It is all about Big Daddy's knee

One thing Curly and I agree on is sparkly shoes, she loves them and I buy them.

The end of February Big Daddy got his right knee replaced.

 A couple years ago he had the left one replaced and that was the worst one. It was terrible, the recovery was long and painful and nothing about it was pleasant. It was a real horror story. He was back to work in about 2 weeks and he should have stayed home longer.

He had the last surgery on a Thursday and was home Friday late afternoon. Not by choice but it worked out okay. He was planning to spend an extra day and his doctor wanted him gone. BD thinks it is his reputation, I burn em and turn em in 24 hours. I think it is because the hospital has gone downhill with the new owners and it is a cost save. The doctor and I almost had words and I think everyone in the joint knew we were not happy so they got us out of there fast. Which is what I wanted and my major complaint. When they were good the discharge was a hot mess. This one was unbelievable.

This hospital used to be the best and the downhill slide is hard to see. The volunteer in the surgery waiting room is having some sort of flirty relationship with a doctor, in the hall, away from her station and just waves people in--Go on in I will catch you later. Yea right. When they brought BD back to his room I was reading and he wanted his glasses and the TV. No TV thing. So about 20 minutes or so later a nurse comes in and starts loudly demanding to know how long BD had been there. She was furious, she is supposed to be contacted to sign off on the transfer. She was writing everyone up and one hot badass woman. Problem was I was her whipping boy and I don't work there. Then things went downhill.

So God was with us and I got him in the house without his falling on his ass. Our house is not user friendly for people with a walker and it was the coldest day of the year after a snow storm. This was Friday night. He cooked dinner. Monday he went to the eye doctor and picked up his glasses and went to the market. Friday he went to the doctor, took me to lunch and was back to work on Monday. This was a piece of cake.

Then Gov Gretchen Whitmer, not my favorite person, closed his Psychical Therapy Place Which is at his Doctors Office and ONLY used by his doctor's patients. This place is not Planet Fitness or Gold's Gym, (which she also closed) it is a damn place for surgery patients to rehab so the damn surgery does not fail. What is wrong with this asshat.

This is also the woman that wanted to add a 45 cent a gallon gas task to fix the damn roads. We already have the highest gas in the nation and she wants more and trust me the money for the roads never goes to the roads. Been there done that.

Oh and everyone in town is talking shit about the hospital.

What I did on my summer vacation

Obviously I did not learn how to post pictures properly.

Don't have a clue on that pic. Some Santa thing from China.

I have been spending most of my time in health related activities:

Physical Therapy on my back and neck 3 days a week. One of which involves some kind of massage which is really painful torture. 

One or two days a week at a different kind of doctor. This coming week will be a cardiologist. I still have to fill out that paperwork.

Once a week or so with my mother, lately it is back to the movies. Star Trek, I highly recommend. The Chinese restaurant on Ford Road I would skip. Also a regular visit to Walgreen's which I am starting to look forward to that visit. Also saw Jason Bourne, not a bad movie if you do not mind a bit of blood and gore, it is my mom's favorite. Yes, she is 82. 

I have not found a dog and that is God's way of telling me this is No Time For Dogs.

Big Daddy recently returned from China and is preparing to start a new job with a new company, he needs new clothes. The old company was really slack on looking sharp. And he may not be returning to China in the near future. Hurrah. 

Read some books but the only one I would call a winner was "The Girl From The Savoy", really a nice read about the early 20th century in England. 

My SIL has me convinced to paint my house in Chalk Paint, we will see. 

My precious Curly is walking and dancing and is quite precocious, maybe she will take after me. 

I need to keep putting one foot in front of the other and just keep on keeping on, hopefully more to follow. 

More crap

This is what Big Daddy is going to look for in the "phony market", cannot remember the correct name right now. Getting alot of that cannot remember my words recently. Just remembered, it is called the copy market.

Big Daddy is once again back in China, at a new to him hotel and holy shit, there is a bible in the room. Quite unusual, and it is not a Gideon.

I have to call the heating and cooling people tomorrow as I am no longer cooling. Kinda sucks.

The "Wellness" appointments are just strange. The physical therapy seems to be working, I am feeling better. The call from the allergist telling me I am not allergic to fish according to my bloodwork just upsets me. Not that I want to be allergic to anything, but I am not happy about random excessive swelling of my face to the point I cannot breathe through my nose. I think that sucks. And now I have to go into her office and eat the salmon, that I provide, and it is a 2 hour appointment. And I cannot do that until Big Daddy comes home in case I die or whatever.

I am also now in therapy so I can bitch and moan to someone about all this bullshit. I told her about my heart episodes and she gave me some hope that maybe it is panic attacks and not heart attacks.

My mom and I just had a heart to heart about her preference of staying at low budget motels where you enter from the parking lot and pray you do not get shot by the riff raff that seems to prefer these establishments. I really do not like these type of lodgings. She has always had a weakness for the worst in life. I don't know why but I know we cannot travel anymore with this obstacle between us. This is gonna put a kabosh on the Noah's Ark experience.

Zoey cat is happy as I am feeding her. And giving her cookies.

My  sweetest angel of the world, Curly, is walking. And I am predicting that she will make her parents more crazy than even I can imagine. And I say, you go girl.