I went in and had a talk with the companion. Serious. He has been devouring sweets many times all day and till bedtime. It has gotten so out of hand that I grow concerned. I will not control another human being...no. They have to behave as they see fit, and that's a fact.
He listened. I was amazed. I explained the problems and dangers of his diet. He listened. Said nothing.
I gave up and let it go. I had done all that I was going to do. Period.
Then yesterday, he ate about half of the sweets he had eaten every day.
Maybe he heard me. Maybe not. Time will tell.
I did tell him that his diet was a form of suicide....
Then for toppers, I explained to him that I didn't like tv, and the last book that I ordered, I had read. What do with my time? Okay. Banjo. Yes. He would either need to ignore me or use earphones. Also started guitar lessons. What that is about is my daughter is taking lessons in flat picking from a friend, and passes this onto me to keep up with her lessons and learn also. Okay. Will do that also. He does not like banjo. No objections to guitar or dobro...just not the banjo.
Unacceptable. The banjo stays, and I play with my big one after a piece of foam inside the thing. Deadens some noise. This has been working out rather well. I used the little Goodtime, but now the Gibby. Little he says. If he gets tired of me and my noise, the earphones are right there and handy. This seems to be okay now. I play till bedtime, but never wake him up with my instruments...that's the deal.
Peace prevails.
The weather prevents being outside much. I am in here, and the banjo is my buddy. I do Not play well...that's a fact. Thru the bursitis, tendonistis, the swelling of my hands, and they were almost imobile at times, and I dropped stuff constantly . Driving became a nightmare...straight was fine, but to turn the wheel created great pain from my swollen hands that were near useless at times. I had the daughter put a big fleecy cover on my steering wheels to better hold the wheel even. I have lived with terrible pain from hands twice the normal size! Nothing took down the swelling. Nothing.
Then I would sit and talk this over with the Lord every morning. I needed help bad. My prayers are being answered. I actually put back on my rings. I could not get them on before...and almost had to have them cut off the swelling became so bad. Diabetes....it does different annoyances to different people. Nobody is the same. This I have learned.
The hands are still some stiff, but are so much better. My prayers are being answered. I am so grateful.
This has gone on since May...it's been a long long road to get this far.
Nancy