Saturday, November 22
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Decent sleep.
Very little discomfort from my incision site.
My Sweetie had the hired carpenter Dan here, and they worked more in the pottery shed, putting up more OSB sheeting inside, and then the sort of plastic sheeting around the room to about halfway up the wall, for ease of cleaning.
When my Sweetie came inside at one point, I asked him if he had figured out when he was supposed to go to the pottery craft sale in town to help them put everything away. He had signed himself up to do that (our studio asks people to volunteer for at least one thing each year to help everything run smoothly), and all week I've been telling him he needs to open the email and find out when he had to be there.
We usually do go and help with it each year. I hadn't signed up, but I was planning to go anyhow.
Well, guess what? He needed to go TODAY, in about an hour.
So he wrapped things up with Dan, I got ready to go with my husband, and we left.
We did our thing, helping to put away the tables and such, and take unsold items back to the pottery studio to be claimed by their makers.
That took less than an hour, so we did other useful things while we were in town, because I HATE going to town for only one thing.
We picked up pet food at the vet clinic.
My husband had been planning on buying lumber anyhow, so we went to the UFA and bought more OSB, and I bought shavings in big cubes for bedding the ponies/goats, wood pellets for the cat litter, and some winter chore gloves that shouldn't let the hay pickies stick to them too badly (hay pickies are awful, it's just bits of hay that work into the fabric of gloves, and you can never get them out again. Fleece or knit is the worst stuff for getting hay into them).
We tried to find more dog panties since Roxy goes through them quickly, but no dice on those.
Then we came home, my Sweetie wanted to finish up the last bit of OSB on the walls of the pottery shed, and I put away the cubes of shavings and the pellets for the cat litter.
I also let everyone out into their pastures for a while.
While I was outside getting some walking done in the horse pasture, I talked with my friend D.
She was sick this week, and I wanted to see how she was doing.
It ended up being a long, intense phone call about her struggles with her adult daughter. Her daughter has a lot of mental illness issues, but it's hard to tell when her behavior is something she has no control over, or things she's doing with full knowledge of her actions.
She is more or less homeless most of the time, bouncing from D's house to her Grandfather's place, to a shelter, then claiming she sleeps in a tent in the bush to manipulate people into giving her a place to sleep or money (there's zero proof that she ever sleeps in a tent in the bush).
She bums money off of mostly D or her Grandfather (D's dad), and lacks the stability to have a job, an apartment, or to get help for her mental illness issues.
She is erratic, and will beg D to let her live with her for a while, so D lets her stay. Then she is usually rude to D the whole time she's there, makes it sound like D is abusing her (she's not) and freaks out and storms out after yelling a bunch of hateful stuff at D, and goes somewhere else for a while, then generally wants to live with D again in a few weeks.
D is so sick of it. Her daughter just uses everyone, lies to everyone, tells everyone that D abuses her, but also then keeps going back to live with D.
This time, D says that her daughter had did all of her yelling and screaming at D in front of D's father, saying all of the usual hateful stuff and saying "I hate you, I never want to see you again, leave me alone, etc."
To the point that this time D felt like she might have been in danger of her daughter hurting her.
The daughter wants to be driven to a town about three hours away, with her stuff, so D is doing that tomorrow with a friend so that she won't be alone in the vehicle with her daughter.
She would like to end all contact with her daughter, and I'm all for it. The daughter is about 50 years old, and this behavior has been going on for her entire life, and she's not seeking treatment or making any kind of life changes that would indicate a willingness to improve.
D lives in a house, and my concern is that the daughter might just show up on her doorstep and demand to come in, even if D blocks her number etc.
I said that once she drops her daughter off this time, she should wait until she gets home, text her daughter that she no longer wants any contact with her, block her number, but be prepared in case her daughter shows up again.
I said if she does, don't open the door, call the police. Then with them present, tell her she wants nothing more to do with her, and get the police to escort her daughter away.
I say this because it sounded like D is worried about getting physically assaulted by her daughter if she refuses her. I would not put it past this daughter to try to break into D's home, or to vandalize her property.
D had been talking about moving to a condo or an apartment, and I think she should do it NOW, and then not tell this daughter where she lives, and not tell any other members of her family that she doesn't trust (like her father, who is easily manipulated by the daughter).
If she were in a secure building, the daughter couldn't break in the way she might at D's house.
So, anyhow, it bothers me a lot that all of this is happening with D.
I guess for me, it also sucks a bit that D's life isn't much different from mine when things aren't going well with Trainwreck, or all the other drama in my family. Maybe it's not that uncommon.
After that I came in, did the dishes and made supper, and my Sweetie came in.
We ate and watched two episodes of "The White Lotus" season two.
Then he helped me peel off the dressing (the surgeon told me to keep it on for a few days) and clean the area off with rubbing alcohol, and apply new dressing. I couldn't really do it myself easily. I also wanted his support while I looked at the stitches etc. for the first time.
The incision is a good size, but looks clean with no blood or oozing. The dressing we put on is smaller and less annoying than the one the surgeon used, but that one was meant to be very secure and to compress the area a bit.
There is a lot of loose skin from where the lipoma was removed, but I know it might improve a lot in the next few months, and not to judge it yet.
Decent sleep.
Very little discomfort from my incision site.
My Sweetie had the hired carpenter Dan here, and they worked more in the pottery shed, putting up more OSB sheeting inside, and then the sort of plastic sheeting around the room to about halfway up the wall, for ease of cleaning.
When my Sweetie came inside at one point, I asked him if he had figured out when he was supposed to go to the pottery craft sale in town to help them put everything away. He had signed himself up to do that (our studio asks people to volunteer for at least one thing each year to help everything run smoothly), and all week I've been telling him he needs to open the email and find out when he had to be there.
We usually do go and help with it each year. I hadn't signed up, but I was planning to go anyhow.
Well, guess what? He needed to go TODAY, in about an hour.
So he wrapped things up with Dan, I got ready to go with my husband, and we left.
We did our thing, helping to put away the tables and such, and take unsold items back to the pottery studio to be claimed by their makers.
That took less than an hour, so we did other useful things while we were in town, because I HATE going to town for only one thing.
We picked up pet food at the vet clinic.
My husband had been planning on buying lumber anyhow, so we went to the UFA and bought more OSB, and I bought shavings in big cubes for bedding the ponies/goats, wood pellets for the cat litter, and some winter chore gloves that shouldn't let the hay pickies stick to them too badly (hay pickies are awful, it's just bits of hay that work into the fabric of gloves, and you can never get them out again. Fleece or knit is the worst stuff for getting hay into them).
We tried to find more dog panties since Roxy goes through them quickly, but no dice on those.
Then we came home, my Sweetie wanted to finish up the last bit of OSB on the walls of the pottery shed, and I put away the cubes of shavings and the pellets for the cat litter.
I also let everyone out into their pastures for a while.
While I was outside getting some walking done in the horse pasture, I talked with my friend D.
She was sick this week, and I wanted to see how she was doing.
It ended up being a long, intense phone call about her struggles with her adult daughter. Her daughter has a lot of mental illness issues, but it's hard to tell when her behavior is something she has no control over, or things she's doing with full knowledge of her actions.
She is more or less homeless most of the time, bouncing from D's house to her Grandfather's place, to a shelter, then claiming she sleeps in a tent in the bush to manipulate people into giving her a place to sleep or money (there's zero proof that she ever sleeps in a tent in the bush).
She bums money off of mostly D or her Grandfather (D's dad), and lacks the stability to have a job, an apartment, or to get help for her mental illness issues.
She is erratic, and will beg D to let her live with her for a while, so D lets her stay. Then she is usually rude to D the whole time she's there, makes it sound like D is abusing her (she's not) and freaks out and storms out after yelling a bunch of hateful stuff at D, and goes somewhere else for a while, then generally wants to live with D again in a few weeks.
D is so sick of it. Her daughter just uses everyone, lies to everyone, tells everyone that D abuses her, but also then keeps going back to live with D.
This time, D says that her daughter had did all of her yelling and screaming at D in front of D's father, saying all of the usual hateful stuff and saying "I hate you, I never want to see you again, leave me alone, etc."
To the point that this time D felt like she might have been in danger of her daughter hurting her.
The daughter wants to be driven to a town about three hours away, with her stuff, so D is doing that tomorrow with a friend so that she won't be alone in the vehicle with her daughter.
She would like to end all contact with her daughter, and I'm all for it. The daughter is about 50 years old, and this behavior has been going on for her entire life, and she's not seeking treatment or making any kind of life changes that would indicate a willingness to improve.
D lives in a house, and my concern is that the daughter might just show up on her doorstep and demand to come in, even if D blocks her number etc.
I said that once she drops her daughter off this time, she should wait until she gets home, text her daughter that she no longer wants any contact with her, block her number, but be prepared in case her daughter shows up again.
I said if she does, don't open the door, call the police. Then with them present, tell her she wants nothing more to do with her, and get the police to escort her daughter away.
I say this because it sounded like D is worried about getting physically assaulted by her daughter if she refuses her. I would not put it past this daughter to try to break into D's home, or to vandalize her property.
D had been talking about moving to a condo or an apartment, and I think she should do it NOW, and then not tell this daughter where she lives, and not tell any other members of her family that she doesn't trust (like her father, who is easily manipulated by the daughter).
If she were in a secure building, the daughter couldn't break in the way she might at D's house.
So, anyhow, it bothers me a lot that all of this is happening with D.
I guess for me, it also sucks a bit that D's life isn't much different from mine when things aren't going well with Trainwreck, or all the other drama in my family. Maybe it's not that uncommon.
After that I came in, did the dishes and made supper, and my Sweetie came in.
We ate and watched two episodes of "The White Lotus" season two.
Then he helped me peel off the dressing (the surgeon told me to keep it on for a few days) and clean the area off with rubbing alcohol, and apply new dressing. I couldn't really do it myself easily. I also wanted his support while I looked at the stitches etc. for the first time.
The incision is a good size, but looks clean with no blood or oozing. The dressing we put on is smaller and less annoying than the one the surgeon used, but that one was meant to be very secure and to compress the area a bit.
There is a lot of loose skin from where the lipoma was removed, but I know it might improve a lot in the next few months, and not to judge it yet.
