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Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Ho Ho Hoyer ...Things I Hate



hoist
verb (used with object)
to raise or lift, especially by some mechanical appliance.






At  least I know it will hold me😁



Looks like it's time for the Hoyer.  Whoppie fucking do!  Poor Mike is just getting to the point of beyond sick of listening to me moan and bitch every time he picks me up.  I would say get over it but, I am getting tried of being bruised from one end to the other!


 I have done a post on the Hoyer in the past but now it is just real.  I mean who wouldn't want to be wrapped in plastic cloth, hoisted in the air and taken to where ever you need to go, hanging like a sack of potatoes.  I thought the fucking mini van was embarrassing, no contest!  Well guess I shouldn't complain, it's a source.  My PT is coming this morning to show us how to use the Hoyer.  Guess I better get use to it.  It's just another step in TSAD.  I don't have to like it, I don't have to even pretend to like it.   As a matter of fact I will fucking hate it, so there!


My sweet little baby Emerson spent the night, last weekend, which always makes my heart melt.  I just want to eat her alive.  We were laying in bed, watching cooking shows, which we
 always do.  She said, "CiCi I wish you could walk so we could play".  I told her I knew, that I wish I could as well.  She sat there for a second and said, "You have a angel in heaven, Chase".  I could tell she was putting two and two together some how, so I said, "You want to know something about heaven",  she said yes.  I said,  " Everyone in heaven walks, runs, and can play tennis or jump on a trampoline, everyone in heaven is happy and feels no pain". She sat there for another second and said, "I love you CiCi from eternity times 2".  Now if that doesn't bring a tear to your eye.



My little munchkin.




The PT just left.  Just let me say you haven't lived until you have been "hoisted" spread eagle, hanging from the air with absolutely no control.  It's a visual I don't even want, let a loan having to live it daily.  Well I still have one good arm to drink wine with!



Whine on...
Sue "CiCi" Cook