That thing has taken off like wildfire and I am SO happy for him. I know he’s glad to get it out there and be done with the whole worry of what to do with it. I’ve already ordered mine. Go and get it!
Henrietta’s bed stopped working last night. If you remember, it’s a hospital bed. And if you’re new, my apologies while I whip out this fascinating story that, as per normal procedure, deals with an 86 year old woman, a wheelchair, diapers, poo, and bedpans. Eh…this is my life.
Anyway, I was scared she’d notice that she was being put to bed with it at an odd angle and not just raised up at the head with it bending in the middle. I figured I’d find her in a heap at the foot of it this morning, but no. She hadn’t worked her way that far down.
The problem was that it stopped raising and lowering after trying to lower the whole bed and only the foot went down. Then, it wouldn’t move at all. So after getting her fed, pooed, diapered, dressed, and drug into the wheelchair, the… bed maintenance man(?) showed up and literally beat hell out of a gizmo coming out of the motor with my hammer for about 20 minutes.
He finally decided to go out and get another foot board out of his box truck and replaced it and the whole thing finally went together as God intended all hospital beds to go together.
Of course Henrietta elected to sit in the room with us as this all took place and said at least one rosary while it was going on. So I’m pretty sure she gets at least some of the credit for the repair.
I get credit for getting the poo smell out of the room with a can of Febreeze before the guy showed up. Oh, that and finding a hammer for the only maintenance guy that shows up with no tools of his own. A hammer that didn’t even fix the problem.
Remember the caregiver provider that worked for the other company that we were using and stole $100.00 out of my purse while I was taking a bath? Well, I took another bath yesterday while Tanya was here and it was SO nice not to have to worry about anything. And I’m not just saying that because I never have any money in my purse anymore, either! Broke, broke, broke…
Our coffee maker has a water filter thing that is supposed to get changed every three months. I just found the box I kept that the filter came in the last time I changed it and the date I had written on it was June 8, 2008? Ten months. It’s a wonder we’re all still alive. John kinda freaked a tiny bit when I discovered it, but I wasn’t TRYING to kill us. Sometimes it just works out that way. It’s best if you can just handle these life and death situations with a chuckle. (You pick that up around here after a while.)
Now! In honor of my new camera, I have a few, widely varied pics to throw up, just simply because I can. Observe.
John making a goofy face at me when I tell him to, “Look!” so I can get a truly candid “Him”. Yeah. That’s about right…
“Seriously people, I just want to lie here and sleep. Get a life already.”
“Eh, I wasn’t kidding!”
This is truly one of my favorite finds lately. Payless has this nifty little thingamajig for a mere $2.99 and it is a Godsend. The sponge has some sort of oil(?) in it and it says on the bottom it is good for up to 100 uses. You just wipe it over any leather or vinyl and it is shinier than you could ever do with anything else. It is just as good as Armour All on the car dash and John’s dress shoes look much better than they ever looked with just shoe polish. Also good on purses and leather jackets. Love it!
We went downtown in Houston to the Medical Center to see one of John’s co-worker’s husband, who is in hospital with a brain aneurysm. Spring is everywhere and I just couldn’t resist. Sorry I didn’t crop out all the street first. Oh well.
One of the older hospitals we drove by. Apparently, it’s bigger than it looks. That’s the tail roter and overhead blades of a helicopter on top of it.
And lastly, it’s probably poor form to take pictures of your spouse while he/she is sleeping, but I thought it was so funny that he had just consumed a brownie before bed and when I came in and looked at him there was irrefutable proof on his lip. It looks kinda like a cold sore, but it’s not. Just a treat for the morning…
Well folks, I warned you that it was random shit and I am a woman of my word. I’m not going to apologize, you were warned.
Free toes, everybody!