Friday, April 6, 2012

Let's Call It a Week...

Saturday evening.  In my haste to get to the church on time to see the Easter play, I slit my pointer finger on a dogfood can lid while I was opening Gracie's food.  After cleaning up the bloody sink and dumping peroxide over my finger, I bandaged it and out the door I went.  It wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been my right hand.  The one I always use.  And it wouldn't have been so bad if I had use of my pinky (which I now had in a splint, helping the arthritis feel better).  Another reason I  put a splint on my pinky is because of over zealous hand shakers who have no idea that their firm, strong handshake  sends me through the roof in pain.  Ouch!!  

Anyhoo.  Gary is in Florida visiting with his uncle, so I am  running the office by myself.  

Gary has demands.  Do this. Do that. Don't forget to...  blah...blahh... blah...  

He insists I do a hearing aid delivery on Monday.  The very best and newest in technology (and very expensive I might add) is about to be delivered to one of our customers (with a very strong handshake by the way) and I am learning as I go along.  

Gary calls from Florida.   Make sure you turn the computers on ahead of time in the office.  

Yes, Gary.  I know Gary.   

The 1/2 hour between 9:30 and 10:00 is laden with stress for me.  Always running late, I grab the garbage to take to the outside trash holder.  It's windy.  I'm holding the phone in one hand as Gary rattles on through speaker phone.  With the other hand I open the top of the garbage holder, then pick up the bag and go to throw it inside.  Suddenly the wind slams the lid down on the side of my head/face, almost knocking me to the ground and I drop the phone and begin to sob.   

Inside, Gracie begs for her walk around the house.  

In the office, I dig out all of the hearing aid paraphernalia and connect to the computer to program.  I'm overwhelmed.  With one finger bandaged and another in a splint, I have 3 good fingers on my right hand to work with.  There are little doo dads and thingamajigs that need put on and taken off...  My close up vision isn't so good anymore.  Trying to do something about that... but that's a post for another day.  (one of those LOL posts)

Gary tries to help via speaker phone.  His picturesque description of how he's basking in the sun at the pool is not helping my mood.  I guess I'm mad.  

Three hours and tons of mistakes later, the hearing aids are ready to go.  I call the customer, hoping he decides to wait until Gary is back.  Nope. He wants to come up right now, even though he is sick with he's not sure what....  He sounds horrible.  Ugh.

When his delivery is complete and he leaves, I notice a tickle in my throat.  Could it be?  Naaahhh..  it's that power of suggestion.  You don't pick up a bug that fast.

Later that night, I'm sick.  I can't sleep.  My throat hurts.  I feel bad!!

Gary was sick last week.  I'm guessing he gifted me with his germs before he left.  Gee...  I sure hope he's getting a nice tan.

Dear Diary,

I wish Mom could get with it and stop taking me for the short walks.  Dad takes me for the long walks.  Why can't she take me for the long walks?  What is her problem??  Where is my dad?  I want my daddy!!! Gracie.


  1. you sound like you are in some dire need of a whole bunch of happy, so , I will wish you happy happy easter, it has to get better,,bad day that was, wow, take care of your fingers and take care of your flu or cold,

  2. Bobbi, So sorry you feel so bad and have had a rough week. I hope you get to feeling better very soon. Sending my love and happy Easter wishes to you and Gracie!

  3. MAMA said there would be days like this. You're the second blogger who I've read about who sliced a finger. REST, RELAX. Kick off your shoes. Drink a, glass of wine. Take a hot bath. Get past it. NEXT week has to be better. NEXT time GARY goes to FLORIDA, be sure you GO with him. Hope you somehow manage to have a HAPPY EASTER. Take care of the finger.PS) GRACIE, grow up. Your momma is hurting. COMFORT her. She's your BEST FRIEND FOREVER, remember?

  4. Ouch, I have cut my finger on cat food cans a couple of times and ended up in the emergency room for stitches. No fun!

    Hope you feel better soon!

  5. Gee, I think you had a bad day- that needed to come to an end. One thing after another- it seemed.
    We hope you feel better. Those stupid bugs always think they need to be shared with everyone.
    Daddy will be home soon, Gracie.
    Then you can go for the long walk.

  6. I so hates to laughs at your expense cuz I knows you hads a really bad week but dis is so much likes my mum it ain't even funny!
    Wells at least you can't point dat split finger at Gracie. Well I guess you could but it would hurt so I wouldn't.
    Hey, when my dad talks to my mum her hears dat same blah, blah, blah stuffs. Is dat just what comes out of men's mouths?

    PS: I tried to gets to your blog at likes dark thirty and couldn't

  7. Dear Bobbi, I'm so sorry you had such a bad week and are feeling so rotten! I'm hoping that Gracie is just lovin up on you and making you feel better. Wow what a rotten way to spend the time while your hubby is away-you are supposed to go play. Wish I could come help you. Hope your weekend is looking better by now.
    Hugs, Noreen

  8. I wish I lived closer and I'd volunteer to help you out anyway I could. Rest up this weekend and get to feeling better. Blessings to you and your family this Easter season.

  9. Sounds like you had a terrible week; I think that always helps when the hubby is away; when mine traveled things would break and the kids would always be sick. We can only hope you have a peaceful Easter tomorrow! Happy Easter to you and yours!


  10. Hello, precious friend Bobbi! Have been out - of - town and such and am just now getting back online.... Goodness.... sorry you had some overwhelmed experiences... that's no fun! Wish I could give you and Gracie both big hugs.... gentle ones, with no hurting handshake!

    Take heart, hopefully things will "level out" for you this week!


  11. One of 'those' days for sure! But you got through it Bobbi along with the help of a cold bug!!
    Hope things got better for you and that Gary will repent, I mean bring you lots of gifts and TLC upon his return!


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