Interestingly enough the dentist visit was horrible but not for the reason one would normally assume.... my appointment went well, I went in first..while R filled out his first time visit form...I was in the chair for almost an hour (keep in mind it has been 7 yrs since our last cleaning) the hygienist said my teeth were actually pretty clean...and we spent most of the time chatting about our neighbours winning 16.9 million...I went out to the waiting room and R's turn was next....he looked like he was heading to the gallows...as he drug his feet all the way down the hall....he was in there for 2 hours...(the crappy coffee he drinks stains his teeth...and he had some bad fillings..that the dentist was called over to look at) so I was in a stuffy waiting room comma by the time he came out and didn't see him approaching...so I was quite startled when he nudges my shoulder and grabs my bag, looking for his check book. He grunts, let's go...but he had to pay at the front desk...he was horribly rude and abrupt...barely speaking just grunting...he wouldn't look at the girls working there or speak...and they were looking at him with apprehension...rolling their eyes and looking askance at me...what could I say...I just shrugged my shoulders. He refused to make further appointments to have his fillings fixed or anything.....so we left... I had to fight the urge to rush back into the building and apologize for his behavior....he was surly all the way home...and then when I finally couldn't take it anymore...and told him how juvenile he was behaving and that I was embarrassed enough that next time I was sitting across the waiting room from him and pretending I didn't know him....he got all embarrassed and tried to laugh his way out of it...as if... I told him when he goes to get his fillings done...and he will....or I will pull his teeth out myself...and he can gum his food for the next 20 years....that he had better take the adavan (drug) they offer for anxiety or else....
I guess this is turning into an R bashing....since he has been particularly annoying this past week...ahahahahaha
on Friday in costco...he had to return something so I took the cart and started shopping...I was in the meat section looking at some chicken cuts, I left the buggy parked beside one cooler, tucked out of the way...and was gone only about 20 seconds but when I returned the buggy was gone....so you know I don't see so good out of one eye and I get a little flustered in big crowds and the store was a zoo....so I spun around thinking I was going crazy. I accosted some couple who were walking away, thinking they had taken my buggy by mistake...but to my mortification, it wasn't mine....then I spot a man in a jean jacket way down the aisle...lurking beside a huge cardboard box containing a hot tub...he was leaning out from around the box peering in my direction....and it was R...he had stolen the cart and hid it behind the box and was watching my reaction.....HA, HA, HA...very funny....I hate practical jokes...I don't play them and I don't like them played on me...remember that. We made eye contact and then I said out loud "you better start running" . I don't think he could hear me but I believe he read my lips...because he suddenly disappeared...and when I got to the corner he was half way down the aisle...when I caught up to him I grabbed his elbow and said that he is just hilarious...and that if he ever did such a nasty thing to me again...I would cut off his balls...with a dull knife....hahahahaha he paled deliciously.... I realize now that I over reacted...but I was having a bad day already...and was about to go to the pharmacy and get my first blood glucose monitor...so I was in a foul mood already.... I told R he had a very bad sense of self preservation...and he might want to rethink the poking a stick into the bears cage....hahahahahahahahahaha
Saturday, we finally had some more hay dry enough to bale and got to use the new baler...that's right...just jump right into a new piece of equipment and start baling...no prep time, no dry run, no easing into it....just start baling...and he ran over to the other tractor and began raking the hay into rows....I have to admit to acting quite juvenile and having a hissy fit....I swore, gave him the finger and ranted and raved....all in the privacy of my own tractor cab of course...but I am sure to a passer by it would have looked like I was having a seizure....so I am baling and this god damned computer keeps beeping, squealing, alarms are going off and I have no idea what the hell it all means....so I proceeded to have an anxiety attack...now lets put it into perspective please....this is the same woman who's husband and infant son died in her arms on two separate occasions, a woman who's first husband cut three fingers off on a piece of equipment and had to race him into the hospital...all without panicking and losing her mind...but for what ever reason only God and possibly my doctors know...I can not stand up to any kind of stress now...without turning into a screaming virago...insert mortification here please.....
R was a distant witness to my poor behavior and as punishment for my lack of self control I am forcing myself to write about it on this blog...needless to say, when I regained my sanity, I felt quite sheepish...and drained...the baling went without too many glitches...and we caught up to the rake. We quit around 10 pm and I was sacked...got home and collapsed into bed...only to awaken a couple of hours later with back spasms and joint pain and R had to massage and drug me to get me back to sleep... when I am sure all he wanted to do was wrap his fingers around my throat and squeeze....ahahahahaha
This morning I am walking very carefully so as not to jar my self and have my back spasm...this is the trade off we make when I am pressed into service at busy times...
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