I'm alive and giving Thanks!

I am still mostly down, thinking about going to the doctor. I am almost out of all meds I had left from other injuries. If I don't go to the doctor I may have to visit the corner "doctor". I am just kidding, I would never do that. My family surely has some meds I could borrow. HAHAHAHA!!!

Well I have had some help around the house this weekend in the form of my husband. He has truly tried to help me, I may never get the house back in order, but I am not complaining. He brought home McDonald's Friday night and even brought it to me on the couch, I didn't have to move a muscle to get my food. Saturday, he decided he would do the washing and cleaning for me. The clothes mostly went in the right piles, he attempted to fold the clothes and put them up. Were any clothes ruined? NO. Will the clothes in the drawers be wrinkled? Probably. Are the clothes where they are suppose to be? Not really. Can I find them? Pretty Much. Is there still a load of clothes in the dryer? Yes. Do I care? NO. He heated up leftovers in the microwave for supper. Was it warm all the way through? No. Did it fill my stomach? Yes. Little Miss came home and cleaned up the dishes. Did she scrape the food off before rinsing? No, but she put them in the dishwasher. Is there food in my sink? Yes, I don't care. My wonderful husband cooked supper last night. What did we have you ask. We had sausage, biscuits and scrambled eggs. It tasted so good. Did he clean the kitchen? No, did he unload the dishwasher? No, why do you think he didn't clean the kitchen. Could you see the counters? No.

I am thankful for all the help he gave me. He refused to change the litter box, did that this morning, took about 20 minutes to get out of the floor, but I got it done. I couldn't stand the kitchen anymore. I cleaned it too. Took me a while, but I managed to unload the dishwasher and load it back up and turn it back on. I have tried to get some things done this morning. I will not complain, I love my husband and he tried so hard and I appreciate everything he has done. OK I could do without the guilt trips and sarcastic remarks, but all and all he has been very helpful

He doesn't know how crazy it makes me when he says things like, "You have got to get better, I can't take this cleaning and washing anymore.", " I worked my ass off and you can't tell I did a thing.", I refuse to do anymore if y'all don't stop messing up my clean house.", and the worst one, " It's not a Momma clean, but you will just have to be happy with it or do it yourself!" You see a momma clean is the worst punishment a child in this household can get. Tell them to clean their rooms, you will get grumbling, but they will get up and do it. Tell them it must be a momma clean and that will send them into a hissy fit as of yet to be witnessed by any mere mortal!!!! These hissy fits can last for days!!! Its my OCD personality coming out. I like things to be just so so. I'm not talking about pillows in the exact same spot on both ends of the couch, measured to make sure they are perfect. But I do want certain pillows on each end and certain ones in the middle. I want my pots and pans in a certain spot on a certain shelf. It just makes it easier for me to find them. I like drawers in the dresser to be CLOSED! And yes, work shirts in one place, house shirts in one place, and going somewhere shirts in another. Types of underwear together, jammies together. I know I am somewhat picky. I have resisted the urge to go behind him and refold underwear. For 20+ years I have folded his underwear the same way, why can't he fold them that way? It has drove me crazy, but I am so grateful that he helped me out this weekend, I will never say a word. It sounds like I am complaining, I'm not. He has hurt my feelings a few times this weekend, he didn't mean to or maybe he did, I don't know. Just the little things like, "No, don't get up, I can let the dogs in, I wouldn't want you to have to do anything." He is a bit passive aggressive I guess. He is insisting that I go to the doctor. If I was hurting as bad as I say I am, I would go. I was down for a month, 2 years ago and I went to the doctor. He made me feel like I was some druggie trying to score pain medicine! I had 3 slightly herniated disk, nothing that would cause me to be down for a month and certainly nothing to cause the pain I claim to be in. I claim to be in, that just pissed me off. I was in pain, I generally have a high threshold for pain, something wasn't right and I was hurting, and he was just treating me like there wasn't anything wrong. I guess I wasn't in need of surgery and he didn't have time for me. I just hate to go and be treated like that again. I did just make me an appointment, first available appointment, February 5th. Oh well, I did what I could, now maybe people will get off my back. I am having enough problems without everyone riding me.

I guess I have bitched enough. I am sticking to mainly muscle relaxers, I am down to 2 pain pills and I am trying to save them for when I can truly stand it no more. The muscle relaxers make me pretty sleepy and I need a nap right now and I want to try to get in a few blogs before I lay down. As Always.....

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!! (and I am loving my comments folks! Keep them coming!)