Sweet Child of Mine...

one of my favorite songs is roaring in the background, if roaring can be described as in the back ground.  Andrew and his friend, Dalton are still here.  They have been good boys and done all I've asked, even grocery shopping during our turmoil.

Last night I sat in the car, bra-less and unshaven, waiting while they shopped.  We have lunch meat, no bread, we have Skittles and peanut butter.  We have a huge watermelon, ice cream, and a cake.  We have four bags of chips and lots of pop to drink.  We have chewing gum so we will not starve.  They are good boys and know what to do with a blank signed check. I did ask if they enjoyed their lunch meat wrapped around Skittles since that was the only way I could think they may eat that lunch meat.

I seemed to have wilted after our little incident and we all are just flopping around inside air conditioned rooms...we are tired or relieved, I don't know which, maybe both.

The tooth remains, the hubby recovers, I have no nut pills so it could get much worse.  I return to work tomorrow, no better from my time off. Who knows which way the wind will blow.

All is well, as far as I can tell.  I did let the insurance caller know how the cow ate the cabbage.  They have this new and improved program to call and see how you are after a release from the hospital.  It has happened the last three times.  This time was not pretty.  I said, look, I know you are doing your job but if I have questions, I'll call you.  We just came home from a hospital, I don't want to chat nor hear the phone ring.  We want to rest!  These phone calls are bordering on harassment and, please, remove me from your how are you feeling call list because right now, at this moment, talking to you, for no damn good reason is not making me "feel good".  When she could get a word in edge wise, she promised to put a note in my file about my dislike of the new service.  Poor girl! 

After three days of working into the night, dragging furniture around and keeping busy because I could not sleep, it has caught up with me and, believe me, it ain't a pretty sight.

I have no pictures.  I loaded all to my external hard drive, scanned and defragged.  I have done nothing but refill my drinking glass, nap and play with the computer, oh, and checked to see if hubby is still breathing, now and then.

If this sounds a little crazy, it is simply because I am.  Thank you for all your well wishes and prayers.  As you can tell from this, they are sorely needed.