Missing Everything

I miss everything.

I miss my friends and family. I miss that I can't go anywhere. I miss having a good president. I miss harmony. But I don't leave my bubble.

As we head into the abyss of winter and everyone being sick again and the numbers going up what are we doing differently? 

Isn't the definition of stupidity doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result?  It's so disheartening. It makes me weary.

To get the guests we had they took a test. They were quarantined and the tests all said no covid. So they headed north to visit us. We are of the same ilk so they are in their bubble and we are in ours and we gave it a shot to try. I think it worked out perfectly. I also think having guests, Friends, that we laughed with and broke bread with, made me miss people. I didn't even realize it. Normally I don't enjoy people, strangers that is. So feeling what I've been missing really hit us both actually. 

But now I have a cousin who called and asked if she can stop here on her way back to VA Beach after her trip to PA. PA is a hotbed of rednecks who won't wear masks, who congregate in groups and do not social distance. How do we tell her we don't want her to come here after them? I don't know what I will say but I have to call her back this evening. Rick is not thrilled by this person coming here after PA. She said on voicemail she was so tired of being in the house she just has to get out. Well, we are all tired missy, suck it up and wait it out like all the rest of us who do not wish to die with pre-existing conditions.

Why is this so difficult to wrap their head around?  A 10 year old gets it.

I just shake my head.

I did go out yesterday and I dressed. I had to put on a bra, real pants with a zipper and button, not leggings and a pair of chunky heeled boots.

Now that I have a Covid uniform that was painful to do. I had on these clothes for 3 hours. I came home and Rick began talking and I told him I'd be downstairs in a minute - hold that thought.

I had to rip off the bra for a comfy sports bra, take off the nice jeans and put on leggings, took off the pretty top and put on a big oversized sweatshirt and heaven knows I took off the heels and back to bare feet in slippers.

Aaah, that felt good. But it's frightening how quickly I was able to conform to a Covid wardrobe. For a gal who never went out without makeup or shoes and bra and nice clothes I have done a 180. I fear I won't be able or want to ever go back. 

In other news...

Blogger is nutso. I now can do things I haven't been able to do for months or most of this year. Now I can do them BUT a new thing is that my reading list will not post my WordPress blogs anymore that I read. 

Is blogger part of the white house? Messing up things all over the place with no plan, no structure, no good outcome? 

I still can't get emails telling me about comments and it feels like I never will but then again I never thought I'd have that damn pencil at the bottom to make a change or update. I am not a patient person so of course, this annoys me. 

BTW, Rick's knee was doing pretty damn well after his last day of steroids. He then had an orthopedic dr. appointment. The dr insisted they should drain the swelling around his knee. They stuck a needle in the poor guy's knee and there was nothing. So he tried another spot, then another. 

Rick said he told the doctor he was sadistic because you are getting nothing and this is hurting like hell, can you please just stop?  He did after the 3rd one. He said I really thought there would be fluid in there I can feel it. Rick said, "are you sure it's not fat?"  Dr. M laughed and told him no, it's not fat. So they stuck him 3 x and moved that needled around a bit after each stab. The poor guy came home in such pain. Again, no drugs because he may be an addict you know. Nothing to stop the pain. He was told to put heat on it.  This not giving pain meds to me is ridiculous. I get that you don't want to give a patient an unlimited amount of Percocets (oxy) but it's inhuman not to give them something. 

So Rick poured himself a stiff drink, got in the ugly chair, and put the heating pad on his leg. I rubbed some CBD cream but I knew that really wouldn't help much. He was still hurting this morning. He was almost done with the pain until the damn dr. took a needle to his knee.

He worked Friday and he was happy he only had one job. The 2nd moved to November 9th. After they moved I didn't put anyone in their place to give the poor guy a break. Whew, that helped his knee. Saturday, he is working as well. Hopefully, this will subside. So much for going to the doctor for relief eh?  Next up is an MRI for his knee.

But you know what they did tell him? - he has the knees of a teenager.

He has a great deal of cartridge between the knees that is usually deteriorated by his age. Well, it's nice to hear, but honestly, it's not helping any for this poor guy.