|Sep 06 2009|
Oh Yay neuropathic symptoms are visit. For how long will they stay? They never will tell me, hell they won't even give me a clue. Damn it.
Insisting that I be a captiveaudience I'm not allowed to listen to books as they usually demand concentration. Driving is another task that requires undivided attention. So? I must proceed very carefully, knowing that I am prone to blackouts. Lately they've been just seconds in duration; but that's enough to cause lots of damage.
Two months ago while picking up a prescription I ran into a pillar. The druggest handed me the pills and next I heard a loud scraping. I had driven my chevy up next to the rough concrete structure. Paint had been scraped and so the rubber strip peelled.
Driving into the garage I braced for the scolding. Jim loving husband did not disappoint in the least. He must have ranted for 6 hours. Reminders to come later never to allow me to forget what I had done. This was my fault so he will not get it fixed.
Past month or so I'd been free as a bird and feeling awesome!!! Wow I started a book on my MP3 Today I doubt that'll be possible. But I did lay down with Freddie Mercury singing on same MP3
Hubby is held captive by his beloved TV and it is against his law for me to interfere. I'd like to watch a video of a Queen concert. But he raises the volume, pretty much the music.
This here is a grudge he will not let go; since I don't like what he likes he will not give any attention to what I like.
Being a homebody has pretty much been my life since I can remember. Why you may ask? Okay, I must lay blame on my life partners, mostly neurological and chemical in nature.
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