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Hi,
Nothing much to talk about right now. today was uneventful. I went to the pharmacy to get Steve all his pills. The bill was $97.00 with the insurance. He gets pills for blood pressure, gout, cholesterol, allergies, Ambien, and heart burn. He's a bit of a hypochondriac and the doctor gives him meds to make him feel better... Okay his blood pressure is 140/65, and his cholesterol is border line. Everyone has allergies and most people can take over the counter anti acids. His dad has a problem from reflux so Steve asked for the heart burn meds. I guess I should be nicer but last year when I was so sick and couldn't breath because of the pneumonia, I told him to take me to the hospital. He said I was over acting and that he needed to go because he had diarrhea. I guess I showed him.
Let me talk about last year.......The year started with me making a resolution to cook all the dinners and never ask to girls to fetch me anything. That went swimmingly for about 4 1/2 moths. Then It was our 20th wedding anniversary, my 50th birthday, Shannon's 14th birthday, and Riahs was coming up quick as lightening. So we got a penthouse suite at the Mirage Hotel. Lovely room. I didn't know the suite was so big so I got an extra room for my sisters. It was great. As soon as we got into the room I walked into the master bedroom and quickly kicked the giant TV with my pinky toe. Breaking it really badly. It turned all sorts of colors immediately! So, then I was hopping and swearing around the room. I quickly got a hold of myself and put my shoes on so that I would be able to before the swelling got to bad. That night we went to get dinner at BLT Burger. Yum deep fried pickles.
The next day we had rented a cabana for the whole day at the pool. Bruce Willis had also rented a cabana, but we were kept separate because he didn't want to be bothered by all of the peons like us! Lynda, my wonderful Sister order lunch at the cabana. Wow, I felt like something special! Lunch came and we all had some kinds of tasty sandwiches. I pick up my sandwich and . My lip gushed blood. It was hilarious and a bit embarrassing. So now, I have a broken toe that has turned black at this point, and a bloody lip that won't stop. I looked as if I'd been in a prize fight. After eating and applying pressure on my lip for about a half hour the bleeding stopped.
That night we went to see Terri Fader. That was a funny shoe. After the show we ate dinner a B B King's. We almost did eat there because they have cover charge. I don't like paying them. Any way I said never mind and we started to leave so they waived to cover charge.
The next day we walked all over. Steve wanted to check out a place to shoot guns, it wasn't there. So, we went back to the MGM grand to shop and watch the lions. After a bit we ate dinner at a nice Mexican restaurant there. The inside was really red. Than we went to see Ka.
After Ka, we went back to the Mirage and smoked cigars at the Rum Bar. That was a lot of fun. Lynda and I would have stayed longer but Steve became suddenly anhedonic so, we went back to our rooms for the night.
The next day was the last day so, we decided to walk to the Bellagio Mall. That was fun, Only at this time my toe was black all the way around my foot to my ankle. It hurt like fire every time I made a step. I tried to keep up with everyone because, I don't want to be the wet blanket. That night we go to the room and get ready for dinner. Steve wanted to eat at this place off strip. It was called Lindo Michiacan. He called the restaurant for a shuttle van. The van was 45 minutes late and we were all set to go the the Outback ac across the street. So, here comes the van and Steve REALLY REALLY wanted to go. So, I go to get in the shuttle and just know I can't climb that high to get into that van. I do my best I pull and climb my way in. As soon as I get in my shoe catches on something and I go down right into the drivers seat. The kids and Lynda start laughing their heads off. I on th eother hnd start crying. I told them i think I dislocated my right shoulder. No pity for me when it's Steve's dinner time. So, I cryed through dinner. Lynda went out in a scary part of town to buy me a sling. She got asked for "a date" twice in five minutes. Scary. And by the way She in NO WAY LOOKS LIKE a hooker.
Than we go back to the hotel. Steve pays for a doctor to come to the room. Again I look as if I've been knocked about pretty good. He told Steve to take me to the hospital but, Steve felt since we were leaving in the morning I'd be okay for the 5 hour drive.
Finally we made it to Whittier Hospital. Only to find out I needed to go to Whittier Presbyterian. So the sent an ambulance for me. They drove with lights and siren on. The next day I had surgery to relocate my shoulder.
Now it' June, 2010. I'm at a Ralph grocery store and my foot gets caught on one of their chip baskets. They keep them in a nitch under the counters. Down I go dislocating my shoulder again. Again to the emergency room and again I have surgery. Two months later I had shoulder surgery and a pin implanted And my muscles tied up to keep it in socket because it was going to pop out all the time from there on.
Except for the pain and healing I did fine from there.
Then in November I got pneumonia. I was in the hospital on Thanksgiving and thew the firs week of December.
All of this happened because Steve was wishing for getting hurt so that he wouldn't have to work! When that didn't work he wished to get sick,,,,,,,,,So THANK YOU STEVE!
Good night,
Marg
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