Sunday, September 12, 2010

I love visitors

Since I have been down and out, I have enjoyed a variety of visitors.  Trey stopped by to show off his new, dressy outfit.  He's really a handsome young man!  Great outfit, Trey.


Ky has stopped by with the kids on several occasions,  Dad read stories to Kres, and Kres and Ella loved playing in the big tree out in front of the condo

Friday, September 10, 2010

I Cried!

I felt like crying.

I looked at the clock--3 a.m.--I couldn't sleep and was sitting in the big chair in the living room.

My legs hurt soooo bad, both of them.  If asked to describe the pain, I would say, "It feels like giant snakes are going up and down my leg spewing their venom as they go." 

But, no one was there to tell that to.  Just me.  In pain.

Yesterday my back was swollen like a soft ball.  I iced it.  It didn't help.

It worried me.  I called the Dr's office.  "Come in tomorrow," she said.  "9:45"

Now, only 6 3/4 hours until 9:45!

I prayed  the pain would  go away--that I could sleep.  And

I cried.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Cribbage "15-2, . . . .15-1?"

The other day I was bored, so Isent Ron to the store to buy a Cribbage game.  We often sit around on Sunday evening and play, and I win a little les than half the time.  But I love to play.

Anyone who knows the game, knows that you count cards that add up to 15 or 31, as the case might be. 
You deal 6 cards to each player, and each player puts 2 in the "kitty". It's a pretty simple game. 

But, wait, add a pain pill to a muscle relaxer and then try to count to 15!!

Here's an example of how our game went.  Ron layed down a 10 and said, "ten", I then laid down a five and said , "Fifteen for 2"  I then proeeded to move Ron's peg two points instead of my own.  "Wait," he said, "what are you doing?"  I'm moving my peg two points  "but that's my peg--Im blue, you are red. You moved my peg." 

"oh," I said and then moved my red peg 2 in front of his blue peg."  "now what are you doing." 

"I don't know??"{ I said.  "I moved my red peg like you said."  "just don't touch the pegs," he said, as he moved them correctly.  "Now I play the next card."  He layed down a 2 and said, "17"  I laid down a 7 and said, "7".  He huffed a little and said, "now let's start all over. We had 15, and i laid down a 2 for 17.  Then you laid down a 7.  What's 17 + 7?".  I looked confused, an used myh fingers to count 17 + 7.
 "24" I proudly announced.


Ron laid down a 7 and said "31 for a go and a pair worth 2 for a total of 4."
By then I was totally befuddled and ready to cry.  ":What happened to 35?"
He was in shock--but patienely told me 35 has nothing to do with the game.    So,I started to gather the cards and shurrle them   "WHat are you doing," he asked befuddled.  I'm  suffling the cards. "

"WAit, put those cards down, we \ need to do our count."
"I thougt our ount was 35!" I said,
"isn't it your nap time?"  Roln asked
"Well, maybe,"  I said, "but you promised me a game of Cribbage". . . .

Whoever claims drugs don't affect cognitive skills has never played Cribbage after taking a powerful pain pill and a muscle relaxer!  Poor 'Ron--He' s a trooper.