CarolPa
Executive Chef
Don't let him get an Oxygen and Pulse monitor...
LOL PF! When I first got mine, everyone who came to our house had to have their Oxygen and Pulse checked!
Don't let him get an Oxygen and Pulse monitor...
Good for you at sharpening your skills. My parents were always a one-car family. Mom got the car every Wednesday, Dad's day off, to run her errands. Once he retired, they went everywhere together, like they were joined at the hip. When Dad died, Mom was lost. It had been so long since she had driven that she didn't want to drive again. I decided then that I never wanted to not drive for any extended time.I haven't driven a car in over two years. We are a one car family now and DH drives everywhere we go. The last time I drove, DH was sick in bed and I had no choice but to drive. I'm concerned that I might get into that situation again. So I had DH take me up to the local park where the speed limit is 15 MPH with very little traffic and let me drive around a bit. We just got a new car and it's bigger than I'm accustomed to. I'm going to do that every few days until I feel ready to go out on the road, then I will drive home, about two miles. After that I will make sure I drive at least once a week, even if it's just up to the store and back.
Don't let him get an Oxygen and Pulse monitor...
Gah! I'm not letting DH read this, O&P monitor will be next. I'll have to get him a backpack.
He's been taking his new best friend toy everywhere. Thankfully, he didn't call me every 15 minutes today to report his temp from work. I think he's feeling better.
<walking> My pulse is 72...76...82...75...
<breathing> My Oxygen is 98...94...97...96...92...
Ha it says "finger out"
Now: Taking a year off between high school and college to explore the world. Pricey, but Mom and Dad will pay for it most of the time.
Then: Taking a year off between high school and college to work at The Gap to explore the world of work. Mom and Dad aren't paying for all of your college costs.
How is it even possible to tip a cup of hot tea so that it runs down the inside of my sleeve??? ��
DH opened the fridge door, peered at all the leftovers inside, and told me I need to stop cooking. We have too much to eat, he said.
Same man who complains that there's nothing to eat. Huh.