Feeling cranky

I had a minor medical procedure last week, and I'm having some residual pain. The doctor says I "should not" be feeling pain still, but I am.  The doc says people typically have a pins and needles sensation for a few days, but for me the feeling is knives and ice picks, and it's been almost a week. 

I'm taking some pain meds (Tylenol with codeine #3), but I hate taking them because they wreak havoc with my digestion (if you know what I mean).  And they sap my motivation to work out.  So I'm in a cranky mood.  I just want to feel normal again.

Easter was fine, the food was delicious, but my mother complained non-stop to me about it.  Along with all the traditional food we brought, Hub also made a new dish he'd been wanting to try ("Paula Deen's Cheese Grits").  When I told her it was grits, she very loudly proclaimed "Oh, Ick!!!!" and wouldn't even try it.  Yes, she's never had it, but she didn't like the name, so she wouldn't try it.  (If I had talked like that as child or refused to try something, she would have beat me...literally.)  Fortunately Hub is a bit deaf, so he didn't actually hear her say that.  When I quietly asked her if she could at least be polite, she told me I couldn't tell her what to do.   

Sigh...Whatever.  What's next..."you're not the boss of me"?

It's getting to be almost unbearable spending time in a group setting like that.  I'm relatively okay when it's just the two of us, but at family gatherings, she's such a loose cannon as well as an attention hog that I'm always on edge wondering what rude or crazy thing she will say next.

This weekend, Buster and I went to a Norwich Terrier "puppy party."  Buster got to see his Auntie Pam and Kermit and Olive.  B, K & O are all in the older crowd now...I remember when they were all puppies and so crazy.  Buster would run and run non-stop for 3 hours and I would have to catch him and hold him to make him calm down.  He still enjoys these events, but now he is mostly happy to sit on my lap and observe the chaos, rather than play, and I can tell he is ready to go home after about an hour and a half.  I think all those young "kids" wear him out.  My baby boy is 10 years old now...I don't even like to contemplate him getting older. 

That's Buster toward the end of the video, the one with the limp

He seems a little lost, which makes me sad

(For some reason the video shows up when I view the post on my laptop but not my iPad.  If you cannot see it on the post, here's a link to where I posted it on my YouTube Channel...but Blogger will not let me just imbed it here from YouTube.  I guess that's technology...shrug.  BTW, it's a public channel so you are welcome to look at ALL my videos there, they are mostly of of Buster! *smile*)

Hope all is well with everyone out there in BlogLand.  Take care.