Wendell continues to force therapy on me, all the while threatening to send me to the nursing home for rehab!!! I think he really enjoys the fact that it is hard for me to argue with him now. He’s like Hitler’s sidekick!!!!!
I think I may have met my life time Quota on potatoes. I have ingested every variety known to man in the last few weeks!!! Mashed, stewed, souped, baked, creamed, boiled, with gravy, without gravy……..
I hadn’t been out of the house except for Dr. visits and our failed attempt at Church attendance Sunday. I was starting to go a little stir crazy, so we went to Cracker Barrel yesterday and to a couple stores in Knoxville. It felt good to get out.
When we leave the house I am now like a baby, I have to take my "diaper bag."
The paper towels for drooling, tissue paper for spewing (liquids out my nostrils), my bottle of Sprite, my plastic spoon (metal utinsils scrape my teeth), And my life saving pain meds!!!!
It is quite funny seeing people’s reaction to my speech impairment!!! Once I open my mouth it is like they just were not expecting to hear what comes out!! Some people look down, following their Mommas advice, “ it’s not nice to stare”. Some just smile really big and nod their heads pretending to understand every word I say!!! And some just look very uncomfortable like they hadn’t realized I was mentally challenged!!!! It’s quite entertaining!!!
The girls and I love to pop in a CD when we’re driving down the mountain and beller, I mean sing at the top of our lungs. We each choose a part and let it rip!!! I came to the sad realization yesterday that my singing abilities have been greatly hindered!!! I relayed this to the girls that I just might not be able to hit those notes as well as I use to!!! I could’nt really tell how disappointed they were, but Punky did say,” Yea Mom, since you have always really Nailed those notes!!!!”