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Took a self care day off today since it's the one year anniversary of Mom's death. I've distracted myself by doing useful things like taking some of the laundry I can't send out to the laundromat at 6am (SO nice to have nice clean rugs in the bathroom), I got a FreshDirect delivery so I'll have some fish and sauteed spinach for dinner tonight. They also had a deal that if I spent $20 on their prepared soups, then I got $5 back. I got a few of the more expensive ones I've been wanting to try and fortunately they don't need to be eaten immediately so when this next warm streak calms down, I'll have soup for the cooler soup weather.
I went to the YMCA and worked the lower and upper body in the exercise pool for about 45 minutes and now I'm home and will be feeding the kitties once Junie's anti-nausea meds kick in. Poor thing barfed twice today. I thought the first was just hairball related and didn't dose her then.
I'd try to call Dad but he's neither answering the phone nor calling me back. The last time I talked to him was on his birthday on the 13th. Also, the crappy place he's in never took the box of bagels and cream cheese out his room and Sis discovered it there a week and a half later. Gross. Unfortunately there doesn't seem to be availability in any better of a place which blows. She wasn't happy that he's not getting out of bed but I think the poor guy is just waiting to go. I don't blame him, but I'm sad that he doesn't want to talk or reminisce or anything.
Not sure what to do with the rest of my day. Hopefully it's peaceful.
I went to the YMCA and worked the lower and upper body in the exercise pool for about 45 minutes and now I'm home and will be feeding the kitties once Junie's anti-nausea meds kick in. Poor thing barfed twice today. I thought the first was just hairball related and didn't dose her then.
I'd try to call Dad but he's neither answering the phone nor calling me back. The last time I talked to him was on his birthday on the 13th. Also, the crappy place he's in never took the box of bagels and cream cheese out his room and Sis discovered it there a week and a half later. Gross. Unfortunately there doesn't seem to be availability in any better of a place which blows. She wasn't happy that he's not getting out of bed but I think the poor guy is just waiting to go. I don't blame him, but I'm sad that he doesn't want to talk or reminisce or anything.
Not sure what to do with the rest of my day. Hopefully it's peaceful.