Just a quick update because I'm exhausted. Donny still wasn't thinking clearly today. I asked what year it is. He stopped and thought about it for a few minutes, and then he answered Friday. He got the right answer, it just was the wrong question. When I tried to leave for work he wanted to walk me out to the car. It took calling security to get him to stay behind. Talk about feeling guilty.
About mid morning Donny's nurse called me at work. She needed some more background info on Donny. The doctor had ordered a CT of Donny's head and there were questions to be answered before they could do it. His nurse said that they did one with contrast and one without. There's a small chance of having results tomorrow, but most likely it'll be Monday before we hear anything.
So for now Donny's staying in the hospital. That could change tomorrow, but I'm not thinking that far ahead.
Work went very well today. I started working on my first return for a real person, but the guy didn't have all his info yet so we can't finish it yet. I was scared to death, but I did okay. Except for the fact that I did it all in practice mode, which meant that I had to do it over again.
Other than that it's been an uneventful day. Now I'm headed to bed. I don't have to leave until 10:00 in the morning, so I'm looking forward to sleeping in. Goodnight!
Friday, January 04, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Life
I'm finally getting to write again. The last few days have been hectic and I haven't had the energy to post. Donny's still in the hospital. Yesterday was my first day on the job. It's been a hectic week.
Today was not a good day. When I got to the hospital this morning it was just after change of shift and one of the night nurses chatted with me for a few minutes in the lobby. She was telling me that at three this morning Donny was standing at his bedroom door waiting for me. When it was pointed out that it was too early for me to be there he said that I had promised to come first thing in the morning and so he knew that I'd be there any minute. Then they explained that I wouldn't be allowed in until eight. He just repeated the whole thing about my promise. When I heard all that I knew that I was in for it.
I got to Donny's room and he greeted me by telling me that we were leaving. I asked him what was going on and he said that the doctor said that he had to leave. I went and asked the nurse about it, but she wasn't aware that the doctor had already seen Donny, and she couldn't find any discharge instructions. When I questioned Donny about it he told me that the doctor had said that he wasn't sick and that he was a "good for nothing piece of shit". That didn't sound like any doctor I'd met. He then told me that a security guard had come and told him that he could stay. When the doctor got there to do his rounds I asked him about it. He hadn't been there at all yet, so I started wondering if some other man had been in Donny's room, and Donny was just confused about what was said. But when Donny claimed that it was a man who looked just like the doctor I knew what was going on. He'd had a rather good hallucination. I let the doctor know what I'd figured out and then told Donny that the mean doctor wouldn't be back.
Later on in the morning Donny asked me to lean a little closer. He then started picking at one part of my face. When I asked him what he was doing he said that he was trying to get the bug off my face. I guess I should be thankful that he didn't try to kill it while it was on my face. A few minutes later he started using his cane to shoot the bugs that only he could see crawling across his floor. It was interesting.
Today was spent trying to keep Donny calm. He wanted me to fix any problem that he thought he was having. He thought that the nurse wasn't giving him his medicine, so he wanted me to give him some from the stuff that we have for home. Never mind the fact that I didn't have his medicine with me, why on earth would I give him medicine when he's in the hospital? I could kill him doing that. The best possible outcome would be an overdose. He got really angry when I refused to give him medicine or to harass the nurse. I know that she's giving him what he needs, she doesn't need people who know nothing about it trying to tell her how to do her job.
I finally left out of self defense. I couldn't stay and let him call me names any longer. Maybe it's a poor attitude, but I decided to just let the nurses deal with him. They can tell him no every five minutes. They can stop him from leaving, I can't do it anymore. Although the nurses say I'm wrong, I still think that he's got to be calmer when I'm gone. I don't see how the nurses stop themselves from shooting me when I arrive.
What worries me the most is that he's too confused for his ammonia level. It was at 65 today and he was hallucinating. Yesterday they were supposed to do an MRI of his brain to see if they could find other causes for the confusion, but the doctors changed their mind. Apparently they believe that it's just the ammonia level. With any luck his ammonia levels will be normal tomorrow and we'll see if his brain returns to normal. The doctor that's overseeing the resident that's taking care of Donny was talking today about possibly discharging him tomorrow. I just hope that they don't push him out the door too soon.
On a brighter note, My first day in the office was yesterday. I met all my co-workers and they seem like a nice bunch of people. And my manager is a blast. I'm really looking forward to tax season. Does it count as a mental illness that I'm excited about doing taxes? I enjoy it. That's got to be a sickness.
Today was not a good day. When I got to the hospital this morning it was just after change of shift and one of the night nurses chatted with me for a few minutes in the lobby. She was telling me that at three this morning Donny was standing at his bedroom door waiting for me. When it was pointed out that it was too early for me to be there he said that I had promised to come first thing in the morning and so he knew that I'd be there any minute. Then they explained that I wouldn't be allowed in until eight. He just repeated the whole thing about my promise. When I heard all that I knew that I was in for it.
I got to Donny's room and he greeted me by telling me that we were leaving. I asked him what was going on and he said that the doctor said that he had to leave. I went and asked the nurse about it, but she wasn't aware that the doctor had already seen Donny, and she couldn't find any discharge instructions. When I questioned Donny about it he told me that the doctor had said that he wasn't sick and that he was a "good for nothing piece of shit". That didn't sound like any doctor I'd met. He then told me that a security guard had come and told him that he could stay. When the doctor got there to do his rounds I asked him about it. He hadn't been there at all yet, so I started wondering if some other man had been in Donny's room, and Donny was just confused about what was said. But when Donny claimed that it was a man who looked just like the doctor I knew what was going on. He'd had a rather good hallucination. I let the doctor know what I'd figured out and then told Donny that the mean doctor wouldn't be back.
Later on in the morning Donny asked me to lean a little closer. He then started picking at one part of my face. When I asked him what he was doing he said that he was trying to get the bug off my face. I guess I should be thankful that he didn't try to kill it while it was on my face. A few minutes later he started using his cane to shoot the bugs that only he could see crawling across his floor. It was interesting.
Today was spent trying to keep Donny calm. He wanted me to fix any problem that he thought he was having. He thought that the nurse wasn't giving him his medicine, so he wanted me to give him some from the stuff that we have for home. Never mind the fact that I didn't have his medicine with me, why on earth would I give him medicine when he's in the hospital? I could kill him doing that. The best possible outcome would be an overdose. He got really angry when I refused to give him medicine or to harass the nurse. I know that she's giving him what he needs, she doesn't need people who know nothing about it trying to tell her how to do her job.
I finally left out of self defense. I couldn't stay and let him call me names any longer. Maybe it's a poor attitude, but I decided to just let the nurses deal with him. They can tell him no every five minutes. They can stop him from leaving, I can't do it anymore. Although the nurses say I'm wrong, I still think that he's got to be calmer when I'm gone. I don't see how the nurses stop themselves from shooting me when I arrive.
What worries me the most is that he's too confused for his ammonia level. It was at 65 today and he was hallucinating. Yesterday they were supposed to do an MRI of his brain to see if they could find other causes for the confusion, but the doctors changed their mind. Apparently they believe that it's just the ammonia level. With any luck his ammonia levels will be normal tomorrow and we'll see if his brain returns to normal. The doctor that's overseeing the resident that's taking care of Donny was talking today about possibly discharging him tomorrow. I just hope that they don't push him out the door too soon.
On a brighter note, My first day in the office was yesterday. I met all my co-workers and they seem like a nice bunch of people. And my manager is a blast. I'm really looking forward to tax season. Does it count as a mental illness that I'm excited about doing taxes? I enjoy it. That's got to be a sickness.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
My Day
This morning I was headed into my room to grab some clothes and Donny woke up. He looked at me and said hello. I asked him to take some lactulose and he agreed. After that he just kept saying hello over and over again. After about 5 minutes he went back to sleep. I decided that he'd be okay for a bit and I went to church.
Church had ended and we were all standing around talking when my cell phone rang. My battery chose that moment to die so I didn't get the call. Then my friend's phone rang, and I knew. My mom was calling to let me know that Donny was sitting in the living room with his pants down and he didn't seem to know anybody. So I went home.
After much hard work I got Donny in the car. This was after he tried to simply walk through my frail, elderly aunt. My mom helped me get all Donny's stuff out to the car and made sure that I had some form of money on me. Then we were off to the hospital.
What does it say when ER staff members recognize you? Especially when one of them is the head security guard. I know he recognized me since he talked with me about what happened last time and the fact that security might get called again. The nice thing was that he helped me keep an eye on Donny, who felt the need to sit in as many chairs as he could find available. And he almost tried to sit in a couple of chairs that weren't available.
The tech in triage recognized us. He was helping the little blonde nurse that lives on the other coast the last time that we were in. I liked him that time, but I'm not so sure about this time. He seemed a little to quick to move to force with Donny, but maybe he was having one of those days.
Both doctors that we saw recognized us. The ER doc is one that I really like. Come to think of it, I like most of the ER docs there. He was as nice as always. Then came the resident. This is the same resident that had me in tears last time. He asked me if I thought that I could get Donny to take his lactulose at home. I could see where this was going, so I told him no. He was really going to try to send him home again this time.
When the lady from the lab came to draw Donny's blood I had to help pin him so that she could do it. When the nurse needed to start an IV I had to help pin him so that it could be done. When the lady wanted to do an ultrasound I had to pin Donny so that she could. When the other lady from the lab came for the second round of blood work I had to help pin Donny so that she could draw his blood. Then she called his nurse in and the lady from the lab and I had to pin Donny so that the nurse could draw his labs. And the doctor thinks that I can take care of him by myself. They're going to do a feeding tube to get his medicine down him, but he thinks that I should be doing this at home. How stupid can you get.
The hospital has assigned a sitter to be with Donny because of his confusion. It's the first time that this has been done. It's a nice alternative to restraints. I wonder if he'll be able to stay out of the restraints throughout the night.
Admitting never came and saw Donny while I was there. They never got his insurance information. It makes me wonder if they're just going by his files from previous trips. All the information is the same. Still, I thought that he'd have to sign something. Oh well, that's their problem. I don't need to worry about it until tomorrow.
Church had ended and we were all standing around talking when my cell phone rang. My battery chose that moment to die so I didn't get the call. Then my friend's phone rang, and I knew. My mom was calling to let me know that Donny was sitting in the living room with his pants down and he didn't seem to know anybody. So I went home.
After much hard work I got Donny in the car. This was after he tried to simply walk through my frail, elderly aunt. My mom helped me get all Donny's stuff out to the car and made sure that I had some form of money on me. Then we were off to the hospital.
What does it say when ER staff members recognize you? Especially when one of them is the head security guard. I know he recognized me since he talked with me about what happened last time and the fact that security might get called again. The nice thing was that he helped me keep an eye on Donny, who felt the need to sit in as many chairs as he could find available. And he almost tried to sit in a couple of chairs that weren't available.
The tech in triage recognized us. He was helping the little blonde nurse that lives on the other coast the last time that we were in. I liked him that time, but I'm not so sure about this time. He seemed a little to quick to move to force with Donny, but maybe he was having one of those days.
Both doctors that we saw recognized us. The ER doc is one that I really like. Come to think of it, I like most of the ER docs there. He was as nice as always. Then came the resident. This is the same resident that had me in tears last time. He asked me if I thought that I could get Donny to take his lactulose at home. I could see where this was going, so I told him no. He was really going to try to send him home again this time.
When the lady from the lab came to draw Donny's blood I had to help pin him so that she could do it. When the nurse needed to start an IV I had to help pin him so that it could be done. When the lady wanted to do an ultrasound I had to pin Donny so that she could. When the other lady from the lab came for the second round of blood work I had to help pin Donny so that she could draw his blood. Then she called his nurse in and the lady from the lab and I had to pin Donny so that the nurse could draw his labs. And the doctor thinks that I can take care of him by myself. They're going to do a feeding tube to get his medicine down him, but he thinks that I should be doing this at home. How stupid can you get.
The hospital has assigned a sitter to be with Donny because of his confusion. It's the first time that this has been done. It's a nice alternative to restraints. I wonder if he'll be able to stay out of the restraints throughout the night.
Admitting never came and saw Donny while I was there. They never got his insurance information. It makes me wonder if they're just going by his files from previous trips. All the information is the same. Still, I thought that he'd have to sign something. Oh well, that's their problem. I don't need to worry about it until tomorrow.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
A Bad Wife
I often feel like a bad wife. I doubt myself and my choices a lot. Right now Donny is sleeping, just like he has all day. He's refusing to take his lactulose. When he wakes up he tends to be combative. I know where this is heading. But he's not at the hospital. Why? Well, that's where the bad wife part comes in.
I have decided to wait and see if I can't get him to improve here. I'm fairly certain that he's not bad enough to be admitted to the hospital yet. There's nothing that ER can really do to help, so we wait. Tomorrow things might change, but right now it looks like we'll be headed to the hospital in the morning.
All of this is made worse because a friend of my mom's woke up to find that her husband had died in the night. He was really sick and we knew that this was coming, but we all thought that there would be a few more months.
This lady is the one person with whom I've truly been able to share my journey, since she was walking the same path as me. We've vented about our husbands together, knowing that we wouldn't be judged. Through her I discovered that it's okay to be upset with somebody, even if they are sick.
My heart breaks for her. It's way too easy to imagine what she's going through. And yet I can't imagine it at all. To lose your best friend must be a bigger pain than I could ever imagine.
Today I got a reminder of why we're making decisions and arrangements now. It may be morbid, but we're planning Donny's funeral now. I don't want to be faced with all these decisions when I'm in the worst possible frame of mind to deal with them. I'm actually looking forward to getting it all done. Once we've done all that we can to prepare for death we can get on with life.
I have decided to wait and see if I can't get him to improve here. I'm fairly certain that he's not bad enough to be admitted to the hospital yet. There's nothing that ER can really do to help, so we wait. Tomorrow things might change, but right now it looks like we'll be headed to the hospital in the morning.
All of this is made worse because a friend of my mom's woke up to find that her husband had died in the night. He was really sick and we knew that this was coming, but we all thought that there would be a few more months.
This lady is the one person with whom I've truly been able to share my journey, since she was walking the same path as me. We've vented about our husbands together, knowing that we wouldn't be judged. Through her I discovered that it's okay to be upset with somebody, even if they are sick.
My heart breaks for her. It's way too easy to imagine what she's going through. And yet I can't imagine it at all. To lose your best friend must be a bigger pain than I could ever imagine.
Today I got a reminder of why we're making decisions and arrangements now. It may be morbid, but we're planning Donny's funeral now. I don't want to be faced with all these decisions when I'm in the worst possible frame of mind to deal with them. I'm actually looking forward to getting it all done. Once we've done all that we can to prepare for death we can get on with life.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Updates
Let me start off by saying that Christmas was wonderful. We had brunch with some close friends of ours, then we had a family day at home. Everybody took a nap, followed by game time. The friends who provided brunch stopped by and we played a game together. After they left we sat around talking and just enjoying being a family. It was nice while it lasted.
Yesterday I took Donny to see the GI. This doctor is one who we've not cared for in the past. I'm sure he knows his stuff, but he has the personality of a wet rag. The first time that we saw him (which was about 2 years ago) Donny walked out of there describing him as House. His personality really does rival Dr. House.
The doctor did tell us that if Donny wants to get a liver transplant he has to stop drinking and give up the pain killers. The smoking thing makes sense, but the painkillers just aren't happening. He has very bad chronic back pain that can't be fixed. We looked into all the options before the rest of his health got so bad, painkillers are all that can be done. If you think that I'm going to live with him while he gives up the painkillers and smoking then you're smoking something. It will be ugly.
While the doctor didn't do much for us, he did spark a conversation about quality of life versus quantity of life. If you're going to have to live in excruciating pain, do you really want to go on living? At what point do you say screw it, I'm just going to enjoy what's left? And who should you discuss this with? Do his daughters, who have very little contact with us, deserve to be a part of this decision? Do I force the issue of including them? And do we put it off until the youngest decides to start talking to us again? I hat the decisions that have to be made.
The other thing that this Dr. is doing for (to?) Donny is an endoscopy. Apparently this should have been done a long time ago, since he's been diagnosed with portal hypertension. I swear, liver disease needs an instruction manual. There are so many things that I don't know I should be asking about. Every time we go to the doctor I have a list of questions for him. And there's still so much more to learn. I need to become a nurse just so I stand a chance of understanding what's going on.
In other news, my dad's cousin is supposed to be getting out of jail. We have high hopes that this means that grandma's sister will be moving out. Glen gets out of jail sometime in the middle of January. Donny says that Lenora said that he'll be living here until they can find a place. Lenora asked my mom to drop her off in the town that they usually live in on the 31st so that she can look for a place to stay. Please join me in praying that she has much success with her search.
My dad's brother is checking in to jail on the 8th. He has court that day and then he goes to jail from there. I really need to do some research to find out what kind of penalties a pedophile faces for not re registering every year. It'd be nice to have an idea of how long we can expect him to be locked up.
Well, I believe that's all my updates. Goodnight for now.
Yesterday I took Donny to see the GI. This doctor is one who we've not cared for in the past. I'm sure he knows his stuff, but he has the personality of a wet rag. The first time that we saw him (which was about 2 years ago) Donny walked out of there describing him as House. His personality really does rival Dr. House.
The doctor did tell us that if Donny wants to get a liver transplant he has to stop drinking and give up the pain killers. The smoking thing makes sense, but the painkillers just aren't happening. He has very bad chronic back pain that can't be fixed. We looked into all the options before the rest of his health got so bad, painkillers are all that can be done. If you think that I'm going to live with him while he gives up the painkillers and smoking then you're smoking something. It will be ugly.
While the doctor didn't do much for us, he did spark a conversation about quality of life versus quantity of life. If you're going to have to live in excruciating pain, do you really want to go on living? At what point do you say screw it, I'm just going to enjoy what's left? And who should you discuss this with? Do his daughters, who have very little contact with us, deserve to be a part of this decision? Do I force the issue of including them? And do we put it off until the youngest decides to start talking to us again? I hat the decisions that have to be made.
The other thing that this Dr. is doing for (to?) Donny is an endoscopy. Apparently this should have been done a long time ago, since he's been diagnosed with portal hypertension. I swear, liver disease needs an instruction manual. There are so many things that I don't know I should be asking about. Every time we go to the doctor I have a list of questions for him. And there's still so much more to learn. I need to become a nurse just so I stand a chance of understanding what's going on.
In other news, my dad's cousin is supposed to be getting out of jail. We have high hopes that this means that grandma's sister will be moving out. Glen gets out of jail sometime in the middle of January. Donny says that Lenora said that he'll be living here until they can find a place. Lenora asked my mom to drop her off in the town that they usually live in on the 31st so that she can look for a place to stay. Please join me in praying that she has much success with her search.
My dad's brother is checking in to jail on the 8th. He has court that day and then he goes to jail from there. I really need to do some research to find out what kind of penalties a pedophile faces for not re registering every year. It'd be nice to have an idea of how long we can expect him to be locked up.
Well, I believe that's all my updates. Goodnight for now.
Monday, December 24, 2007
The Reason I Celebrate
Luke 2:1-20
The Birth of Jesus
1In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3And everyone went to his own town to register.
4So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
The Shepherds and the Angels
8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ[a] the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."
15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."
16So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
The Birth of Jesus
1In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3And everyone went to his own town to register.
4So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
The Shepherds and the Angels
8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ[a] the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."
15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."
16So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Cookies
What the hell possessed me to make me think that I wanted to bake cookies? And why on earth would I think that I wanted to make cookie trays for people? How long could my brain been out of commission for, that I actually bought the ingredients?
My grandma bakes cookies on a scale only rivaled by some of the larger cookie manufacturers. Those little elves in a tree don't know what baking is. I think it was last week that I mailed off 18 boxes of cookies for her. The week before that it was only four since they were going overseas. And now there are more boxes to be mailed. I think it's about 16, but I'm not sure.
All of that should give me a clear idea of what I was undertaking, and I did it anyway. I'm only doing cookies for 3 or 4 families, so I don't need as many. I had figured that if I did one kind each day, starting on Wednesday, I'd have no problems being ready. Ha!
I think it was Tuesday night that I made my sugar cookie dough. It has to be refrigerated, so it didn't get baked that night. On Wednesday night I made some no bake cookies since I was too tired to do anything else. On Thursday I didn't get home until late, so nothing got done. Last night I was too tired to attempt anything. This all leads to me having too much baking to do today.
This morning I tried to get started, but Donny needed me. So this afternoon I went in and made the truffle dough. Then i baked off sugar cookies while the truffle dough was in the fridge. Then I rolled out truffles. Then I made mocha truffle cookies. Oh wait, somewhere in there I stopped for dinner. All I know is that after 9 hours of baking I'm still not done. There's still gooey caramel bars and lacy oatmeal cookies to do. Oh, and one more kind of no-bake cookie. And tomorrow we go see my mother-in-law.
Have you ever tried baking while dizzy? Let me tell you something, it adds a whole new level to the baking. I felt like some dumb drunk. Walking in a straight line is an under appreciated talent.
Well, I gotta go to bed now. I'm hoping that the baking will seem much more manageable after a good night's rest.
My grandma bakes cookies on a scale only rivaled by some of the larger cookie manufacturers. Those little elves in a tree don't know what baking is. I think it was last week that I mailed off 18 boxes of cookies for her. The week before that it was only four since they were going overseas. And now there are more boxes to be mailed. I think it's about 16, but I'm not sure.
All of that should give me a clear idea of what I was undertaking, and I did it anyway. I'm only doing cookies for 3 or 4 families, so I don't need as many. I had figured that if I did one kind each day, starting on Wednesday, I'd have no problems being ready. Ha!
I think it was Tuesday night that I made my sugar cookie dough. It has to be refrigerated, so it didn't get baked that night. On Wednesday night I made some no bake cookies since I was too tired to do anything else. On Thursday I didn't get home until late, so nothing got done. Last night I was too tired to attempt anything. This all leads to me having too much baking to do today.
This morning I tried to get started, but Donny needed me. So this afternoon I went in and made the truffle dough. Then i baked off sugar cookies while the truffle dough was in the fridge. Then I rolled out truffles. Then I made mocha truffle cookies. Oh wait, somewhere in there I stopped for dinner. All I know is that after 9 hours of baking I'm still not done. There's still gooey caramel bars and lacy oatmeal cookies to do. Oh, and one more kind of no-bake cookie. And tomorrow we go see my mother-in-law.
Have you ever tried baking while dizzy? Let me tell you something, it adds a whole new level to the baking. I felt like some dumb drunk. Walking in a straight line is an under appreciated talent.
Well, I gotta go to bed now. I'm hoping that the baking will seem much more manageable after a good night's rest.
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