Slingblade

 Entry 1     1:49 p.m.

I am taking care of the dogs, have emptied and refilled the dishwasher, managed to dress myself and packed 3 boxes, all with my arm in a sling. I tried to pack with two arms  but that was stoopid.  I absolutely love all the physical chicanery y body has played on me these last few months.  The mind-body connection is real.

We hired movers. Nevertheless, we are so excited Jenny has invited people to come move boxes over between the time we close and the day of the move.  I even rented a van for a few days before moving to transport boxes.  With my arm and shoulder malfunctioning, and a possible heart problem, well, I am not sure what I should and shouldn't be doing, other than changing my diet completely.

Having a new puppy has been a great occupier of my time. I have potty trained her, taught her to sit. If there were ever a custody battle, I'm the primary, hahahaha.  It thrills me. I haven't had a puppy since I was four, and it's everything I thought it would be. I just love her, every naughty, sweet puppy-breath infused action. For all the kvetching, I am loving life with Willow.

Entry 2.       1:53 p.m.

Jenny declined to have me come with her to get her chemo  pump removed earlier  today. She said she had a plan to talk on the phone with Amy while there.  It's odd, that.

Now, her friend Jeanne is over.  Jenny has told her some wild tale, and Jeanne somehow thinks I am mistreating Jenny.  She has never said anything about it to me, but I have knowledge of the disdain Jeanne holds toward me from texts between the two of them.

Entry 3   4:34 p.m.

Anyone wondering if I am eliciting any sympathy from Jenny, here we go:

I complained about my predicament, specifically the sling.  I tell her I am tired of it, and won't wear it tomorrow.  She looks at me blankly and deadpans, "I'll trade you."  I note that I haven't complained a whit about my shoulder and back since I injured myself.  She says,  "I am sorry, It's hard to have sympathy when I'm dying." I don't need her to care about my feelings, never gonna happen.  Just don't be a dick.  

I just took the dogs for a walk, Jenny and Jeanne were upstairs eating lunch, when that exchange happened. As I was trying to leash them with only one arm in use, Jenny offered no aid.  When the dogs climbed on the couch, she didn't help me get them down, didn't open or close the door.  Nothing.

I should also note how amazed I am that Jenny did packing the same day she got chemo. 

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  1. Cheryl RSJuly 18, 2021 at 7:30 PM

    It’s a shame it’s not a competition. She’d win for sure.

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