I'll just type these as I pick up the scraps of paper I have written on...
THURSDAY MAY 20,
I just arrived home from work.. closing the door and screaming inside myself
" I want my life back".. I can feel that Sandi is tired of my moaning (bitching) and grey mood every day on our long ride to work and the long ride home...I can not afford to stop working.. I need to get a car I can trust to be able to make the drive to the base safely.. I am miles from stores 25 miles to Barstow and 66 miles to Victorville and the doctors that are NOW in my like..FRIDAY May 21Sandi finds another car 'for sale' in the Main PX parking lot.. it is a 1999 Plymouth Breeze with 149 k miles will call on it.. It seems a bit better than the 79 Ford pick up... A person needs a good vehicle for this desert area.. Summer heat of 12o* and winter down to 10*...
SATURDAY MAY 22
No headache or leg cramps YET..
It is too difficult to use bold and color to make a point as they are hard for me to get them off and go back to regular type..
Today the shoer is coming to do trims on the last 4 of my horses... It is very windy..
I will get the horses wormed too... OH, I know his young helper is trying to help but you need to handle Arabians different than cold bloods.. OH, I should have just done it myself..
So we get the 3 mares done while Raynebow is 'horsin' and move over to my stallion.. I didn't realize the young guy had walked over first and had C out.. I have a special way of handling him and wanted the rules followed.. but not to be... Bill the head shoer has bad knees and is the best I have ever seen in his profession.. he works real quite and steady and gives the animals a feeling of every thing is OK.. I usually hold "C" but with the brace I didn't .. these are large 1000 lb animals no matter how clam they are they can get scared and knock you over if you can not move fast enough.. By now I am crying, and decide to give "C" the wormer myself and he promptly spits it out.. He is the one I wanted wormed the most as stress has him loosing weight.. I can not take him out to the round pen or large paddock..
SUNDAY MAY 23..
TEARS... I have been good about not crying tears.... although I am verbally crying the blues all the time till I have to not contact people(even my kids) cause I am such a complainer.. I know I am on the way to old age but I resent being pushed into it by the now referred to as 'bitch'.
Saturday May 15
The hot wire is shorted, I can not find the short and have walked(dragging my braced leg) all over the 5 AC twice.. so it must be on the outside line where I usually drive the pick up so I can alert the snakes I am coming.. but WAITE NO PICK UP anymore... more headaches,, used to say "I don't get headaches, I give them" but has life changed..
Sunday May 16..
Couldn't sleep, congested, morning headache..
Thursday May 20
CHP finally returned my calls, left me with a complete feeling of doom.. I think I thought they were my last chance and now that is gone too.. She didn't have insurance when she hit me but now she does her Company has taken her back.. yes she will get a ticket for running the stop sign and driving without insurance, I guess... seems like a 'fix it' ticket to me... yep, she has turned my life into hell and gets a slap in the wrist...
So I call ch 7 looking to Rick Romero, he no longer helps the helpless..
OH WHAT A SCARE, after typing on this 1 1/2 hours I thought I'd lost it
just a couple more notes in general...
you young folk with healthy functioning bodies won't understand how as you age your body dies a little at a time, your young firm skin wrinkles and everyone see that but you are wrinkling inside too.. so now long car trips are designed as to where the next bathroom is located.. day by day functions, let me see how far will I be away from a rest room in case my bowels want to move.. well, now I have to consider other people , those who are stuck driving me about.. to me no one should have to announce I need the rest room NOW.. If you have your own car you just drive there..
I work behind a barber chair and have for the past 15 years turned that chair with my left knee to be able to keep my hands on the client.. not anymore, that leg is in a brace... I can not drive a manuel transmission, nor ride my horses and handle the stallion.. did I mention I live on 5 acres that I love.. who do you think cared for all this.. two legged ME can you read the anger.. I have been rushed into old age when I didn't feel old at all.... BEFORE
seems this brace is hurting the V Vein from child birth on my left leg and doing a bit of trouble on the right leg for its doing all the work...
better post before I loose this