Goodness. I finally have more than five minutes to write. Granted, I’m in the middle of doing stuff (baking cookies and doing Troy’s laundry and sorting through Troy’s shirts), but I figured I could take a break for a little bit. The past month or so has been so crazy and I haven’t really taken any time for myself, so I’ve been way stressed and made myself sick. Two days after I got home from vacation, Troy had his mouth worked on and was way doped up on pain pills, so I spent the following several weeks taking care of him and driving him around. Him being high on demerol and lortab was rather helpful for the car situation, since my car was/is still being worked on. The only major downside was that since I was using his car and he needed a driver, I had to pretty much just stay at his house for two and a half weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I like hanging out with Troy and being around him. I just missed my cat a lot and my freedom. I hate feeling like I’m trapped and not being able to have the option to come and go as I please makes me feel trapped. Of course, Troy kept telling me I could go do whatever whenever I needed to, but I always felt bad when I thought about just going home and spending time with my cat because he couldn’t really eat anything because of the graft, so he wasn’t really eating much at all and sometimes the pain pills made him really sick. The first three nights were pretty bad. Poor guy woke up throwing up the first night and woke up moaning in pain the next several. I was glad I was there so I could get him his pills and try to help him feel better. He ate smoothies every couple of hours the first week and a half because his mouth hurt too much to eat much else. We ran to the store about every other night because he’d run out of ice cream or milk or fruit. I tried to get him to eat vegetable smoothies, but he refused. lol. It was pretty funny when I’d suggest different ingredients. You’d think I was suggesting he eat arsenic or something like that. Crazy guy. After a week and a half, he was ready to try something a bit more solid, so I made mashed potatoes and mixed in ground beef. He ate that for a few days and that helped him feel better. At the two and a half week mark, he still couldn’t really chew anything, but I made him a chicken and rice soup anyways and that went well. I’m so glad he’s back to eating normal food now. I didn’t like seeing him feeling so awful and being weak from the lack of nutrition.
Even with him feeling better, my car is still gone. I WAS using his car, but then my neighbor door-dinged his car and now I no longer drive his car. He was soooooooooooo not happy about that. He told me I either had to stay at his house from then on or he would drop me off at home and then pick me up and take me to work, but that he didn’t really want to do that, so my choice was to stay at his house. Anyone who knows me know that I don’t like being forced to do anything. Yeah, it’s not a horrible thing to stay at Troy’s house, but it loses some of the enjoyment when it’s something I’m forced to do. So, yeah, I was not very happy. The car guys keep telling me I can have my car back the next day, but then when I call to confirm a pickup time, they say it will have to be another day or two. They’ve had my car since June 30th. Why on earth do they still have my car?!?!?! Something is so not right and it’s really starting to tick me off.
