Happy 93rd Birthday, herring's hubby!
My MiL's 91st b'day was on Monday.
herring, I haven't been able to get on any site for the last 1/2 hour and when I checked "diagnostics" it basically said the internet was in a traffic jam (that's my take on their 'this site can't be reached' notice) Now, I tried a third time, and lo! and behold! there you are!
I was wanting to go on line to order some shoes I saw on Amazon; I am very fussy about my shoes, and it is difficult to find 1/2 sizes, or narrows, but sometimes --- and I'm hoping this time --- I get lucky. *fingers crossed* that I can get on Amazon and find they are operational, and have my size and color choice! Shoe shopping and bra shopping are two things I just HATE, followed by getting jeans in 'long' or 'tall'. That is one other thing I can't stand -- having my ankle bones sticking out below the pants hems!
Hubby's gone to get a haircut (I had mine yesterday). Nannie has walked twice (3 times back'n'forth on the driveway). Ozzie is looking nifty in his turquoise sweater. I took his sweater off yesterday and brushed him all over more than any place else; he was practically in a trance. Today he stood here shivering, so I put a sweater on him, and he neither curled his lips at me, nor did he do his growl-fuss-warning, so I guess that's what he wanted. If he hadn't wanted it on, he would've let me know!
Found a liquor store receipt on the floor of my car; I KNEW hubby'd been drinking some on the sly. He doesn't get obnoxious, but as a child of an alcoholic, I am attuned to subtle changes in voice, etc. I handed him the receipt and said, "I'm not going to yell at you or argue, but I have something to say. I know Nannie can drive you crazy, and you're scared because your daughter has breast cancer, but booze isn't the way to handle things. The anti-depressant you went to the doctor to have changed was supposed to help you feel better. I know you told me once that tequila doesn't affect your blood-sugar readings like other liquor, but keeping your blood-sugar within range (which he always does) isn't the point. With the meds you are on, and all your pre-existing conditions, your internal organs could be quite badly affected without you knowing it until it's too late. In other words, it's bad enough the way you handle your diet (doesn't eat all day, except for a cookie here and there, has a really BIG supper, and gets up to snack around 1 AM ....cookies or a PB sandwich), BUT, you are asking for trouble by still drinking. Now, since you are still smoking because you say NOT smoking ruins your quality of life, and 'all' the quitting methods you 'sort of' tried don't work, that's unhealthy enough all on it's own, especially since you had your lung collapse twice at the beginning of this year. But I don't want you to make me a widow faster than it might happen as it is. And, yes, it's true, *I* could crap-out before you, with my family's history of heart attacks and aneurysms, but by you still drinking, you are courting a whole lot more trouble than you're bargaining for. It is entirely possible you won't die right away even if you do have a stroke or liver problems or any of the other things that could happen, so think about it. Seriously. Find an AA meeting, or go "cold turkey" like you did successfully 2 years ago. I just don't feel like having a chronically ill or dead husband, because I love you, and we still have to live long enough to enjoy OUR retirement."
That's all I said, all in an even tone of voice; then I went back inside the house and made lunch for me and Nannie. He didn't say anything, just folded up the liquor-store receipt four times and stuck it in his pocket. Guess feedback/apologies/whatever, will come later, after he's been thinking about it. All I can do is what I did, and hand it over to God. I just don't want to be wringing my hands again over this. Praying and practicing detachment is what I'll be doing.
What I really want to say is, "Oh CRAP! You IDIOT! You're going to be ruining everybody's life, not just your own! Follow your diet! Get some kind of exercise, even if it is just walking. Stop drowning your guts, because you KNOW it really doesn't help you FEEL any better!"
OK I have vented my spleen. Talk whichoos all laydah!