Ouch!!

The other day I was standing at the back door waiting for Buddy to go pee in the yard and a wasp tried to fly inside so I swatted it away with my hand to stop it from flying inside and I succeeded and it flew back out, but at the same time I also whacked my hand really hard on the door frame, and I was sure I must have broken 4 of my fingers it hurt soooo bad; I bend over and screamed bloody murder, ooooh it just hurt sooooo much I was hopping up and down and the 13 YR old was there and heard the loud sound as my hand hit too and referred to it as violent and it just painfully throbbed but then went numb for the rest of the day and I never went to the hospital though as there's really no point as they can't do anything for broken fingers anyway other than just tape them and I can do that myself(and I have before; I just used medical tape and a Poscicle stick and made a splint) but then after that they were fine, much to my surprise even though at the time the impact was so hard and it hurt so much I was sure they were broken but I guess I'm tougher than I thought. I'm a tough old bird! One of my hubby's molars also just fell out and in true redneck style he just wet it and stuck it back in (reminds me of using DuctTape to fix everything) and I'm surprised he didn't just use Gorilla Glue and glue it back in but when he's off next week he'll have to do to the dentist and get it fixed.

I was also saying how my mother knows Latin and studied it for 4 YRS and my hubby cracked, Knows Latin? They spoke it back then! and her taking care of herself and following her diabetic diet and getting outside each day for fresh air and sun only lasted a week and now she's back to her usual staying in bed all day basically just waiting to die and some days she doesn't even get out of bed until 3 pm and then does right back to sleep at 6pm and her BP is still high yet she won't increase her BP meds like the doc said to either as now she's afraid it'll go too low and her blood sugar was also high( 18 and it should be 10 or below) and even had the nerve to blame me and said it was my fault because I'm the one that brought the donuts home, even though she was the one that had no willpower and ate  2 of them, so my hubby suggested now on we just put things like that up high where she can't reach it( as she's short, under 5 feet) kind of like child-proofing, only for her. She really is a piece of work!  L across the street doesn't look well,either I can hardly even recognize her anymore she's lost so much weight and she looks so old, fraill, thin, let her hair grow out long and grey, and just shuffles along slowly now so I don't know if she's sick or just grieving and depressed since losing her beloved dog last summer but she must have lost at least 50 pounds. It's just so sad to see.

It's also weird too how when my hubby gets the shopping how it's always my stuff on the lst that they never seem to have too and it makes me wonder do I really have  that much bad luck or does he not even bother to look for my stuff and just says that they don't have it, and yesterday sitting out the front porch Buddy was nestled cuddling on my lap when he suddenly perked up his head, jumped down off the chair hurriedly and ran towards the door, alerting me there was a danger and he wanted to go inside and when I got up to open the door to let him in I could see; that mean old Mastiff next-door was out ,running loose again so I guess he'd picked up the scent and knew there was a threat, smart dog, and the 13 YR old(and my hubby,too, that's where he got it from) is such a "shit-disturber" and always teasing and bothering him,too, like yanking his blanket out from under him when he's sleeping too, or blowing on him or throwing the ball right at his face,etc. annoying him and then wonders why he gets mad and starts barking at him and warning him dog-style to back-off(which he doesn't and still continues and laughs) and  yesterday when we were outside I saw this redneck neighbour come out yelling for her son, not able to find him, Michael! Michael! Where are you? get here right NOW!  Michael? You are in so much trouble.... and I felt so sorry for the poor kid when he did get home, he was going to get his ass beat, and if I was that mother I'd be more scared and worried than mad; afraid he'd been abducted or something and just be happy, relieved and glad that he came home safe rather than mad. I can't believe summer's almost over either but it feels empty without our pool and without the CNE (The "Ex") this year yet even so it still comes and goes just the same. The 17 YR old also said she wants to change her name to Bear.