Bah!

I am SO irritable this morning that it is not a good idea to talk to me!

Reasons:

1. The physical therapist called before we were up and I let the machine pick it up. That is not what has made me irritable, though. She left a message asking Fred to call her back and tell her if he still wanted her to come. Apparently the replacement physical therapist was very impressed with what he was able to do and now Jean thinks she is no longer needed. And, {Yes, this IS finally the part that is making me irritable} Fred is going to tell her not to come any more! I disagree. On one hand, I am glad he feels that way but on the other hand, he is very much inclined to sit down and do nothing if he doesn’t have a reason to do something. He has let himself go downhill these last three years {and, yes, he knows and admits that} by taking the easier way for so long. When I first came to live with him, he did a weight lifting regime every morning and walked a lot several days a week. I really fear that he will drift back to how he was before. Ok, rereading what I have written, I can see this is his problem and not mine.
2. My desk-top computer will not let me open OD. When I put in my nickname and password it tosses me into Free Open Diary but not into MY diary–just the first page of FOD. I think it may have to do with cookie handling because this morning I tried to access my bank on line and was told that cookies weren’t enabled. I have recently made some changes to security settings and know enough to go in there and put my bank URL in the list of sites that are always allowed to leave cookies. and that did solve the problem there. I guess I will have to do the same for OD but if that doesn’t work, I have no idea what to do next. Oh well, I can always use the laptop, I guess.
3. Fred called in a prescription refill for a medication he was given for pain after the surgery. He had very little pain after the surgery but because at the hospital his sugar levels were horrendous, he now had a recurrence of diabetic neuropathy in his feet. It is manifesting itself in a “zinging” sharp and sudden pain and it happens only at night when he is trying to sleep. He started taking these pain pills and they worked for the neuropathy pain. BUT apparently, this is NOT a drug that can be called in. Someone has to go down to the doctor’s office and pick it up. {You are guessing who that someone is, aren’t you!} And, I was told  that it had to be right now, right this minute because he NEEDS this drug! Now, as it happens, I have plans for the day. Maybe they are not important plans {I mean, it is no big thing if I miss the time after the third knead to take the paddle out of the bread machine} but I do NOT respond well to the tone of voice he was using. I told him that I was going for a walk and that after that I was going to wait until after the third knead to take out the paddle. That would take me up to lunch time. Then I was going to make a big salad and have some of it with perhaps a cheese and Marmite sandwich for lunch. At 1 pm, I was going to the library to tutor Robin for an hour, and after that I would drive to the doctor’s office, pick up the prescription, walk up to the drugstore and wait for it to be filled. I didn’t say aloud, “And if you don’t like that, tough!” But it was quite obvious I was thinking it.

Ok, I just took out the paddle from the bread machine and now I am off to make a salad.  Oh, and allow OD to leave cookies and hope that helps….

Until later..