I wrote this two days ago, so add the time difference to anything date related.

If I were a prisoner in a dungeon awaiting certain death and I could only save myself by passing one test and that test would be to fold a fitted shit neatly, I would be doomed.

I changed our split king Tempurpedic bed(s) today and it was daunting. I also washed the comforter because, lately, we have had ants in the house and I am getting these mysterious bites, so I thought maybe I should wash all the bedding just in case. We have a super good washing machine, so the comforter was not a problem.

We had all-day rain three straight days, very unusual for this time of year. Yesterday I waited all day for it to clear up and it wouldn’t, so I drove to the mall late in the afternoon because we were out of everything. Of course, I got wet, as it is hard to load a car in the rain and not get wet. And to unload it at the home end and not get wet.

An acquaintance was extolling the virtues of a B12 shot, so I called my doctor’s office and got the okay to have one, and to continue every month into the future as well, and I went two days ago and I do feel better. I am going to call for Ed too. I already take a B12 a day, but the shot is supposed to be much more effective.

Ed is feeling down because he has lost three wards in the last two months, and another, Donna, is on the verge. She had a blood clot after a re-section and her intestines are no longer functioning. It was, I believe, a medical error that got her to this point. She has some dementia because of strokes. And the doctor’s told her there was no hope. Why would they do that? With all her problems, she had to hear this? Anyway, update (Monday), she died early this morning. I truly feel sad because she had a bad life, too much illness too early, taken advantage of by people wanting her SS, etc., and then having a medical mistake do her in. Recently Ed had asked me to get her a sweater at BJ’s, which I did and chose a lovely rose color, thinking it might cheer her up.

It is, actually, a given that the people Ed takes care of, elderly, compromised, no longer able to care for themselves, will not last long. It is what it is. But Donna was only 45. Poor dear.

xx, Teal