tuesday post

good evening! TWFT topic was 'tall cedars', and em was hard at work plodding 3274 steps today. righteo, just gimmee a few mins to say hello to all my online MSN buddies, and i'll be right back with you with today's events!
-TWFT topic was 'tall cedars'.
-PIG mum dug em up this morning. she used the pot:P, got kitted, then PIG mum made(PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of friday's post to see what i REALLY want to type, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><)her walk out to the gobbling :P table. like, i've said i remember the good ol' days, when even going to UQ for physiotherapy at 11am, PIG mum would just let me sleep, then i'd get up, drink a mug of milo, eat a museli bar, then just head out for UQ. fair enough, the UQ appointment is really late in the morning, so fair enough, if PIG mum decides that she'd much rather dig me up and force me to walk to the gobbling :p table for breakfast before forcing me to walk to the car, who am i to deny her that happiness? i mean, i've recently come to realise that almost everything i do is for PIG mum's pleasure. that's okay. at least she gets to be happy. but for a 9am hospital appointment, would it really be that much of a SIN to sleep an extra 10-20 mins, drink a mug of milo, chomp a museli bar, then head out straight to the car for your appointment? sadly, PIG mum apparently belives so. oh well, at least one person gets to be happy. :(
-so brekkie was a mug of warm milo and a crunchy choc chip museli bar. of course, PIG mum forced poor ela to hang onto the bar and ordered era (who prefers to becalled 'eeeera', BTW, not 'error' :P)to do the unwrapping.
-after popping me my drugs :P - a fish oil, a garlic, 2 cranberry and a bilberry - PIG mum made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of friday's post to see what i REALLY want to type, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk out to the car.
-she forced poor em to buckle her own seatbelt, then tootled us off to the PA, listening to westlife's face to face. hey, 8 months have almost passed! why has not westlife come out with a new album STILL?! o_O
-luckily, we found a park outside. PIG mum made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of friday's post to see what i REALLY want to type, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk all the way in. still no sticky. :( luckily, em hasn't fallen to her death yet.
-physio with dom dom started at 9am. mainly lotsa standing and weightshifting to the left work. (heaven forbid if i were EVER to weight shift to the right! the moon would be blue, surely, then the sky would fall down, of that i'm sure. :P) michael came to help us out. he sounds like a nice, gentle softspoken man. :)
-helen came with morning tea! so white and two for me (lol, she asked me, "two sugars or two equal?" to which i replied, "your choice. two sugars or two equal, either one'll do.") and a pack of bikkies, a nice and a milk arrowroot. wonder what happened to the scotch fingers? i liked them!
-dom dom handed me back to PIG mum at 10am, reminding me to be quiet as i walked back outside. i told PIG mum i wanted to use the bathroom, so she made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of friday's post to see what i REALLY want to type, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk to the loo, forced me to dak myself, forced me to pull up my own pants after a long tinkle, made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of friday's post to see what i REALLY want to type, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk over to wash and dry both hands, then made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of friday's post to see what i REALLY want to type, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk back to the car.
-after forcing poor em to buckle her own seatbelt again, she tootled us back home, kindly pulling over on warrigal road to buy me the paper.
-PIG mum made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of friday's post to see what i REALLY want to type, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk all the way back into the couch, where i collapsed with a sigh of relief in my TV chair. but uh oh. >< PIG mum somehow took offence with the way i sat and promptly forced poor em to practise that again. twice. ><
-only then did i watch nine's morning news hour.
-i was ready for my yummy chunky soup lunch at midday, but for whatever reason that so pleased her, PIG mum decided to force poor em off to bed. actually, i went to the loo once first, no guesses as to who forced who to do the dakking and un-dakking.
-i was still awake after ten minutes, but fell asleep before i got to the twenty minute mark. and wow, i'm such a pig! :P i slept all the way till 4:30!
-PIG mum welcomed in the new carer from staffing options, aisling (pronounced 'ashling'). i used the pot :P once more, they got me kitted, then PIG mum made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of friday's post to see what i REALLY want to type, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk to the laundry for my shower, of course forcing me to dak myself.
-PIG mum's definitely a great big MEANIEPOO>< she must've told aisling to force poor em to dak all of myself. oh well, i'll get the help when i can. other than that, i'll survive.:(
-so i washed my own hair, scrubbed all of me bar my right arm and my back. guess aisling must've realised that short of supporting ela, i couldn't possibly wash my right upper arm.
-i had a tinkle before aisling flipped the water off, and one more when she went outside to fetch sth. i dried myself, creamed myself, rekitted myself. thanks to aisling who helped me with my shoelaces. then she Forced me to walk back out to the gobbling :P table.
-arvo tea was my stockpot chunky soup and two slices of toast, which i buttered myself. poor ela - looks like aisling's just like PIG mum, it isn't enough that i already stick it up on the table. well, at least she's nice enough; PIG mum prolly approves of any carer who forces me to do everything.
-at 6pm, aisling Forced me to walk over to my TV chair and she flicked on seven's news, read out by rod young and kay mcgrath, sport by shane webcke and weather by john schluter. thanks to whoever who fed me two or three round sao crackers.
-we watched today tonight, hosted by matt white, till 6:45pm. aisling Forced me to walk to the toilet, also forcing me to dak myself. i asked her please for a glass of water, then did a stinky unspeakable, wiping myself too.
-PIG mum came to get me, of course forcing poor em to pull up her own pants. then she made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of friday's post to see what i REALLY want to type, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk over to wash and dry my right hand, before she took poor em on a forced march up the stairs, to my room, and back down. actually, i decided i was too tired to do it all at once, and so plopped my weary bum down on the carpet. after i'd finally made it down, PIG mum forced me to do those exercises that human movement student, daniel, taught me to do.
-at last, i was allowed to tootle online for my PISSY two hour time restriction that so pleases PIG mum to restrict me to. after bending down awkwardly to flip on the bottom three switches, i tootled online.
-phew, i finished! so i'll just check, then, if i've the time left, will send an email to a few people. doubt i've got enough time for any news articles, but oh well. toms, PIG mum's booked poor em in for a torture session with vincent the physio. >< argh, i'll survive. somehow, i always do. even better, she's promised to take me to maccas, so we can use the offer where if you buy a drink, you can get a bacon and egg mcmuffin for only a buck extra. from the drive-thru. i wonder if she'll consent to buying me a yummy chicken caesar salad for lunch? dunno, but everything's crossed! hope everyone has a great day toms!
cheers,
em. ^^
P.S. i found and corrected 3 errors in my post tonight.