Feb 21, 2011

It's raining today and only 32 F.  It is supposed to warm up though to about 45 F.  Yesterday went well.  We had a birthday party for Mark.  He's 46 now by the way.  His mom and dad came over.  Debbie and Matt came.  I made lasagne and garlic bread, with cake for desert.  I worked hard all day.  I do everything the hard way it seems.  I want to so that I can be moving, strong and hopefully thinner.  I was hurting all over by the end of the day.  A hot bath felt good.  Mark always runs it for me.  Bless him.  Then I slept really good without medicine.  So I should be ready for another hard working day.  Laundry, bake cookies, clean up from the party, plant some seeds in little pots and get Chloe to her school work.  I also want to look at what she needs for next year, grade one. 
I got Mark a pair of shoes and a new cell phone for his birthday.  He hasn't had a cell phone for years.  So now we both have pay as you go phones for 10 cents a minute.
It was a very satisfying day yesterday, the food turned out great and delicious, so I am told and tell myself also.  I kept up with dishes all day until after desert so it's not too much left for today.  The house looks pretty good too.  Mark vacuumed while I cooked so that was nice.
Debbie did good almost all evening.  She started to unfold the last half hour so it was probably too long for her.  She was in pain because she didn't want to take medicine until the pain tells her to.  She is supposed to take it every 3 hours until her new medicine starts to work.  The doctor said three days.  Once the pain starts it takes an hour or so to get it under control and so then it's only an hour till her next dose and she doesn't feel pain so she doesn't take it.  I called her on that.  Being in pain all day everyday is wearing her down.  Feels like in some ways she is giving up.  It makes me mad because she has so much to live for.  She has let her arm flop and curl and I have been warning her since it started and so have others.  But she is accepting that thats how it is.  So when I encourage her to move her fingers she complains that it hurts.  It upsets me.  I can't tell you how much.  She will get better and then her hand will be twisted.  arghhhhhhhhhhhh.  How to inspire or awaken desire, i have never known.   I called her later in the evening and she was doing pretty good and taking her next dose I hope.