Peteyfoozer’s Journey (because journaling’s not enough)

Back pain still greatly diminished, but I’m incredibly weak. I can barely walk through the house. Laying in bed wishing I had energy to can yesterday’s French fries, slice the roast beast, make bread…I’m like a boneless chicken. Just floppy.
 
Managed to get most of roast through slicer. Just a chunk left. I think he used most of my fries I had ready to can last night…I’m not strong enough to get to the fridge by front door to check…Lord, help! praying for sleep tonight, strength tomorrow , please!
 
Boone and Gizmo are in so much trouble today! She CONSTANTLY instigates sh*t, he gets wound up and forgets he is 5X her size, then she winds up screaming in pain and I’m ready to throttle them both!
Worse, I asked Randy to open the oven, peek at the rack of ribs to see if they’re done. So instead, he grabs them dumps all the water out on my oven door & the oven floor, which also contains lots of grease. Takes them to the sink complains about it and then isn’t able to put them back in the oven because he can’t figure out how to open the door. putting them down somewhere so he could open it is not in his wheelhouse. So he walked out and it’s all my fault. I hate living here, and I hate my life. Sorry, but it’s a fact almost 20 years of loneliness, no friends, no family, no life. I just hope it’s over SOON.
 
You are a saint for putting up with that 💩.
Wishing you lived a lot closer - sorry you are so far out there. You've got us online and then of course the doggos who will make you smile, laugh and scream all within a single minute - now that's talent!
HUGS
 
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