I’m a freakin’ weeble-wobble, but unlike a weeble-wobble, I do fall over. I’m inclined to blame the Gabapentin. Who really knows though. Something in the air has had me stuffed up since I arrived. I’m allergic to my parents? I had to whip out my pimp cane and with my grip being as crappy as it is, I found wrapping the handle with bat grip tape to be a huge help. Having an extra point connected to the ground is nice when I haven’t got a human to lean on.
I wish I knew the how and the why of my neurological problems. If nothing else, it would make it easier to explain to people. I’d feel a little better about it too. It’s the unknowns that have a way of planting seeds of anxiety. I fight it just fine, but it’s impossible to handle when two specific old people stack their anxiety on top of mine. Oy.
I’m redirecting their nervous energy to prepare themselves for assman’s surgery next week. We got him some soups and glucerna shakes to keep him out of the h’anger zone. I ate pureed food and slimfast for three weeks after I got my wisdom teeth chiseled out of my face. He’s getting all of his teeth pulled. Ugh. I don’t even want to think about that.
The dog got a haircut yesterday and now she looks like a rat. She’s still my shadow even though I renamed her Ugly. She doesn’t care what I call her. It’s attention.
My sister is on the road today. It’s about a 14 hour drive from New Hampshire and depending on the weather, she may stay over in PA tonight. It has been spitting snow here all morning. Yay snow!