Flip-flopper seeks sexual healing

K folks, if any of you know anything about elderly norwegian women then you know they are stubborn, bull headish, and intensely uninterested in taking authoritative orders....
*sigh* grandma is still kicking, but insists on being a pain in my ass as it pertains to her care.

God love her, she's just like me.

But how am I? Err well, I guess I'm hanging in there.
I can't dwell on the sorrow of her illness because it just drags me down, so I've worked all evening to adjust my way of thinking and bounce back. Yesterday was a good day for me to just release the harbored feelings of losing her and concentrate fully on her still being around.

It's amazing what you can learn from your Grandmother when you're all alone and she's high from the morphine drip.
Things such as (I'm qouting here people, no joke) :

1. I always hated catty women with their noses up in the air like that. I enjoyed the men more, because they always made me feel special... nope, never cared for women... bitches.

2. I loved your grandfather so much, I remember I used to cheat on him all the time... it made him jealous and kept him around... it's okay to do that you know sweetie, they like that.
*shock horror*

3. There's nothing wrong with marijuana, I tried it once... I found it to be really fun. What I wouldn't give for a marijuana cigarette right now.

4. Your grandfather never wanted to eat dinner, he wanted his double gin and tonic before he'd even touch food... every night...

5. Do you have chocolate in your purse? Say you have a candy bar for me.

OMG, where is my mother... checking time... Come on Mom, say you'll be here before I find out that those are silicon implants protruding from their chest.
(well, they were... circa 1976 breast implants... nice great... err)

ANYWAY ...

I've had to find a way to concentrate on myself for my health and to avoid stress. Since I couldn't get any of the nurses to slip me some meds, my mother and I got skunk drunk on Saturday night. Drinking with Mom was a treat, and oh so necessary since we had not spent good quality time together... Ever gotten drunk with your mother? Again, interesting conversations that are not necessary but shed insight on family secrets that I could have lived without knowing... for a while anyway.

My mom rocked the entertainment life style when she was younger (you tart!)... I had no idea she dated some very popular people... celebrities even... Anybody remember that song "The Letter" by the Box Tops? HA.



----> yeah, my mom planted that flag. Nice girl, really she was... "My baby, wrote me a letter." Catchy, isn't it? Envisioning mom doing the go-go thing... then taking dude back to the hotel... jesus...

<---- little shocked and convinced that I will never hear that song the same way again.

MOVING ON!!

So, when not drinking with my mom... or manning the 'emergency nurse button' for my sweet and spicy grandmother I'm taking this shit out on my husband... which apparently is not too healthy. He's got a sinus infection but I'm not letting him sleep.
oh no people, no rest for him... I need fucked, it's the only way to take out my stress.

So, I come home.. kids go to bed... I concentrate a little on the important things in life. And then as husband hits the sheets and drifts into a soft slumber...
I pummel the fucker.

Yes, pummel... I take it because I really don't expect for him to be all gung-ho when he can barely breath through his nose and his face hurts... poor baby. So I go down on him, he wakes up, asks me what the fuck? Realizes he has a mouth on his dick, smiles, and just lets me go to town... HA. Like he minds that I'm riding him in the middle of the night? Duh, NO.

I think I worked him over for a good hour last night.... Had a hard time acheiving a nice full orgasm BUT, I did cum and I did feel better and it was just enough for me to fall into a deep sleep.
I love using my husband like a tool. Best method of stress relief EVER.

So that's what I'm hinging on to keep me sane... sex. Because even when my world crashes around me and I lose everything I still need a stiff one... It's sick kinda, but at least I can identify with appropriate therapy and self medicate!

Alright, time to wrap up this post and let y'all know that I appreciated your shout outs yesterday... and the hugs and kisses I received *blush*. I have the day off but my schedule will be packed with getting grams to the hospice and fucking my husband. Which... *checking time*... needs to start right about now.