Morning. DH finally went to the Dr this morning. We love the urgent care clinic right down the street from us. He got an antibiotic and a steriod. He isnt sure why though. But if they help good. He is back asleep upstairs.
Today is a walking day for me. Woke up and the foot felt good enough to try some walking. So I did some stretching with it and then put full weight on it to make my coffee and a bagle. That was enough! Back on the couch with it elevated and throbbing. I will get up again in a few hours when I have to bust a wee and see if I can put my weight on it again.
No news from home yesterday. I don't really want to call because I am assuming that everyone is sleeping but my brother, and he doesn't answer the phone, but I may call later anyway and just check in. Paige, my stepdad was being released from the hospital no matter what yesterday. They were going to have to hire a cab to pick him up and drive him out to the boonies home. They had already kept him one extra night in the hospital because my mom was too sick to come get him and take care of him.
I keep staying on the opposite side of the room from my dad. Why the heck am I feeling like an 8 year old instead of a 38 year old?
The exact same reason that I do the same thing when I am around my *insert word for an illigetimate child here* stepfather. I become a nervous shrinking violet. The only thing is if he EVER said anything to any of my kids or yelled at them I would be on him like you have never seen before. No one will ever treat my kids like he treated me.
The thing is that he has supposedly seen the error of his ways and has apologized for treating me like dog **** my entire childhood. He even sent me money a few years ago as a way to "make up" for it. Those of you that have met me know what kind of a person I am but when it comes to him it is a whole different thing. Sorry. A few half hearted apologies and $1000 don't make up for ruining my childhood and causing me to live in fear in my own home for 15 years.
And yet when I call today to check on things I will kiss his butt. Cause that is how the pshychy works. And because if I piss him off now he takes it out on my mom.
Hmmm, I never really share that much about my childhood.