Last Meal.

 

Yesterday my hubby got me my fave. Chicken Penne al Forno from my fave. Italian place (I dedicated to my mother for her late birthday as we always went there for birthdays and Mother's Day)as a "bribe" for going to the ER the other day so if I do die it will be my Last Meal and at least I'll die happy. He also asked if I was going to share with the 18 YR old but not this!  This will do me for 3 meals and besides, no one ever shares with me and the other day when he got back from camping he brought back a bag of pizza and never offered me any so it works both ways. ...and he wasn't the one who was stuck waiting there for 2 1/2 HRS like I was,either! I eventually just gave up and left but at least I got my food out of it! We also ran out of towels this morning; they're all in the laundry but luckily I still had one for my bath as I always have an Emergency Towel saved and hidden for such an occasion but my hubby doesn't have one for his shower as he slept in late so I guess it really is true then: the early bird gets the worm, or in this case, the towel.

 Yesterday I still had the splitting headache as well( also worse in the afternoon and night than morning) as well as really dizzy,sweaty, nauseated, and peeing less,likely dehydrated due to the heatwave(which is really taking a beating on me and I still feel like shit),  where it feels like 40 C(with 93% humidity) and it was still 25 C overnight, not even cooling off during the night, and 79 F in the house even WITH the A/C and I wonder too how much a headache can hurt before my head finally just explodes?

I also made Pesto chicken, shell pasta & peas and it made me sad because for some reason Buddy really used to love the Pesto peas and I'd always save him some but now he's not here anymore. I gave Beja some but he didn't like it.

I also got my first sunflowers of the summer so if I die I have them for my grave, and I bet  all that stress and worry recently about my hubby likely losing his job soon is why my sudden dangerous spike in BP, to which he casually dismissed, Just sell the house. Simple.

Except it's NOT  so "simple."

This is my home  and I don't want  to sell or move. 

I want to die here.

I lost my mother and Buddy and I'm NOT going to lose my house,too.

Beja and my house are all I have left now.

I also put on my new clean Def Leppard  shirt this morning but it still reeks and stinks like sweat and rotten coconut oil for some reason so I had to spray it with Febreze fabric spray and my hubby and I are the only ones who put our dirty dishes in the dishwasher; the 30 YR old and the 18 YR old if we're "lucky" might put theirs in the sink but usually just leave them on the kitchen table or in the living room or up in their rooms,  and the 30 YR old also said they still have an old-fashioned drive-in cinema around and I thought were all gone now and just relics from the past and I still remember going to it at the cottage at age 3 or so and seeing Bambi  and Old Yeller(both which traumatized me: when Bambi's mother was killed and when the dog had rabies and got shot) and preliminary reports on the recent Air India crash show fuel to both engines was shut off just after take-off; switched from "run" position to "cut"....something that can only be done in the cockpit by one of the pilots.....intentionally....

Holy f*ck.....

I also had to do this post twice,too, because for some reason the stupid thing didn't publish the first time and I lost it and had to re-do it all over again.

Even though I DID copy it first like I always do just in case.

it still didn't work.

It figures.

Just MY "luck."

So I hope you appreciate the extra effort.

I've always been very fragile, just like those little glass figurines I used to get at the CNE as a kid.