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May. 30th, 2023 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
m_of_disguiseLong weekend was nice to catch up on lounging. There were many kitties to snoogle, many series finales to watch (Barry, Succession, and Mrs. Maisel). In all it was a nice weekend of doing nothing.
The only low point was that my sister flaked out on me for lunch on Monday. I texted her that morning asking her what time she wanted to meet, and she told me that she had scheduled a vet checkup for one of her horses for that day and asking if we could reschedule. No, I can't do lunch during the week, and no, I absolutely do not want to do dinner when I am, as a rule now, a miserable zombie after 3pm. ~sigh~ She made some thin apologies and then a half hour later posted a picture of a cookout with her friends, so I get the distinct feeling I was thrown over for more boozy plans with her buddies.
I didn't expect it to, but it brought up all sorts of feelings from when I was a kid/teen and my dad would make plans with me for one thing or another that I'd be excited about and then the day-of would cancel because he decided to work instead. Hmm.
M took me to dinner instead, and since I've been wanting hush puppies and chicken fried steak we hit Razoo's since they have both. Very satisfying!
M has found a new mystery ailment to obsess over. He's not a hypochondriac in that he doesn't worry about catching any sort of mild ailment that might be the topic of the week, but I swear, he is convinced his body is on the verge of complete disintegration. Now he is convinced that he has a deviated septum and that is what's causing him to snore. (Last month he was convinced his thyroid was dead or dying, even though we still have his last lab results that show that his levels are fine.) He keeps asking me if he's breathing more through is mouth, whether he breathes through his nose while he's sleeping, demonstrating how clogged one side of his nose is as compared to the other, a whole song and dance routine about his sinuses.
He does not have a deviated septum. He has allergies. We went to CVS and picked him up some allergy meds, and surprise! He's feeling better.
Anyway, he eventually ties all his complaints back to his weight, since he's gained quite a bit since college. I keep telling him to start a routine, and he hems and haws and never does. I love him to death, but his constant focus on his imagined ailments is getting exhausting.
Short week this week, and our next three-day weekend is only two more weeks away!
The only low point was that my sister flaked out on me for lunch on Monday. I texted her that morning asking her what time she wanted to meet, and she told me that she had scheduled a vet checkup for one of her horses for that day and asking if we could reschedule. No, I can't do lunch during the week, and no, I absolutely do not want to do dinner when I am, as a rule now, a miserable zombie after 3pm. ~sigh~ She made some thin apologies and then a half hour later posted a picture of a cookout with her friends, so I get the distinct feeling I was thrown over for more boozy plans with her buddies.
I didn't expect it to, but it brought up all sorts of feelings from when I was a kid/teen and my dad would make plans with me for one thing or another that I'd be excited about and then the day-of would cancel because he decided to work instead. Hmm.
M took me to dinner instead, and since I've been wanting hush puppies and chicken fried steak we hit Razoo's since they have both. Very satisfying!
M has found a new mystery ailment to obsess over. He's not a hypochondriac in that he doesn't worry about catching any sort of mild ailment that might be the topic of the week, but I swear, he is convinced his body is on the verge of complete disintegration. Now he is convinced that he has a deviated septum and that is what's causing him to snore. (Last month he was convinced his thyroid was dead or dying, even though we still have his last lab results that show that his levels are fine.) He keeps asking me if he's breathing more through is mouth, whether he breathes through his nose while he's sleeping, demonstrating how clogged one side of his nose is as compared to the other, a whole song and dance routine about his sinuses.
He does not have a deviated septum. He has allergies. We went to CVS and picked him up some allergy meds, and surprise! He's feeling better.
Anyway, he eventually ties all his complaints back to his weight, since he's gained quite a bit since college. I keep telling him to start a routine, and he hems and haws and never does. I love him to death, but his constant focus on his imagined ailments is getting exhausting.
Short week this week, and our next three-day weekend is only two more weeks away!