Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sunday Afternnon, November 7, 2010

we slept in - we're trying to get over whatever it is that has decided to live in our intestinal system. I'm feeling a bit better, but not super. I put on a load of laundry and then asked DH if I could get him something to eat (not much, mind you) before I headed to "my" room to read email and possibly do something that I wanted to do. "Nom, I'm fine for now, thanks." So, I go to my room and open email which leads to reading FB postings. As son as I start that, here comes DH wanting something to eat. I try HARD not to say something. I send DH to kitchen to look in pantry to see what we have in various small packages (soups, potatoes, rice, etc.) bc he can't have much. He brings me all the small packages - one being for potato soup.

Pkg indicates heat 8 cups of water to boiling, add soup mix, turn down heat, simmer for 15 minutes. Simple. DH says he can wait 'til I finish...I try to read emails/FB postings but I hear sounds/noises/cursing coming from the kitchen. Shortly DH appears at the door..."You're going to scream and yell at me." "Why, what happened." "Well, it all boiled over on the stove and I can't clean it up until the stove cools down." "I thought you were going to wait until I finished here."

I went to the kitchen to find the biggest mess I've seen in a LONG time. Burned, scorched potato soup all over the stove top, back of stove, front of stove, the pan, everywhere. This is my brand new $1200 cook stove with smooth top now with what I know are scorch marks that will NEVER come off the stove. I went totally ballistic. There was no need for this, and I do not intend to live with this piece of SSSSSSSSSSS in my kitchen. I know that I am going to have to spend the next hour or so trying to get this stove cleaned up enough that we can live with it until the 15th of the month at which time DH will be purchasing a new stove for the kitchen. He's in there "dabbing" at what can't possibly be cleaned up without dynamiting the mess. I am livid, I can no longer live like this, I don't want to live like this. It has been almost 2 years since DH decided to do himself in and since I've had to live with the consequences of his actions.

I've worked hard all my life, I don't deserve this, and I don't want to continue this. I don't want a child in an old man's body. I hate coming home to my house any more.

Too much honesty? Well, I guess what I've learned through counseling is that there is NOT too much honesty. I'm tired of living a life of covering up the truth.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

It's really 1 a.m. on November 7, but it's still Saturday to me! Things have been a little rough around here for a few days...DH has intestinal nastiness that is not getting better even with prescrip. Doc says no need to go to hospital bc they will only give him IV fluid and then send him home. So, he's on Gatorade, bananas, rice, broth, fresh or toasted bread (bagel), no coffee/tea/soda. I had a touch of it myself on Thursday and Friday and thought I was ok but got to share in the experience again today. So, we've been house bound. Med says "may cause drowsiness" -- what an understatement!

I took last weekend off from major sewing projects - took time to finish some things and to do a little clean up and rearranging of the "sewing/computer/doll/everything/junk" room. Got another table set up adjacent to sewing table so quilts will have a place to ride along while I'm sewing rather than falling into the floor pulling on the needle. On one end of that table I've set up my Singer 301 so that I can work on a separate project from what is on the major sewing table. DH and I put up another shelf in the room so I could get stuff out of the floor (machine cams, monogrammer, attachments).

Got a box for collecting strings and scraps - during my self-imposed respite from major projects I've done some fun string/scrap blocks (8.5" squares) that will eventually go into a quilt for DH and me. I love these bc I'm using strings/scraps from quilts I'm making for children/grandchildren - somehow connects us to the family.

Two of my children - the oldest and youngest - had birthdays this week...hard to believe one is 41 and the other is 35...where did the time go. Just yesterday I was rocking them to sleep. I still miss them so very much.

Went to doc this week (endocrinologist) - blood sugar levels still way up there. All the anti-rejection drugs I take for the kidney transplant cause sky high glucose levels. BUT, blood pressure has been great! Finally!!!

I have finally started on a new lap quilt for another granddaughter. This one will be done with half square triangle blocks, but will be quilted with quilt-as-you-go technique. I saw a different technique on a Fons and Porter quilting show (BYU channel). For this one you do not have to put sashing strips on front and back. Instead seams are made to the FRONT of the quilt, seams are pressed open, and then the seams are covered with sashing strips or ribbon, or large rick rack that's been braided, or any number of other things. I will choose to do sashing strips.

Got my Singer 645 out of the shop and set it into my Gidget sewing table only to find that it is not setting level. The cause? One of the rubber feet did not make it back home from the shop. So, had to locate another set of feet on Ebay and now need to wait until they get here before using the machine. GRRRRR!!!

Singer 648 is ready to be picked up...had all 5 gears replaced and machine cleaned/oiled/lubed. And what am I doing? Looking for another sewing machine!!! Always looking -- been looking at Singer 185J's. Someday I want a great big room (studio) where I can set up multiple tables with all my sewing machines so I can have all the projects going at one time.

Oh well, I need to go to take meds and go to bed. Goodnight world.