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 I COLORED ON MY I-PAD AND NOW CAN'T USE THE POINTER FINGER . I CAN'T SWEEP/MOP/MOW  OR LIFT A GALLON JUG OF MILK AND EVEN COFFEE CUP HURTS. 

I AM BORED TO TEARS. 

IT EVEN HURTS TO TAP TO TURN THE PAGE ON KINDLE BOOK. 

IT'S NOT THE FIRST TIME I HAVE DONE SOMETHING STUPID!

Saturday Sept 5, weekly UpDate

Sandra, Sept 5, 1944    -   Sandra, 1946

Sandra, Sept 5, 2026, yes, its current.

Today in the bath room mirror, changed back ground to black and added the balloons using AI

So far, I have had 5 emails and 3 texts with Happy Birthday and a  2 dear blog friend sent me an Amazon Gift cards. I WILL SHOP today..

Yesterday, I called my friend Ruby to come and hang up my birthday present I bought myself on Thursday, to finish putting the living room back like it was before Bob's illness started.

You might remember Philomena, the pothos plant that lived in the kitchen corner, for over 30 years. 

Live Pothos plant Photo Christmas 2024 Kitchen March 2025 it was gone, due to caregiver craziness, Philomena passed away and this is a photo from the prior Post of the kitchen minus a living plant.

I intended to buy a new plant for my birthday gift to me, but a light bulb went off and I thought, I will have to water, keep sun beams from touching, pick dead leaves off of plant and floor and it might just die again. Another gift to me was to drive to Hobby Lobby and see if they had silk plants like it. I still had the pot from Philomena and I found 3 long pieces and bought 60 dollars worth of them for 30, because they were on sale.... Here is the new plant, and now my living room view from sofa is just like it was when all this care giving started March of 2025.

This is from my sofa this morning just before Breakfast and Ruby's beautiful flowers in the nook.

Before daybreak and after day break.

I close with an update of my 82 year old Memory.

Wed I gave my beautiful boy Beau, my blood pressure pill and Lexapro with his pill at 4 AM in the morning, which resulted in 28 hours of anguish, a call to Poison Control that was 110.00, a visit to Vet ER, $452, which is the cost of Nausea injection, a can of food filled with ground charcoal, a blood test and I could take him home and monitor him for 48 hours. The tried to make me send him by ambulance to a 24 hour ER because they are vet after hours only, and he needed vet monitor for 6 to 8 hours, maybe 12 hours. 

the cost would be $3000 to $7000.00 which means I brought him home and did caregiver duty to him.

HE is Fine, was fine all day, had no problems, slept for 24 hours except for pee/poop times. I had to hold his pain pill for 24 hours but we did not walk, so he did ok with that.

As if that is not proof of my AGE, this morning I made my second cup of K-cup Koffee with out putting my new cup under the K-cup.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST... I have now been blessed with ZenColor Carpal tunnel Elbow and wrist and just creating this post is hurting really bad.

No more coloring, drawing or repetitive motions, and Ruby says I have to wait 3 weeks. 

We shall See. 

Who knew an adult can color to much and wreck her arm????

Saturday Weekly UpDate ON Sunday

 I decided to Take Back The Living Room from All things that do not belong in a living room. For 13 months Bob's hospital bed has been in our living room and still is. I am a neat nut. As long as STUFF is out of sight I don't really care. If I can't see it, its not there.

To accomplish this, I removed everything from the double closet in the hall you see in the first photo, its big and is as long as the hall. It is now the pharmacy, Christmas, and anything that is for Bob's illness, like the small exercise bike (it made me crazy each time I sat on the sofa). 

We bought this house because the entire middle is one large room, Living Room, Dining and Kitchen, All in One! The 2 photos above, I turn my head left and the window on the world allows me to see the grass I cut yesterday and 3 houses across the street. Turn my head to the right now and the only thing is see is what you can see, but I can see the entire kitchen. The room is 25 Ft X 17 ft Wide.  

The good news is, the bed doesn't bother me, or the walker, and the potty and the bedside table that does bother me with all it's NEEDED clutter is hidden by Bob in the bed.

I parked the big Curb Trash Bin on the front porch and filled it full, leaving the spare  bedroom bed with donations, soon to be at the thrift store. Below is what is left. 

I did say it is a large closet, and doubles as MY power tools, Chargers for said tools, and 4 boxes of Christmas Stuff soon to be sifted and donated. The top shelf goes the entire length of the closet and actually has some space left.

I intend to switch some things by shopping every Thursday at the thrift stores which will be My Morning OUT...

Speaking of Thrift store...... hahahaha

Thursday event, went really well. I bought two items. 

Remember the measuring cup from Amazon, that I can look down and see the lines? the two cup one? Well their sat the 1 cup, brand new with sticker on, just like by two cup and Sticker Price was 

One Dollar, Twenty Nine Cents.

 As I dressed and put on my CROC Sandals that have thin straps, and were bought in 2017, I thought, I need new Crocs, sooner or later these straps are going to break.

 Once again, God put what I needed when I needed 

At the thrift store, I headed for the shoes and I went to the size shoe I wear and sitting there, waiting on me, was a pair of CROCS in My Size. Perfect Fit. I was over joyed. Like New! not a mark on them.

Since I had a little time left I sallied forth to the furniture store to wander and wish and as I stepped inside, The top strap that holds my foot in the Croc Sandals POPPED IN HALF.  

Can you believe it? I do..

If you are still with me, here is a a short update on the three of us.

 Beau:  hind legs  not so good,walking slower and shorter distance, hind legs  spread to the sides when standing, but stay straight when walking  and he still has periodic digestive distress.

Bob: Ambulatory with walker,  will not sit on Sofa, sleeps in our bed at night, spends the day in hospital bed. Dementia is  progressing. Example: he will only drink water, 7-up and Fruit Gatorade. I will say, you need hydrate, what do you want to drink. he says soda, that means any of the three. Now I say you need to drink, do you want 7up, water or red drink.  He can't remember the names. He also forgets to drink. He is mostly confused, and thinks the 1st of Sept is Memorial day, he is thinking about labor day, and doesn't believe me when I say its not until Sept 7.  The worst thing is I love to talk and there are subjects that will set him off, and I start to say something and remember not to and he says what were you saying?  

 I just sit on a branch sofa and say Never Done! Never Done!  and keep on truckin

OOPS! thought of one more thing I did this week. I bought the new cup for me and it bothers me so much that Bob's Cup Doesn't Match Mine, I bought him one too. 

Doesn't this look much better? I keep them both on the counter and it makes me feel
GOOD! His words were, doesn't matter to me, a cup is a cup.

OOPS 2: Today the house of 7 cars across the street, seen from my window on the world, is up for sale. Been empty 3 months and we have watched workers coming and going, and yesterday she put up a sign, and today the listing Agent put OPEN HOUSE in the front yard at 1 PM, and I waited long enough for her to get INSIDE the house to go to The Open House!    

As I walked out the door, Bob said where are you  going? I said to the Open House across the street. What? he said.  Why? and I replied if I don't return you will know curiosity does kill the cat.  

I returned one hour and 7 minutes later, when her 1st car pulled in the drive way. We had a blast. She is a Mirror Of Me... not as old  but close and when she found out I was selling RE and I worked for, we both talk over each other.  David G. If you made it this far you would change seats in a plane if you sat between Me and the Agent. 

She invited me back to the next one.... 

YAY! I had a Talking Outing. We no longer get visits from Home Health and I miss talking to the PT's. I KNOW they miss me. 😁😁😁