Nose Whistle

Poor Joe, he's got on his breath right strip, and though actually breathing through his nose, the whistle is so bad that I still woke his ass up and told him to blow his nose. Yeah. Poor, poor Joe.

As I type this I am in mild pain. Joe and I dead armed each other today, and while his pain quickly went away, I have a small goose egg forming on my forearm, which still hurts. Joe says that if I was a video game character, my fighting power would be an 8, but my defense shield would be a 1. Well, what the hell. I can't help having small forearms. He was pretty much going to either hit muscle or bone. Dang it.

Other than the dead arming, today was pretty good. I had no patients at work, and the other social worker wasn't there, so I had the office to myself. I did leave early to accompany Joe to the hematologist, which is actually at an oncology clinic. I'd never been there before, and the first thing I saw when I walked up after parking was an old lady dropping her sickly old husband off at the front door. Jebus. That pretty much summarized the majority of the clientele, which was sad. While there, Joe and I vowed to care for each other when we're old. I'm sure we meant it when we said it at our wedding, but we know a little more about it now. So anyway. Basically a test that I think is called the anti-nuclear antibody test came back positive. It's somewhere written down in my purse. Somehow it started to come back negative but then turned positive? The doctor was less than helpful with explaining stuff, but the gist of it has something to do with possible auto-immune issues, which apparently caused a brief internal freak out in Joe regarding AIDS. After seeing the doctor and hearing how he answers questions, I am seriously doubting his ability to provide quality care, which scares me, though we're pretty sure Joe doesn't have AIDS. Maybe lupus, but not AIDS. We'll see what happens, and maybe I'll have to play pit bull in the corner to this doc. Joe gave a bunch of blood for re-tests today, so we'll go back in two weeks for results.

After that, I checked back in with work. Still no new patients, so I opted not to go back. Yeah, not sure if I really have that power, but fuck it. Joe and I went to the Golden Doughnut, a local favorite and bought a dozen to take home. Woot. I think I had three before I passed out. Oops. It's so hot here that there is really nothing else to do. I mean when it's 102 degrees outside, count me out. Finally, at around 7 something I started prepping dinner. Oops again. We ate close to nine, but it was good - kabobs with pork loin, mango, red bell pepper, baby bella mushrooms, pineapple, and purple onion (marinated of course) over brown rice with cilantro and lime in it. Pretty good.

And now here we are in bed. He's passed out, and I'm laying here typing on the computer with my gimp arm. May tomorrow be as good as today!