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Hopalong:
I'm sooo glad you've had this peaceful downtime, Amber.
Long overdue. Hope the serenity sticks or your resolve to defend it does.
I bet it was bliss.

And what better news that B has a clear dx, meds, and a path forward.
Wow. No point seething about the VA, even though you're right. Y'all have
better things to do with newfound energies!

I hope too this means you will get to be together soon. It's never the wrong
season (imo) for a beach getaway, even if you spend the whole time cuddled
beside a fire pit.

Hugs
Hops

sKePTiKal:
You read my mind about the beach, Hops. I already know what is/isn't open that time of year, too. So it's no biggie for me to take that leap.

Well, 2 days in on the antibiotic - and he's having allergic reactions & major nausea to this specific formula. HOPEFULLY, it's not as serious as his allergy to the preferred A/B for this infection. My poor happy warrior, has decided he will try to ride this out for the 10 days... we both know it's his only chance at knocking down the infection and finally getting back on track with his pain management program. Adding benedryl to the pill schedule... sigh.

Despite being this sick, right now, he did something totally amazing last night. At least I think it is.

We were playing our goodnight text games... one upping each other on kiss emojis - LOL (yeah, we're 14 yrs old LOL) - and this whole wave of a feeling of BEING LOVED came across our telepathic connection. He won, I couldn't top infinity X 10 squared. It tossed me for a loop and made me (!) speechless. Usually, I'm feeling love for the other person in a relationship... and it's been so long since I felt this, I forgot it was missing in my life.

Last time I felt this, was 4 years ago this month - after Mike signed the last birthday card to me, that I got from him. That one knocked me ass for teacup too. And by then, it had been rare for years already - as M started sinking beneath the cancer.

Tell ya what, I know I CAN live a full life without that kind of love... but I'm pretty sure I don't WANT to. The fact it comes from a guy with one of "those" bad boy pasts, rough life, and will to survive almost everything... but who is also a quiet (he doesn't talk about it) scholar, artisan, and philosopher... who can live like the plains Indians or a mountain man (because he HAS)... is all the more fascinating to me.

I could've just let him slip away back to his normal life in June. I didn't even say goodbye the morning they left. He left me a note - and several other goodies. Some of which I didn't find until months later  LOL. That's the way I framed it with him anyway. This was fabulous, but I don't have a claim on you, vaya con dios. Obviously that didn't happen that way. And we both know that it may not be a long time, before no matter how hard we both fight together to keep him mobile and well - it's out of our control. But, I've already been warned, I need tango shoes and lessons. (So I can learn not to lead all the time... LOL.)

Yep; he done sent me over the moon again... and here I am babbling like a teenager with her first beau. LOL....

Contractor has been working like madmen on the Hut. Plumbing's been laid to the well & septic, joists & deck done for the main floor and all the 2nd level foam ICFs (forms) are here. They could pour those by Thanksgiving. Then, it's just rafters, doors & windows to close in, before the end of the year. Hol needs to get her wood stove ordered/picked out. She'll be home tomorrow - latest. No idea when we'll see Steve, until after New Years; he's working that much. John will be here and he & I are already working on T'giving menu. I'm going to try to get a local, organic turkey today. MAYBE we'll invite Matthew, but the holiday's approach seems to be activating all his issues from last year again. And neither Hol or I are up for a repeat of the experience we had last year.

We are VERY laid back about these kinds of gatherings. Wouldn't it be lovely if Buck's D spent the holiday with her other relatives and he was free to come visit? Hmmmmm. I need to work on that idea, maybe.

Twoapenny:
You sound like such a good match, Skep.  Yes, we can all live without love but oh my days, it's so lovely when your heart does a pit a pat when the phone beeps :)

I hope this infection clears up.  I'm glad they did something but appalled at how they're treating him.  Unfortunately things are very similar here.  Many of our vets end up with PTSD, self medicate with booze or drugs and end up living on the streets.  People walk past them on their way to Remembrance parades to honour the dead.  No honour for the living.  Absolutely awful.  And healthcare tends to be what's cheapest and easiest rather than what's best for the patient.  I share your scepticism over the ethics of it all.  But hope something changes soon for Bcuk.  Have they told him when this discharge thing will be sorted out? xx

sKePTiKal:
Haven't heard yet Tupp; on the official discharge. It's the gov't - and worse, military - so things move super-slow.

On top of the antibiotic needs, he's allergic to the specific one (which is probably the #2 choice for dealing with this infection, since he's highly allergic to #1)... so now he's taking benedryl, too. LOL. At least it's making him sleepy! He sleeps less than anyone I've known; and Mike would normally get by on 4 hrs a night.

I did suggest we might be able to figure out how to get him here for a long T'giving weekend. He's thinking on it. Still not confident enough about his medical situation yet to jump at the invitation and take a risk.

He is in amazingly good spirits, considering how he's being treated by these institutions. Yes, he has moments of being a total grumposaurus, but it's always just venting... and I don't see him taking his frustration out on anyone else. (One watches for things like that depending on what you grew up around.) More often, he finds ways to cheer himself up or distract himself - but he doesn't handle boredom well. When he's feeling well enough, he can handle it himself - it's when he physically can't get up & do, that he needs some engagement & entertainment.

Hol & Steve are expected back to the farm today - sometime. I am OK with it, but really really really enjoyed this "time off" from living with other people and their activity, needs/wants, etc. Also feeling a bit of the "company's coming" anticipation... even though they live here. LOL. I really sank right into my own "doing/being" these past few days... and am finally feeling rested again. I guess that means I should work harder on taking care of myself when they're around... consider that a boundary of sorts. Not the the solid-steel, never changes kind of boundary... but one that becomes the routine, for my own good - which can be dropped on occasion. For fun reasons, or need, in some actual REAL crisis situations. (Which are fewer than I think I perceive, many times.)

Hopalong:
Over the moon is a happy place to be!
I'm so happy for you getting to feel that joyful connection.
And you two DO sound connected. Really connected.

I think the joy will flourish even more when the hobbits
and hangers-on are no longer in YOUR house, but in a
separate space. Haven't been entirely clear until recently
that people are bunking and cooking in your personal home,
but I know even my extravert side would go absolutely
bonkers with that much invasion.

Here's to rapid progress on the hut!
And on a hopeful process for B, who's so smart to endure
the allergy-Benadryl so he can take in the right antibiotic.

Much light,
Hops

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