Kids got stuff they liked. I’m still missing some gifts. They are here somewhere. 🤷🏻♀️ I’ve been in so much pain, or medicated to keep track of things. I ended up not wrapping a single gift because I was in so much pain from the leg injury and my back issues. I did “department store fold” the clothing, which was perfect because we decided to take 4 boxes and recycle them. I had a tub for each person and I’d toss an item to my wife, she’d put it in a box (cuz it was already neatly folded) and hand it to the recipient to open. It worked out well and since each gift landed ever so briefly in a box, there was still a bit of mystery and it wasn’t like giving them a bin of not wrapped, unfolded items.
My wife picked up my daughter Christmas Eve night after her day program holiday party. At that point I was prepping healthy apps and on major pain meds and steroids, so I wasn’t gonna drive. I also thought it might be nice for my wife and daughter to have some time together, maybe so they might get along better. Oh...SILLY ME! It did not last until my son’s birthday on the 28th. Since New Year’s Eve it’s been hell. The arguing, the yelling, the swearing and bad name calling. Yup. I heard the “b” word many times. Once is too much. My daughter wouldn’t dare call me the “b” word, but apparently it’s ok to call my wife that and vice versa. I really don’t understand the need to yell and be so...snippy.
I took my daughter for her COVID-19 test Wednesday. She’ll get the results Friday or Monday and she’ll be going back to the group home probably that same day. Had warranty service out last week because of a few issues with the new Whirlpool gas range. Rubber in between the cooktop seam which was just for transport and should have been removed when delivered. The person I talked to at Whirlpool didn’t know that, so she added it to the service order. My floor got scratched up so we thought the feet might be missing. Turned out there was a piece of glass stuck to a foot. The last item was the top of the stove where the electronic controls are was wobbly. The tech said all the stoves are like that now. Nice. Way to save money by making it flimsy. I got the 5 year extended warranty, so if there is an issue, it’s covered. They just don’t make stuff like they used to. My old Jenn Air gas range which I got used, I got 10 years of use out of it. That was money well spent.
My wife and I installed our new Whirlpool gas range. My wife would have done it, but she couldn’t loosen the nut on the old gas line. I thought I’d give it a go. Wrench on the bottom nut, 2nd wrench on the top nut. What my wife didn’t realize is that for gas lines it’s not righty tighty, lefty loosey. It’s righty loosey, lefty tighty. So she was tightening it instead of loosening it. When I went to give it a go it immediately loosened! Oh man! She was not happy. She takes pride in DIY stuff, as I do and she was not liking that something she struggled with for an hour took me 1 minute.
I still haven’t had my knee MRI. It’s scheduled for next week, however, my insurance sent approval for an entirely different MRI place. Thursday I will be on the phone with my insurance to get that fixed before I contact the hospital to pre-register. Then I have to talk to them regarding issues with PT balances due. This should have been resolved before I ran out of shoulder visits. (I got more visits approved, but haven’t had a visit due to the knee injury.) I went for the PT evaluation appointment where they keep insisting I have a co-pay. I don’t, so I have to talk to the insurance about that and ask them to conference call the PT place with me...again. If this doesn’t get resolved I am not doing anymore PT unless there is an in network provider that is not the one next door to my doctor. In the past every time I went there I was injured within the first 3 visits and had to see my doctor and stop PT for a couple months. I don’t like the therapists there...can you blame me? I’ve gone there for 3 separate injuries/conditions and all 3 times I was injured because they made me do exercises or movements that I had no business doing. Example: I shouldn’t have been made to lie on the machine where you use your legs to push a weighted barrier. Instant sciatica. I had severe back pain after my surgery and the weighted barrier was too much for me. Also, the 2 therapists that work there split their time at 3 other locations, so, going to a different location I would still be seeing them. Nope!
Today was scary exhausting. My wife and I were glued to the tv watching the chaos that unfolded at the Capitol. After several hours I started checking Facebook to see what was being said about it. That’s just not a rabbit hole you want to enter. Wild, crazy conspiracy theories, smack talking and nastiness. I pretty much stuck with the activist group I’m in. No...I’m not an activist and I don’t play one on tv. I stumbled across the group and discovered it was a better source for local news/politics than the local groups I’m in. Also, virtually every group member is like-minded. In fact I don’t think I’ve checked any of those groups for nearly a month. Too much nastiness, Karen-talking, and fighting. It was just too stressful to read and I really wasn’t getting any local intel. I have some Facebook friends strategically on “30-day snooze” because of politics. One of the first to get snoozed was my wife’s elder sister. In general, she’s pretty “out there”, but it’s the tone of her posts and her attitude. Apparently the party she belongs to is the only correct party and she just bulldozes anyone that disagrees. (Very much like her God is THE only God and if you don’t believe in HER God...well you know where you’re going.) Since she’s on snooze I didn’t get to see her take on the day, but my wife read to me her posts about it with the comments. They were comments from older relatives whose viewpoint did not coincide with hers. She was just NASTY. And not in a Janet Jackson way. She was very disrespectful to them and then in a huff she took her ball and went home. She blasted every commenter and when she figured out she was alone in her view of the day’s happenings she got huffy and swore off Facebook for at least the 10th time since thanksgiving. Whateves! If you can’t have a polite discourse, don’t bother. I’ve mostly stopped commenting on Facebook. Not because of any ugliness or any issues. I just feel so stressed and depressed that I just don’t want to bother. Most of my Facebook friends are my wife’s relatives, or people from my neighborhood or from high school. The neighborhood and high school “friends” are very clickish. Like back in high school where I was always the odd one out. The neighborhood “friends” are all over the country, but you can tell they all communicate outside of Facebook and those communications often spill onto Facebook. Like plans to get together. I really should graduate to not reading their posts. It’s taken awhile to go to not commenting, so maybe I’ll gradually stop reading them and just read stuff in the cooking groups I’m in. This no friends in real life sucks. It’s hard enough trying to make friends as an adult. Throw in a pandemic and it’s just impossible.
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