Thank you, everyone who did Pumpkin's Meme, and those who said they would do it soon... Today, we visited blogs and read the meme's together and she was soooo thrilled! She thinks she is famous now! LOL
Yes, Lori, she is a little Mini Me! I see my mom in her, but most people see me!
Hubby decided to stay home today, and he was truly wonderful. He got up around 9am and did some work calls, and then woke me and the kids at 9:45am.
It was raining steady outside, which was not fun, but we all headed out to our little townie luncheonette for breakfast! Yum! It was really nice! Good food, good company!
The plaquenil is still 'taking the mickey out of me' which is 1940's speak for making you feel like poop. I have a group of email loopies, friends with Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus that I have emailed with for just over 5 years. Many of them are on, or have been on plaquenil, and told me the same as the rheumy, that it takes about a week to ten days, and then your body gets used to it and you feel better.
After breakfast, Hubby started the laundry, and Kathy and J arrived for the day. We had about an hour until we had to leave for the movie, and Kathy and I sat and talked while the kids played.
Seeing how tired I was, Kathy offered to take the kids to UnderDog without me, and I could sleep or rest, and hopefully, feel better for later. I was so relieved, I couldn't wait to crawl back into bed.
Hammer and Pumpkin took the news in stride, Fuzzy, as usual, not so well. He yelled and cried and basically attacked me, since you can't attack the disease.
Eventually, he settled down, they went, and had a great day. As it turns out, that showing was sold out due to a day camp of about 100 kids atthe theater. Kathy and the kids walked around the mall the theater is attached to instead, ate and shopped. Fuzzy and Pumpkin were treated to new books today, too.
Thanks again, Kathy.
We ordered in pizza and had a nice dinner altogether and hung out until about 8:30pm, when Kathy headed home.
Fuzzy did apologize, but I can't lie, it still hurts. I hate seeing him upset, but I also am so frustrated because I feel like somehow I must be failing him. His sister and brother are so understanding, so able to cope when issues with my 'illnesses' pop up. Why can't he? What am I doing wrong? What am I missing?
We've thought about family counseling before, and we may have to revisit that again. I am not too proud to ask for help when I need it. <sigh>
Keep me in your thoughts and prayers... if you don't mind!