I don't know how clearly I can see these days, or if I even see the forest through the trees. I seem to be in a rough patch. I wrote a blog and then the electric went out and it didn't get posted so all my thoughts were for naught (2 days ago). And I am still having major problems with the unexplainable atopical dermatitis on my hands which is itchy and painful. I am so self-conscious and don' want to be seen with it. My husband hurt himself over the weekend and his lower back is messed up. So, I had that to contend with over the weekend plus the 3 dogs by myself. He could barely walk or straighten up. Then he decided he was going to try and lay down in the hammock which I didn't really think was a good idea and he got stuck in the hammock. It took forever to get him out of the hammock and he was screaming and screeching by the time I got him out. So, I got him inside the house and on the bed to rest. I fixed some supper and then gave him dinner and a muscle relaxant. That knocked him out for twelve hours till 6 a.m. the next day. We had reservations for Mother's Day at Ft. Gordon's Officer's Club but I had to cancel them. Monday I got an appointment at the doctor's. They took xrays, and then gave him 3 shots--cortisone, muscle relaxant, and anti-inflammatory. And then, muscle relaxant, and anti-inflammatory tablet prescriptions as well. Thankfully, he didn't rupture the disk and it is a very bad strain. He got hurt using the self-propelled mower on the gulley areas on our frontage property embankments so I am guessing that maybe he pulled the mower back a little too hard.
I have been trying to keep my mind occupied so as not to scratch and infect my hands. I made a new recipe yesterday-mole peppers which was quite delicious. And I am making new recipe cards for my files and sending copies to my Mom. Once my hands are cleared up I can go back to painting and working outside but for right now, I am pretty confined as to what I can do.
Never heard a peep from my stepson for MD (no surprise there) but I am sure am glad I wasn't holding my breath waiting for him.
Regards, Sweetie