New Year Check In HA!

OK, time to play catch-up again!

I don't know how to explain that things seem a lot better even though not a lot has actually changed.  But things feel better to me.  K is doing a hell of a lot better and making good progress, although his doubts creep up a lot and he often doesn't see it.  He has this fear that he's going to lose his leg but he has no reason to actually feel that.  His leg is healing and no one has told him he's in any sort of danger of that.  He only uses his wheel chair in the house when his pain is up.  97% of the time he's walking with his cane.  He's in the chair so infrequently I get a little shock when I walk in and see it in use now.  He complains that his leg is very heavy to move and there has been more heel pain when he walks because it gets worse when he runs out of meds and is waiting on more.  The mail order pharmacy is not to blame this time.  He went without for 10 days this time while we were trying to track down the package they sent us.  The mailman didn't leave a note on the door or leave it in the large mail lockers in the mail room for us and the apartment folks didn't think to come tell us our package was sitting there all those days either.  Our door is 50 steps from their door.  Nice, huh? An entire box of medication, everything he takes including his insulin,  sitting there in a closet.  I just about spit fire when she handed that box to me.

K has had a positive outlook as far as going back to work goes and shockingly he's very focused on getting back in truck driving.  If it is possible.  We don't know if he is hire able due to his medications but he's really doing well there.  Diabetes is in check and his dosage amount was lowered recently.  The other stuff he takes I'm sure lots of others take, cholesterol, blood pressure, etc.  So I kinda have my hopes up a bit.  We both seem to share a goal this time.  I'm feeling like we are on the same page.  We both want to move to New Mexico for the kids/grand kids so I can help raise them and he has even started talking about how he wants to log as many hours as he can to get us there by this time next year. There is even more urgency now as we have not one but 2 grandchildren coming.  They will be a couple of months apart.  I am dying to move even more now and I am sooooooooooooo needed there. 

I guess it's obvious how the girls are doing.  Grand daughters are both OK now, but 2YO is recovering from a shoulder injury.  She and a kid she was playing with fell, kid falls on her as well and she has a hairline fracture.  It breaks my  heart I'm not there to help her.  Poor thing can't even go potty by herself or sit herself up in the bed but she's being a little trooper about it.

My son is back out in Ohio.  Sigh.  Back in dead-end town and complaining there is no work.  I don't know what to say anymore that hasn't been said.  He has to make his choices and live with them and if he chooses hard way then so be it.  I did too.  I have no room to talk.  People told me like I tell him.  He doesn't listen.  I didn't either.  I have no room to talk.  I learned.  He will too.  Some folks really do have to learn the hard way.  Literally.  The easy or easier way can be spelled out for them as clearly as A-B-C but still choose the hard way by their actions and choices.  Like I did and still am if I judge myself harshly enough LOL.  But I love him and he knows it and we are good and I make sure he knows the door is always open to him and he has a home.

So last night we had Forbidden Friend and her 2 tornados over for dinner.  Obviously she's not forbidden at all anymore, she and K are becoming fast friends now.  It's the oddest thing.  Her boys were on their best behavior but it did drive me a little nuts that she let them eat doritoes and crackers right before my lasagna dinner came out of the oven.  The each literally took one bite.  Glad I only gave them 3 bites LOL.  Oh well.  Maybe they didn't like it. It's only the 3rd time I've made it.  K loved it both of the other times telling me it was good until she said it was very rich and I asked him and he admitted it was too cheesy the way I make it.  Doesn't that just tick you off?  Why didn't he say that the 1st time I made it when I asked?  Or the 2nd?  I don't eat it---I found a recipe that had a lot of great reviews and it looked easy enough.  It's not a big deal to leave out some of the cheese but I wish I had known that before I over-cheesed it a 3rd time.  Anyway I've got a ton of leftover too-cheesy lasagna if anyone would like bite of heart attack.  No?

Well I've gotta get crackin here on some work.  TTYL.