Hey RG...How are you, sis? When I read that you FB, I figured "oh, fuck"...I was hoping I'd found a sister from another mother, but I'm not an FB kinda gal. IMO it's far too superficial, but different strokes I guess.
I enjoy typing to ya, because these folks IRL don't have a clue. If they found one, I'd have to bend over and pick it up for them because they are fucking useless. But I'm not bitter.
I'm tickled you have your grand with you, as little ones keep you going...and going! Good stuff, IMO. I've always liked kids more than adults. I could never have my own, but basically raised 2 of my nieces while my sister lavished her libido. They've grown into young women now and moved across country. They won't be back. They cut ties with "parents" and extended family by association. Heartbreak, but I did everything I could for them.
Believe me, I understand the seduction of the bed. My therapist once told me to get up every morning, make the bed, and don't return until bedtime. I've done that for 25 years now. I'm so fucking OCD, I won't move even one of the bazillion pillows once it's made to perfection.
I confess, though...SHINGLES changed that for a while. I was forced to take leave of absence and self-isolate. I closed the shutters and existed in the darkness for months. YES, I also LOOKED like a monster.
I'm in a shitty place that I can't seem to escape. Kind of contradiction, I guess, with constipation putting me face down in the floor. I know that my intestines are being choked to death by adhesions of endometriosis. I fear further surgery will result in resection/colostomy. I can't handle that. I already have too much to "cope" with.
Sorry you're having a rough go of it. Hope you're feeling better by today! I must say that I "envy" Poke in a good way. I wish I was cruising down the Pacific Coast. We just bought an FJ Cruiser (hot yellow) that was on my bucket list. It needs a road trip! Wish we were driving over to our coast this weekend.
Instead, we're hosting 20+ family members for Labor Day. My husband said "Let's blow this bitch of parasites on holiday and hit the road"! I'm tempted. Instead, I'm cramped double for 2 days...can't eat or poop. My body thinks it's PMS even though my uterus and ovaries are a vague memory sans 20+ years. I'll get through it, and put on a major shindig for the bunch, with no one the wiser. As I said...Not a fucking clue.
I wish we lived closer. Hey, meet us at the Riviera...We'll blow out our flip flops!
~Dixi