September 25, 2009

• #2...Some Forgotten Stuff

  When I woke up yesterday (Thursday), I was in a strange position and had a weird reaction to it.  I was laying on my back with my left hand thrown out from my body and it was pointing downward.  I had to have been in a really sound sleep because when I lifted my arm, my hand was incredibly swollen.    My fingers looked like sausages and the whole hand area looked like an overextended balloon hand or a latex glove you blew up to amuse some kid.

  It scared me because I had a ring on my finger and it looked like it was dug in tightly but, when I twisted it, I found I could do it easily and even move it a bit up and down.  *Phew!*  It took HOURS for that fluid to move out of the hand area.  It took almost a half hour before I could actually bend my fingers in toward my palm easily. 

  I spent about two hours constantly moving the hand and arm, flexing the muscles and generally trying to increase bloodflow to it.  Scared the crap out of me, let me tell you.  It's all back to normal now but I am going to be very nervous about the possibility of it happening again.  That means I will be waking myself up all night, I just know it.  *Sigh*

  The new fan light has a fatal flaw in it we discovered today.  The Beast went up to Lowe's (of course) and bought some 60 watt bulbs with the teeny bases on them (expensive, of course) and installed them.  I had told him and even he admitted that it didn't give enough light.  Of course not....4x40=160 which is just a tad more than a 3-way bulb gives off....and that's not much light in a room this size no matter how high up you put it.

  Imagine his surprise when he flicked it on and watched the bulbs dim.  It seems they had a notation on the instructions that stated ONLY 40 watt bulbs maximum.  And it seems they have installed some kind of failsafe that doesn't blow out the bulbs, like some would, but just dims them to an acceptable level.

  What's weird is that there doesn't seem to be a viable reason for this.  The *shades* are glass, there is no plastic (and the Beast had to assemble the darn thing, section by section so he knows) so why is a mystery.  I'm just glad that I have the gooseneck lamps here for those times I will actually need more lighting.  In the meantime, I'm just going to have to get used to it because I will NOT spend more money to get another fan light and go through the agony we went through the other night (pinched wires....disassemble....broken wire in another area....disassemble..nightmare time).  I didn't mention that because the Beast kept coming in here and interrupting my train of thought.  I finally gave it up.  Same thing tonight.  I really need my door back soon.  He seems to know not to come in when I have it closed. 

  The Princess still has our truck because she hasn't gotten her repaired car back yet.  If she told the Beast when they said she could pick it up, I wasn't told.  She always thinks HE tells me all and he just forgets if he did or not.  He will say to me ..*I'm sure I told you.*  He doesn't believe it when I tell him he didn't.  I always say to him, *I* am not the one with memory problems.  Aggravates the hell out of him when I do but it's true.  He will make plans (in his mind or with other people) to do something or go somewhere and he *forgets* to tell me.  Now I don't mind that if it only involves HIM but I really resent it when he includes me in the plans without consulting me.  I can't tell you the number of  times he's done it and I had to tell him I couldn't go because of other things that I was committed to doing....like taking care of Chewlee.  I just love having her for an excuse.  But he knows I have to take care of her on Saturdays and, without having enough time for the Princess to make other arrangements, I can't take off on a whim.

  I'm finding, however, that I like being home unless I am going to be with family.  MY family.  I really have little in common with his but I do enjoy his one brother's wife.  We get along well and we understand the weirdos we married really ARE weirdos.  But we both have our own way of dealing with them and just roll our eyes when they do some things that are typically wrong or strange.  You know, like swearing and throwing things and acting like inanimate objects are responsible instead of user error. 

  Worse.  Throwing things around without regard for where they are throwing them or if they are breakable.  I never got into that bad habit or even got that frustrated or thoughtless.  I can't ever remember throwing something, not even a drink.  It's a bad habit the Beast has had for years and, to me, it just has always shown me a total lack of control or regard.

  Oh well.  Time for bed.  I really thought I would be there long before this.  Thanks for letting me vent a bit.  Oh, and I want to thank my readers from France and the Republic of Monrovia.    I appreciate your taking the time to stop by. 

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