An intro into the 'now' me...
Introduction:
Hi everyone! I'm back and better for it, it'll help to engage my brain. A lot of you know my writes, my background, and some of my serial characters (BTW- the new Batgirl is the image I had in mind for Fox, especially her cocky swag and haircut).
Hubs and I are shut-ins. He with Multiple Sclerosis and me with Congestive Heart Failure and Parkinson's disease. He's sixty-four and was diagnosed at forty-five. He had a heart attack six years ago and has been on a slow decline since.
Me, I'm fifty-six and have been sickly for most of my life, but I usually try to plow through whatever had me dragging, or I did. Not so much now, I try to listen to my body when it says take a break, and if I don't, well, I only make myself suffer.
Our only outings are for our doctor's appointments, as neither of us are trustworthy on the road driving, and medical transportation is free, plus they to help us get in and get out safely at whatever doctor we need to see.
We have to get everything else brought in, like our food delivery, Amazon is good for most of the rest. It's an OK life, better than not having one at all. We have our TV, computers, and books (always books!). I love to cook when up to it, and hubs plays around with the guitar. We try to keep each other upbeat and moving, but it's starting to weigh us down.
I still play cards/puzzle games on my Kindle to keep my mind supple; Whereas my hubs won't/can't and finally admitted ~why~ he keeps withdrawing from playing any strategy games. His cognition has taken a downturn and he doesn't comprehend some things -scratch that, many things- he once knew well. He understands this and gets frustrated by it and angry with himself.
I get frustrated when he gets morose, which is a symptom of his disease. And I admit, I sometimes wish to yell at him 'Shut up! We all have our problems!' but I don't, I swallow it down. What good would it do? Who needs the drama. (So, usually I find this the opportune time to go to the bathroom.)
I miss my two children terribly. They are 31 years and 28 years respectively and I miss my Squishy grandson. I miss having a dog, and am currently active at breaking through my hubs defenses (so he at least ASKS) our landlord.
I would ask for myself (believe me I'm perfectly capable), but hubs and landlord worked together for about twenty years and hubs has lived here for another twenty years. I've been here for only ten and I'm not one to breach their trust.
Anyhoo, the Mouse stories in my past Idol pieces are really of my childhood. I have to warn you... some are violent, or deeply cutting to the heart and soul. Yet, not all of Mouse's childhood was horrifying.
Now I've a few serial stories going but I may let them stew since quite a few of you are new and would have to know or have read the others to understand them. However, rummage around and
feel free to read anything you want. As for now I'm saying...
Thank you, and I can't wait to read your word offerings!!
Dmousey out! ✌🐭
Hi everyone! I'm back and better for it, it'll help to engage my brain. A lot of you know my writes, my background, and some of my serial characters (BTW- the new Batgirl is the image I had in mind for Fox, especially her cocky swag and haircut).
Hubs and I are shut-ins. He with Multiple Sclerosis and me with Congestive Heart Failure and Parkinson's disease. He's sixty-four and was diagnosed at forty-five. He had a heart attack six years ago and has been on a slow decline since.
Me, I'm fifty-six and have been sickly for most of my life, but I usually try to plow through whatever had me dragging, or I did. Not so much now, I try to listen to my body when it says take a break, and if I don't, well, I only make myself suffer.
Our only outings are for our doctor's appointments, as neither of us are trustworthy on the road driving, and medical transportation is free, plus they to help us get in and get out safely at whatever doctor we need to see.
We have to get everything else brought in, like our food delivery, Amazon is good for most of the rest. It's an OK life, better than not having one at all. We have our TV, computers, and books (always books!). I love to cook when up to it, and hubs plays around with the guitar. We try to keep each other upbeat and moving, but it's starting to weigh us down.
I still play cards/puzzle games on my Kindle to keep my mind supple; Whereas my hubs won't/can't and finally admitted ~why~ he keeps withdrawing from playing any strategy games. His cognition has taken a downturn and he doesn't comprehend some things -scratch that, many things- he once knew well. He understands this and gets frustrated by it and angry with himself.
I get frustrated when he gets morose, which is a symptom of his disease. And I admit, I sometimes wish to yell at him 'Shut up! We all have our problems!' but I don't, I swallow it down. What good would it do? Who needs the drama. (So, usually I find this the opportune time to go to the bathroom.)
I miss my two children terribly. They are 31 years and 28 years respectively and I miss my Squishy grandson. I miss having a dog, and am currently active at breaking through my hubs defenses (so he at least ASKS) our landlord.
I would ask for myself (believe me I'm perfectly capable), but hubs and landlord worked together for about twenty years and hubs has lived here for another twenty years. I've been here for only ten and I'm not one to breach their trust.
Anyhoo, the Mouse stories in my past Idol pieces are really of my childhood. I have to warn you... some are violent, or deeply cutting to the heart and soul. Yet, not all of Mouse's childhood was horrifying.
Now I've a few serial stories going but I may let them stew since quite a few of you are new and would have to know or have read the others to understand them. However, rummage around and
feel free to read anything you want. As for now I'm saying...
Thank you, and I can't wait to read your word offerings!!
Dmousey out! ✌🐭