Everything is ordered but the magnesium, which I know I can get at the grocery later today.
We are at home drinkers, because we no longer can drink socially...I sit at my end of the house with my rum and coke, and he sits at his end with gin and ice, with a goal of passing out a proper time to get up and go to work (or whatever is on the schedule for the weekend.).
We're tired of it, and we are afraid of it. We've got too much to lose...great jobs, great marriage (or it used to be), a grandson to be here soon.
And I can soooo sympathize with the person who talked about being tired of waking up with bruises she had no idea of how they occurred. It seems I fall down a lot...not that I can remember it, mostly.
The thing that hurts the most is my youngest son, the caretaker soul. He sleeps with his door open, so he can pick me up and put me in bed when I fall down. It's not right.
I'm really looking for a way out.
We intend to follow Week 1 regimen as soon as things start coming in, until all the pieces are assembled.
Looking forward to my new and improved life.
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