This is going to be one of those hodge-podge kind of posts. There’s a lot going on around here.
First of all, I was without a car for a little over a week. Not because there was anything wrong with my car, of course. It was my son – the guy with Asperger’s – who had his car die. When a mechanic puts your car up on the lift to check the brakes and asks, “Are you sure you really want to put money into this car – the frame is rotting?” you know you have a BIG problem.
So my husband gave my son his Taurus to use, then took my car to work – leaving me with no wheels. That was the least of the problems.
The big problem was that my son, who just signed his first lease on his first apartment, could not afford a car payment along with paying rent. That meant he had about $2500 to replace the car he absolutely has to have to get to work – to pay the rent. He started out by checking listings online. My husband and I checked all the places nearby that we could think of. It’s difficult – the terms “reliable transportation” and “nearly free” are really incompatible! We finally located a place that we thought might work.
We told my son hehad to go look and talk to the salesman. That’s no easy assignment for a kid with Asperger’s. But he did it. It was another of those events that told us he really has progressed – to think it only took 27 years. He found a car and finally picked it up early this past week. I had my car back!!!
My husband has been having some issues with . . . well, ED. If you don’t know what that means, you’ve never watched sports on TV. There’s at least one commercial per session about either natural or prescription enhancement products. But the problem here was that even with the prescription, there were issues. I suspected either stress or other health issues, especially since there was some issue with fatigue and mood swings as well. The doctor decided to test his testosterone. Bingo!! Chalk one up for the good doctor. The test revealed that his level was down about a third. So we now have a nice prescription gel that will improve his hormone level. Probably won’t need that other prescription after a while! You can be sure that’s one prescription I won’t be touching – at this age, I have enough pesky chin hairs already!
Wednesday was the only really nice day we’ve had here in a long time and we decided to go to a Sox game. No, not the Boston Red Sox – their minor league affiliate the Pawtucket Red Sox. I suggested it because John Smoltz, who has been there on a rehab stint, was pitching his final PawSox game before heading up to the big team. I thought it would be a great way to see the guy and not have to pay an arm and a leg.
The Pawtucket Red Sox play in McCoy Stadium – in Pawtucket, RI, of course. It is a clean, family-friendly venue – much more intimate than the major league parks. The cost is much better in this economy – our lower level seats cost $10 each. General admission is only $6 per person. Amazing!! Even the concession stands were not overpriced. My husband had been there before but I had not. It was a great place.
The game was fun, but S … L … O … W. It started at 7 PM and by 9:30 PM we were only at the bottom of the 6th inning. Baseball is a slow game, but this was becoming tedious. Smoltz looked “so-so.” They got a lot of contact off him and if it wasn’t for the hard work of the outfielders, there would have been quite a few more hits. There were a lot of pitches hitting the dirt around the mound, too. When Smoltz left the game, we were treated to the superb pitching of Clay Buchholtz. This guy belongs in the majors! He had speed, location and confidence.
I began to have problems with my back and a mild headache in the second inning. Fibromyalgia is apparently not a baseball fan – or at least not a fan of the baseball stadium seats. By the sixth inning, I had a wicked headache and enough overall pain that I feared I would end up with a major flare-up!! Since my husband had to work the next morning anyway, I asked if we could leave. It wasn’t hockey, after all. I had already taken a muscle relaxant and some serious pain meds with no relief. My husband could see I was not doing well and we left right away. As it turned out, the score when we left, PawSox 9 Charlotte Knights 3, was the final score as well – so we really didn’t miss anything, right?
I did spend Thursday with a kind of muscle relaxant “hangover.” No energy and a fear that the pain might still flare up. Gratefully, by resting and not pushing myself, I was feeling better this morning.
Today my husband had a half day of work, so we took his parents out to lunch to celebrate Father’s Day early. Then we went over to their house to spend some “quality time.” My husband’s son will be here from Delaware for Father’s Day and I’ve gotten them tickets to a Manchester (NH) Fisher Cats minor league baseball game. No more baseball for me for a while! I just wish the weather forecast for Sunday was better, but I guess that’s one thing I can’t control.
I wish all fathers a Happy Father’s Day, regardless of the weather. Fathers – and mothers – have the hardest job on the planet.