Can't one of you at least sing me a lullaby?

Please?  It's 1:30 AM and I can't sleep.  All I keep thinking about is the trip and getting lost and what to pack and what to carry on the plane and my Ex and......
SHUT UP YOU STUPID BRAIN!!!!!!!
It causes my left arm to hurt and then I am thinking heart attack and on and on.  And then there's my breathing and am I dying and.....
This is all dumb stuff to be thinking about.  Truly. 
I took a xanax in the hopes that it will relax my mind.  But what if I forget to go to the store and buy a little item so I can write the check for extra cash so I can buy water after I go through security so I can take my pills so I can sleep through most of the flight but what if I have saliva dribbling down my chin while I sleep or do you think I should warn whoever is sitting next to me though the last time no one said anything but they did end up having to help me find my bags cuz they all looked the same but I am gonna tie a fluorescent orange ribbon to the handles if I can find it but I need to make sure it isn't long enough to get caught in the go-round thingie though if I cut it too short after tying it I'm thinking it might unravel and I'll be stuck once again trying to find my blue suitcases in a sea of blue suitcases although it might be kinda cool to pick up a rich person's by mistake but I am too honest to keep it though I don't think God would be too angry if I searched for like $5 or so right because it isn't that much and I don't think it is fair that a wife has to go on a trip without any money though if I remember to get some money by buying something small at the grocery store and get like $20 or so I really wouldn't have to worry about that but maybe I should write that down on my to-do list so I don't forget to do it and oh....there's two grand kids having birthdays and-wait-is there supposed to be and apostrophe before the S in birthday because I don't know and spell-check doesn't know and I also don't like the way spell check says I have to spell grandkids cuz I don't think it should be two words since I don't pause when I say the word and yes I consider it to be one word and now both of my forearms are hurting on the tops of them and I know it is from my cervical area which is not to say cervix cuz it means neck like where I had that surgery because I know there is another disc that he didn't want to operate on yet and it was funny that he said my hip would be the really sore part after the surgery because he took bone from there to fuse the discs together but it turns out that he was right cuz it hurt like a mutha though I guess I should be grateful because if my neck hurt like that I don't know what I would have done especially since I had to wear one of those cones like they put on dogs so they don't rip their stitches out even though I couldn't have reached the stitches with my teeth even without the cone.

*taking a breath here*

Isn't this so long that like you gave up reading after the first couple sentences which I am not angry about cuz I am just emptying my head here and no one is required to read it because when I need you I know you always come through for me because you are all nice like that even though I don't deserve it since I have been so lax in reading posts lately and that is only because I don't really do anything when Hunter is gone other than what I must and even then I do it at the last possible minute and I am also enjoying the quiet because it seems that getting older has caused me to be startled by loud noises which doesn't mean sudden actions jar me as they don't so I think it has something to do with my hearing but I am not going to have that checked out cuz I still have to make an appt. with the pulmonologist since my Oxygen saturation was only 94 but I will go after I get back from Vegas because if I go now I will spend all my time away worrying about the fact that he will have told me I too have COPD like Hunter and for right now I just want to be in denial.....OH WOW did you hear my neck popping and crackling just now but I don't want you to worry because it is only air in there and it is nothing to worry about although I think that when my son-in-law cracks his neck, it isn't a good thing cuz it could break right.....and then where would my daughter and the grandkids be and yes dear spell check I am going to spell grandkids like that and speaking of my daughter....I don't like that she never calls me or even texts to see if I am ok just in case I am lying or laying on the floor with a big gash on my head that looks worse than it is since head wounds bleed so much like that time I was a kid with super long hair and Billy Saindon threw a rock at me cuz I crossed the wooden plank that went across the ditch like it was "his" place or something I guess kinda like gangs think certain street corners are theirs and that is something I never understood anyway but when my mom saw all that blood she was freaked out and did I tell you I found a letter she had written to me when I was in high school, I think it was a month or so before she died and she was in the hospital and it made me cry but that reminds me of when we could all smoke in the hospital and then they changed it to only the patients themselves being able to smoke and then it was that you had to go to a smoking room, like one on each floor and now you have to go outside anywhere from 15 ft. away from the door to off the hospital property which I think is unfair because #1 - we are being treated like lepers and #2 - we are made to stand out in all kinds of weather and #3 - if you are a smoker, hospital issues are about as stressful as it gets unless maybe if you are an air traffic controller though I am not afraid to fly cuz I am not afraid of crashing nor am I afraid of being high jacked but it is more of a panic attack kind of thing like agoraphobia though that might not be right either so all I can say is that I feel I would be OK if I could sit in the cockpit (Ha, I said cock) or if everyone would turn their air vents towards me but I will be ok cuz Dawn tweaked my meds so I know that they will work but I think I would feel better if I could do the map quest thing that I can do but I don't know how to use our new printer yet though I am sure I could figure it out if I read the instructions which I should do cuz I have things I would like to scan into my computer so that one day I would then be able to find them and not only that but be able to attach them to my blog but not like an attachment you put in an e-mail but like I have some old pictures and stuff and even though I am still not tired I will say goodbye to the one person who may still be reading in the hopes that by doing so they will be awarded a prize of some sort and I am so sorry to disappoint you but I do hope you have a goodnight and a wonderful weekend.  Amen....or..opps, um, THE END?

Too Hot. Too Tired. Too Busy.

Baseball = a damn good tan.  One game Saturday and two on Sunday.  Whew!  Cain won the tournament!  The first three innings were boring as hell.  Walks or strike-outs.  I hollered out - HIT THE BALL.  I DIDN'T COME HERE FROM ARKANSAS TO SEE THIS!    So I lied.  No one knew I lived only about 50 minutes away.  But they did start hitting the ball.  Dawn, another 2 ladies, a man and I were really sick of their 3rd base coach.  He was a jerk.  When our pitchers forearm was starting to hurt the coach is like....."they're in trouble now."  And he repeated several times as well as other rude comments.  And he's yelling at us..."I can say whatever I want!"   I know,, small penis, right?  Anyway, the referee told us to shut up in so many words.  They ended up tied 2-2 at the end of the game so they went into another inning.  Cain's team was up first.  They scored 3 runs!  Other team then scored no more.  5-2.  Exciting game.  So much so that I kind of turned one street before the tollway going home a I was exclaiming out loud to myself about the game.  Yeah, you all know I am weird.  I soon realized the error as the street was so pretty.  Turned around and managed to make it home OK.

The tired part is different.  I seem to sleep about 4-5 hours a night then need a 3 hour nap.  It is my own fault that I stay up so late.  But it is Hunter's fault that he's back to waking me in the mornings.  This morning it was......."I'm leaving now.  Don't forget to get up in an hour and let Maggie out."
What? 
So I got up.  Whatever. 
I had jury duty for the first time yesterday.  It was different.  I didn't get called to be on the jury and I got free doughnuts so I guess that was OK.  And I earned $14 for my effort.  That puts almost 3 gallons of gas in the tank. Woo-Hoo!

Hunter has had a super bad cold.  He went to his pulmonologist today.  The doctor said that being sick has exacerbated his COPD. and was put on steroids (which make people crazy angry) and also to use his rescue inhaler twice a day.  Doesn't sound good to me.  His cough is sooooo bad.

Other than that, they say it should be down in the 70's this weekend.  I can only hope and pray.

Daughter still hasn't found a place to live.  She is still in denial I think.  She feels they should be able to rent a house as big as theirs is.  She looks down on all the places she sees on line or in person.  Really? All I would care is that it is a safe place to live.  They aren't buying the place.  Can't advise and can't worry.
Peace.