Thursday, October 9, 2008

Suffixcating

Suffix Definition: ness.  A state or condition of.  I actually looked that up.  I love Google.

Forgetfulness.  I forgot that it was Thursday...three or four times today actually.  In my mind it has been Tuesday or Wednesday...but it's not.  Because if it was Tuesday or Wednesday, then we wouldn't have missed a totally cool fieldtrip today because of my Forgetfulness.

Messiness.  I really don't know what's going on in my house right now, but I think the mess has multiplied.  Multilplied.Like.Rabbits.  I have to do something to get this clutter and messiness under control, but it's overwhelming and I don't even know where to start.

Sickness.  My sister in law, Brenda, called me today.  She said that Ronnie (Dh's brother) had been dizzy over the weekend (with arm pains also).  He told someone last night and they went to the doc this morning.  Well, the doctor said she could hear a heart murmur that wasn't there before.  And she could hear it clearly while listening at the lower part of his stomach.  She admitted him and they've ran several tests.  As it stands, he has a laceration (somewhere) in his heart (valve maybe) and his blood pressure has been unbearably high (203/99 today!).  So they gave him meds to lower the BP and tomorrow they're going to do a heart cath.  His doctor came in and talked with them and she said it looks like he may need a valve replaced.  So, the poor guy, I feel terrible that he's going through this, but I hope all comes out okay.  He has a slight retardation and rarely shows any emotion other than anger (woooboy he knows that one well).  So it's a bit difficult when we try to see if he understands what we're talking about (or the doctors actually).

Craziness.  The place where DD1 works was robbed.  One of the people she works with acted kind of wild eyed one day when DD1 told her we have customers, get off the phone.  Well, apparently, this girls man had broken into the place and stole some deniro.   I'm really kind of glad that girl isn't working there anymore.  I don't want to share the whole conversation, but it could have turned very ugly between her & DD if it continued.  And why does she continue to work in that environment?  Because I'm old and stupid and I just don't understand.  Thank you very much for asking!

Itchiness.  I itch.  My back itches.  My legs itch.  My arm itches.  It's Dall and I'm drying out like a bedsheet on the clothesline in the hot summer sun.  I need to drink water.  I know.

Nastiness.  Our water, I swear to you I'm not lying, to drink it would be similar to drinking a cup of water mixed with 2 tbsp bleach.  I don't know why it's bleached so heavily, but it's potent.  They say it's within regulations and I'm not doubting it, but it seems just as it gets to the drinkable stage, they flush it with cholorine again.  This time it's too much and we're going to have to buy a filter.

Doneness.  And so I am.

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