I'm alive. Sorta. Bad car accident. Some guy turned in front of me and I T-boned him going about 40mph. Thankfully, he's fine and he was ticketed for failure to yield.
Been out of work for a while. Bored out of my mind. Not digging this whole invalid thing. I can't use my left arm at all. Pain meds, which I hate taking, give me horrible stomach cramps and 'the runs', so I'm not taking them.
Hot Stud has been playing nurse and being an utter sweetie. No, he's not caring for me in a loincloth, but he's still a welcome sight. The other day, he filled up a bunch of pots with soil so I could start my garden seeds. I was so doped up, I didn't mark what was what. So I have about 50 pots of everything from three varieties of tomatoes, to herbs, cukes, peppers, and a ton of annuals and not a clue what they are. I'll have to wait to see when they sprout. Gardening under the influence is not a good thing.
"The crush" has failed miserably and although I had already written him off, this incident sealed the deal. He didn't even bother to call me for almost a week after it happened and when he did, he didn't even ask how I was or ask if I needed anything. He just wanted to know if I had any good pain meds.
Sitting up hurts. Need to recline and drug up again.
That's it.
I am sorry to hear about your accident. I am glad someone is helping you out, and I hope that your mother has stayed away. Let us know how the garden turns out. :)