Good afternoon. Today I have Hubs dog for the day he didn’t
go to work with Daddy today, Hub got picked up by taxi no trains today and Hub
has the worst migraine and he has five people to interview today so it would mean
that poor Little Fella would be laying down all day that he is quite used to
because Hub works in an office but Hub has made his desk so there is lots of
room if LF needs a stretch and he has a couple of quiet toys in his bed and
sometimes a lovely member of staff takes LF out for a free run, but during
interviews it would be unfair to the people getting interviewed.
So, I can hardly hear you for eight paws clip clip clipping
along the wood floor and squeaky toys. Of course, as ever, they only want the
toy that each other has. Why they both need the same toy, is beyond me. They
have had a run around the yard and I will groom them later. My Son has a
delivery coming. Another pair of swimming trunks for his holiday. Seriously,
three pairs? Why? He says he is there fifteen days. And? They will dry whilst
they are on him. And, they are £25 a pair. How can they charge so much for
trunks?
I have booked the taxi too for our break of two nights. We
are going away with our friends just to Northumberland. I can’t wait. We need
to chill. And to have food cooked for us, oh it’s a treat. We will take a train
but the taxi company is one I booked last time as it’s twenty minutes from the
station to the place we are staying. The station we are going to is awful. The
staff there well, one of them she is dreadful. Let’s say, moronic or, Very
unhelpful. She certainly didn’t hew to situation and had or has no intention of
doing so. Never will a person like her try to change for anyone. But we the
four of us have got on trains before many times without help, just this train
is always full and it’s a long journey so need to make sure we are in the right
seats.
I love our blind adventures. The four of us are just so
funny. We of course will have our guide dogs. But oddly enough, they can’t read
seat numbers, despite what some members of the public think. Smile.
Gosh, what a night I had. Hub was really ill. A migraine
mixed with his Trigeminal Neuralgia, wasn’t pretty. It was as if he was
drugged. He watched TV with me, but only to keep me company as he really wasn’t
in this world. He said the voices on the TV were echoing. He went to bed
earlier. I told him to go much earlier, but he wouldn’t.
TN is a dreadful condition. I think it is a total disgrace
the so-called specialists treat people with it as if they are mad. Like it’s
psychosomatic. I do believe that stress causes it to flair up, but the wording
that is used at hospitals is shocking. Very condescending. When I first met Hub,
he was so much worse, he is never ever out of pain, but when we first met he
told me he had been in hospitals many times with it, mind you, I’m not
surprised the people he lived with then, he had no life. The bad old days.
My Son was at Shamrocks until half two this morning. So, I
can’t sleep until he is home. This is why when he is away for over two weeks, I
am going to be ill. When he gets home, all my loved ones are safe I breathe a
sigh of relief. My whole body and that’s a lot of body, sinks into the mattress.
Like a humungous “Few””
But last night was prolonged. As I lay awake worrying about
my lovely lady in America, who had open heart surgery a week and a half ago,
she was on breathing machines after it and developed pneumonia and last night
had to have a blood clot dealt with, so, another operation. She is very strong
in life, but this is tough for someone young, but she is in her eighties. I felt
for her daughters too. I know what it’s like to have a Mum in hospital ill. I really
believe if my poor Mum had stayed out of hospital, she would have lived longer.
Mind you, she was treat really badly in there and, my Dad came so close to predicting
her parting of this world a couple of weeks before he died. He said to her so seriously
that she would be six months behind him, and she died five and a half months
after he did.
I have done something on FaceBook that I never do, one of
those silly games you write something as your status and everyone who comments
or reacts, you pass on the info. They are only allowed to write what is on the
list as their status. Really, some of the options, heck. I won’t yet go into
them as will spoil it for those who takes these games seriously but all night
my iPhone was pinging and dinging. Haha.
I thought three or four friends would comment or react. Em.
Nope. So far, nineteen.
So, I have to message all of them and copy and paste the
answers they can choose from.
Dinner tonight is easy. BW eating from a box as we call it. He
buys this fit food, Hub is having semi fit food, and me? Fat food. There’s
really no hope for me.
I made a lovely turkey dinner last night so I will do some
pasta and veg for Hub and he can have it with left over turkey. BW has his
bought ready-made food. It’s freshly made, but it’s like aeroplane food, hardly
any in it. He has lost so much weight. He is weight lifting and now can lift
almost nineteen stone squatting where he goes down on the floor and lifts
whilst standing up then back down again. 19 stone is about 12.66 kg. 266 lbs.
It can’t be good for you that, can it? I don’t like it at
all. I can’t smile and be happy for him though I do try my best as I know it’s
something he is very proud of.
I wish I could ask a medic what will that do for his body in
time. I’m very proud he has not been tempted to take steroids. Gosh I can not
believe just how many people do that. My Son and the lad he used to go with to
the gym are the only two that lift weight who don’t do them. It’s disgusting. There
is a bin in the changing rooms to put your needles in. Shocking, why is there
not a law on it? So, my Son has his amazing body because of hard old-fashioned
work, oddly enough, nothing to do with me. Haha. Though he has got my chunky
long legs as his father had short legs considering his height and very skinny.
My Hub has been really cutting down on food for two weeks
now and has lost 8 lbs. But he has almost been starving. Only one meal a day. Like
our dogs, once every 24 hours. His willpower is amazing. So, will the last fat
person in the house stand up please?
Yep, my name is Fiona and I am a biggin. Having said that,
my boy told me this morning I looked beautiful. Bless. It wasn’t dark either. Haha.
OK, I’m rambling so I shall go before you all fall a sleep. Yesterday broken records
again over 760 views in one day. You all are the best. X
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