THREE blood pressure pills A DAY. I'm hoping it was just because I was out of batshitcrazy pills and hadn't slept for two days. No worries now though, I'm fully medicated and back to normal.
I think. I should probably get it checked.
I knew something was up when I woke up Thursday morning and felt like I was vibrating.
I'd better get back to work Bossholio is.. well.. he's Bossholio. Who knows what kind of mood he's in, he's always such a miserable bastard.
Ya'll have a good week! We'll talk again soon.