Not that Wednesday hasn’t been wonderful…I must add that it had it’s Wild Moments.
Mr came downstairs for breakfast without any prompting. He sat out back as I finished cooking and enjoyed the breeze.
Another moment in time at Social Security…surprisingly there was one other person in the lobby when I entered, unlike yesterday when it was standing room only. I was able to drop off my husband’s appeal and exit the building in under 5 minutes!
I received a call back from Medicaid Services and an appointment was established for next week.
Scheduled an appointment with his primary for the end of the week…something was troubling me as I checked the calendar though. No upcoming appointment with the uncologist so I called. Long story short he was scheduled for today @ 1:45 for hydration, the very thing that I had been fussing about with him on Monday, Geesh…
We still had time to make the appointment and apologies were given for them not confirming with me…but things happen. I understand that as well as anyone. They were even able to go ahead and do his labs. He weighed in at 105. Three pounds lost…regardless I am thankful that he is not below 100lbs with all that he has going on.
ALL IS WELL
I received a NO from another agency but I was expecting it. It only means that God has made provision elsewhere.
My husband’s friend from up north called to check on him. They’ve known each other since grade school and I try to keep him updated on Torrey’s progress because he always checks in on him…always and he is the only one of his “friends” that does.
On yesterday I spoke with my Bonus Sweetie…it’s always good to hear from her and catch her up with her Pops progress as well as his antics…
Some days are better than others and today ended up being one of those days that I felt like throwing in the towel…instead I picked the towel up, used it to wipe the sweat from my neck and carried on. I’m not sure…I guess it’s his illness but it’s as though I am not dealing with an adult. The problem with that is that I don’t do well with children who carry on like spoiled brats. I can’t seem to do enough for him…Mr had a temper tantrum in Publix today!
So on today I have made up in my mind that I’ll no longer attempt to cater to his every need…it’s too draining and it’s too painful. I am tired of the constant stress from his constant demands and constant complaints. I’ve got my hands full. My priorities are those that will ensure that we have a roof over our heads; praying daily that all our needs are met…that his recovery and healing is a progressive thing. I’m beginning to feel as though he cares about none of it and it’s so disappointing…my heart breaks for him even when he is driving me crazy.
And so, we arrived home just before the rain…I needed a minute and headed out to the garden…where I always find my peace. I planted Zinnia and Coleus. They will bring lots of color to Vetta’s Garden. I also got a message from my husband’s cousin; she has a plant that’s in distress that she wants to give to me. I love a good challenge. I’ll pick her up tomorrow and find a place for her in the garden.
The rain is always welcome and I am always thankful…now it’s dinner time and the very thing that Mr had to have from Publix, he does not want…just as I had known. I prepare him something else and head to the spare bedroom to take a nap. It’s the routine of life and we must carry on.
Remember that and don’t forget to drink your water 💦
Blessings Abounding, Vetta