Out of Sorts

I'm incredibly grumpy and out of sorts today. Why? There are a couple of reasons. (If you don't want to "listen" to me whine, skip down to the last couple of paragraphs.) For one thing, last night, Hubby went out to dump a bag of garbage, turned his foot on a paving stone, and lost his balance. When he fell, he severely injured his "good" knee. Why does that make me grumpy when HE'S the one in pain?

Well, I'm sure it's terribly self-centered of me and seemingly unsympathetic, but gosh darn it, it always seems like Hubby gets injured doing things he shouldn't be doing in the first place--he knows better! He has muscular dystrophy and is usually in a wheelchair outside because he's not stable enough to walk on uneven ground. So why was he outside in the dark, walking in an area that's not smooth and even? Seriously, the garbage could have waited until this morning.

All night he was in pain, and I don't think either one of us got very much sleep. This morning he called his doctor and had a telephone appointment, but his doctor couldn't see him until tomorrow. So why didn't he push it or have me take him to urgent care? I don't know. And I seriously doubt Hubby explained to his doctor just how limited his mobility is right now with that injured knee--he's pretty much confined to his recliner or his wheelchair, but his wheelchair doesn't fit through the doors of either of our bathrooms, so that presents problems, as you may imagine.

Another thing that's making me grumpy? Hubby and Soccer Son had been planning to replace the toilet in our master bathroom and today was the day. The whole process caused one problem after another. First there were the blue drips going from the bathroom at the back of the house, down the hallway, and out to the garage that were caused by the blue water leaking out of the tank as Soccer Son hauled it out.

Then there was the fact that the water supply hose was too short and despite going to TWO hardware stores, we weren't able to get the right part (customer service sure isn't what it used to be before the economy tanked!); Soccer Son had to come back to our house later in the evening with the right hose to finish the installation.

Then there's the fact that the tank seems to be leaking. When I discovered the leak, Soccer Son was no longer here, Hubby's stuck in the recliner in the living room, and I have no idea how to fix it, so I'm just going to have to get some towels to soak up the water until Soccer Son comes back tomorrow.

And my hands are bothering me. After trying to be fairly careful with the scrubbing and even taking a day off of cleaning yesterday, last night my hands started to get numb and achy.

All this makes me think better of days on which the worst that happens is that I suck up a Roo in the vacuum and cause a lamp to go up in flames. Comparatively speaking, THAT's a good day. And really, I DO know that things could be much worse--to such an extent that today would seem preferable. So I'll quit whining and I'll try to stop feeling annoyed and grumpy. Instead, I'll announce the winners of the Schnibbles patterns, okay?

"No reply" Anita is the winner of Hot Cross--Anita said, "Still a schnibble virgin. The hot cross buns looks like a winner to me!" And "no reply" Marge is the winner of Nice Day--Marge said, "Thank you Kim for giving me another chance at a Schnibbles pattern. I really like 'Nice Day.' I also have had carpal tunnel surgery, good luck and a speedy recovery." Both ladies were the 11th person to comment on each of the two patterns. Anita and Marge, please email me your mailing addresses and I'll get these patterns in the mail to you.

Also for other recent winners on my blog, I'll be getting your winnings in the mail before the end of this week--I haven't gotten to the post office yet, so if you were wondering what's happened to your package, that's the hold up.

Thanks for stopping by and listening to me complain! Hopefully I'll snap out of it and have better things to talk about here before long!