Daily Writing Challenge

M-8

One thousand twenty five words due today. It has been pointed out that it will begin to be difficult to just write about my day here. The thing of that is that it entirely underestimates the crap storm that is my life right now. Papa is on palliative care. Today he could not swallow his pills. He ended up on the floor last night trying to get out of his chair. He is having trouble finding the words that he means, so even when his head is screwed on right he does not necessarily make sense. Hundred words down and I have not even started on my day.

This morning I got out of bed when the alarm reminding me to give the dogs their meds went off. I got as far as the potty pad where someone had diarrhea last night while we slept. I did not see it and I went down because my foot slipped. I landed in the poo. So I took my shower first thing this morning and dealt with the potty pad second thing. In the shower I checked myself out. My left knee is bruised and swollen. My left wrist is beautiful colors now. My right elbow is bruised and my right hip hurts. I am pretty sure I pulled every muscle I have. Two hundred words down and I am just getting started.

I dealt with that stuff and went to give Charlie his insulin. That was when I discovered that I had left the vial sitting out all night. So it was ruined. I had another vial but that is half a vial wasted. About thirty dollars worth. I uncapped the needle only to find it had bent in putting it in the cap last night. I got a fresh needle and gave Charlie his shot. Speaking of spoiled insulin, Papa's insulin at the house was expired and unrefrigerated. My mother in law discovered this when she took over control of his meds. He had not been using functional insulin. He also was taking his Parkinson's meds wrong because he did not feel like cutting the pills in half. I am sure there were other mistakes but those are the main ones that she mentioned. She has reordered the insulin, but it is a mail order pharmacy that his insurance goes through and it just depends on when they mail it out. I would send him one of my pens but he is on different insulin. Four hundred words down and there is more day to come.

We asked my sister in law and her husband over to help me get nathan's room done. They were supposed to get here at eleven, they did not get here until almost one. Mittens kept trying to eat the tortillas through their bag that I had set out on the table for the lunch we were going to have first. I had to kennel her. It is a big kennel and she has a bed, litterbox, food and water in there and to keep her occupied there are dangle elastic toys hanging from the top and plenty of balls for her to play with. Still it is not running loose so it is a bit of a punishment which is what she needed at the moment. With her up I was able to set out the rest of the non refrigerator items for lunch and begin chopping onions and tomatos for the fresh guacamole. My wife handles the avocado since I am allergic and almost could not breathe the last time i had avocado. I put the diced onion plate down on the stove to get the meat out to cook and when i came back to it there was a bug crawling across it. The exterminator comes tomorrow. So i killed the bug and chopped onions again. They were strong onions. I cried again. At least it was not over Papa for the moment. Six hundred fifty words done, around four hundred left to write and more of my day to happen.

They finally got here and we ate lunch. We had to rush and half ass the "Deviled Egg" style brownies we baked last night. We baked them in egg shaped sillicone pans and then pressed a divot in the top to put the filling in. We were supposed to pipe frosting into the divots so they looked kind of like deviled eggs. We managed to spoon a bit into the divot and call it good. We didn't have the time or energy to break out the piping bags. The brownies were good but the frosting was way too much. Still i think they are a go for easter. We will cook the easter batch a little longer they verged on soggy but overall the taste test was a go. So good things did happen today. Not everything went wrong. Eight hundred words down and I still have to talk about the work we did in the basement.

After lunch the guys and I went downstairs to start on the room. THey hauled garbage up for me. It had been my mother in law's room before the flood. Once the trash was out I asked Adam to put up a couple of plug in undercabinet lights. One in the room and one just outside of it. We also put in a powerstrip high on the wall to keep it out of any potential flood water. Once we could see in the room, it was time to move the totes out of there. I bent to pick up one of them and got nearly passing out dizzy. I had to sit down. My blood pressure was ninety two over sixty seven. Low. And it got lower when i changed positions, like bending over or standing up or yeah anything i would have to do to help with moving the totes. so Adam and his brother had to move the totes without me. But the room got empty pretty quickly and I started hydrating because I think that was why my blood pressure was so low. I was probably dehydrated. I did not hit my water quota either of the last two days and had only had half a bottle of water and twenty ounces of orange soda. I have since drank over five bottles and my mouth is still dry though the dizziness has subsided except for when I change position.

Oops I am fifty words over my target now. I have not gotten to them leaving yet. Perhaps tomorrow.