Don’t be worried, I am not in danger. But I am broken. See today Ron decided this morning to run the new heavily shielded burial read cable with water sealed ends we bought for the internet connection we have. The cable we bought did cost more than regular coaxial cable at stores like Home Depot. Ron wanted a specific length, 70 feet. I wanted a cable highly rated and well shielded. So we ordered it. To run the cable from where it came to the house to where we need it in my new Playtime Pink Palace, Ron had to remove a large section of the skirting on the south side of the house that was already in direct Florida sunlight and part of the west / back end of the home that was still shaded. We wanted to replace the old double cable run by Comcast back in 2007 when we had phone / internet / and cable TV, it was bulky, unwieldy, and simply not where we needed it.
The new cable we bought was very stiff and coiled when Ron went to uncoil it, the job of running it was hard as he had to uncoil and fight the very stiffness that made the cable so much what we wanted. But three times I went outside to help with the uneven ground and my inability of lifting my feet up much to walk caused me to stumble and fight to walk. Inside I had to do a lot of not only bending over but getting down on the floor to help him feed the cable end up into my new Playtime Pink Palace.
But it got worse. Right after the hurricane Ian, which tore the roof off half my office and one wall out, all my stuff had to be taken out of the room and savaged as best as possible. My office was a big room and a lot of stuff was stored there on shelves and closet. The saved stuff has to be stored somewhere. A lot of that was stashed in my bedroom closet, but that was over full of everything. For a while I have been wanting to fix that.
Oh shit, the bending, the carrying, the getting up and down from a step stool to move stuff from my bedroom closet to the new room, both closet and the shelves. Putting stuff where it should go, rethinking or moving things around to make it fit right simply destroyed me. Ron came in and seen me and asked me to stop for the day, but I really wanted to get this done. But it has really stressed and messed up my muscles in my legs and back. So now I am in severe pain.
The good news is I got most of it done. I even found things we had missed and I had worried were swept away. Ron is making a burger and salad for me and burgers, hot dogs, and chili for himself. He eats so much more than I can these days. He wanted to give me two burgers plus the salad, but I asked him instead for one burger and the salad. Not to be too personal and graphic (which sounds strange when I have shared my sexual abuse with everyone in all the details, the rapes as an adult in the military, and my own personal life) but with the pain medications I take that cause harder stools that are hard to pass even when balanced out with the diabetic medications which tend to cause loose stools. To put nicely, my poop is hard and hard to pass. So to make my life easier and because I actually like them, I eat a lot of salad. So when Ron offered me two burgers, I instead asked if I could have one burger and a “small” salad. For us or for me a large salad if made to fill a large pasta bowl which is twice if not three times the size of a regular bowl. I often have these instead of other things for supper. But a small salad is made in a regular soup bowl. Ron always tells me if I finish and want more, he will make it. He understands how important salad is for me.
Ron just came in and advised me to take my blood sugar. It was 89 when I took it this morning when I woke up. It is 82 now. I did not take insulin this morning and I won’t be taking it tonight until I go to bed. At night I take a long acting insulin to cover me for the entire night. I may have to ask the doctor to lower my dosage.
So I had a great burger with my fixings, and a wonderful salad with my mix of dressings. I will make the coffee and then go take my shower I put off all day. Then got to bed. I hope and plan to get up early in the morning and get to all thirty of the new open tabs I had from new stuff this morning. Oh, and Ron asked me to please make the coffee for the morning before I go to the bedroom because he likes it better when I make it for some reason, not sure why, we make it the same I think. Loves and hugs. Scottie
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Rest well. You probably put some of your own energy into the coffee that Ron doesn’t have because you’re you and he’s he, and it makes it better, to him. Yeah, that’s the ticket!
It is good to get things done. I’m sorry about the pain, it sounds awful, but you sound so relieved about getting the work done, that will have to make your rest better.
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Hello Ali. I am loving the new office, the Playtime Pink Palace. There are still some small touches like adding a few more shelves and getting my white board up. But I put a stop to working on it for a week or so. Ron badly hurt his knee and for a couple of days could hardly walk, needed to use a cane. Now he can do some stuff walking and standing, but his knee gives out quickly, and I feel it is better he rests. I try to do the dishes and laundry, the household chores but he fights just sitting in his chair watching TV, he gets fussy. I will look out and he is sweeping the floor or doing the dishes. Yesterday doing the laundry I had to try to catch the dryer when it stopped as I would go to the bedroom where the dryer is to find Ron folding and hanging stuff. Oh well, he has a need to move around, I understand that. But the office is great, and having the computer internet equipment right in my area, easy to work again is great. And the new cables more than doubled our speeds. Hugs. Scottie
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