good afternoon! TWFT is 'thoughts on marriage' and i'm going to log in my final plodding total for today, even though it's only 1:01pm, coz i seriously doubt that PIG mum will allow me to tootle back online when i get home from toastmasters tonight. i mean, fingers, toes, and all other appendages are crossed that she WILL find that kind heartedness in her, but i've also taught myself: it's okay to dream, but not THAT fancifully! :P anyways, em was hard at work plodding 4221 steps today. righteo, PIG mum orders me to practise ela typing at 2pm, coz we're off to see rod at 3pm, so here's the spotty :P points for today!
-firstly, go em! who managed to swing herself over to use the pot :P once last night without falling to her death. :P in the past, PIG mum said i could call her, but she now just says not to disturb her beauty sleep and to go myself. oh well.
-when dearest dad got up for work this morning, em swung herself around to use the pot :P once more, then cuddled her darling bear bear and sang/counted herself back into some heavy duty snoring. :P
-PIG mum dug em up not long after. em swung herself around to use the pot :P once more, only she felt like doing a stinky unspeakable, so much thanks to PIG mum who rolled me in, gave me a mug of water to drink - which i was very careful to hold 'correctly' duh :P - got me kitted while i was over the loo and helped me wipe afterwards.i washed and dried both hands, and PIG mum rolled me back into my room.
-PIG mum made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk out to the gobbling :P table for breakfast. argh, still no arm chair. ><
-breakfast was a mug of warm milo - yes, i was very careful to hold it 'correctly' - and a slice of toast, with some yummy orange marmalade.
-PIG mum made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk out to the car. after forcing me to buckle my own seatbelt (sth she gleefully forced poor em to do all day), off she tootled us off to the princess alexandra hospital for physio.
-eep, no parking available! so PIG mum made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk in. she left to repark the 4WD even before i sat down, in fact, i'd just touched the arm rest, but doesn't matter. actually, i saw some wardie pushing around a wheelchair, and was terribly tempted to ask him if i could quickly borrow it for a loo trip, but then decided that PIG mum would surely disembowel o_O :P poor em if she saw that.
-so PIG mum came back, made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk to the loo. of course, she forced me to dak myself for a tinkle. then, she made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk over to wash and dry both hands, before she made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk to the day hospital.
-linelle directed me to a plinth, where she said we'd be doing more videotaping/photos of me today; this time, from lying down on the mats to sitting up on a plinth.
-i also went for like, ten mins, on the treadmill! i'd tried once when i was in BIRU.
-so, that's basically all we did today. actually, near the end, linelle got me tummy-down on a plinth and examined ell, banging it and stuff. eep, the clonus has started to come back! >< well, it'sbeen six months ... she also showed me the photos and videos michael took. i think she said she's gonna make a big poster of me or sth, to show all my carers/life coaches?
-michael Forced me to walk out to the waiting area. both he and linelle went to use the bathrooms. PIG mum came back for me; linelle explained to her my fear of not being able to sit in my arm chair, but i think PIG mum really just doesn't give a sh*t (excuse my french. :P) also that, from now on, my physio will start at 10am, not 9am anymore. i mentioned to linelle how much i missed having no morning tea, and she said, "no, after you finish physio with me, you're more than welcome to stop for a cuppa at the day hospital!" so will try asking PIG mum again when we go next week. also, must remember that i've promised to get michael a boy teddybear for christmas! to save him from all the girls in his family. :P
-PIG mum made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk back out to the car, then tootled us back home, snapping a no to my polite requests to be allowed to eat lunch out. argh, i understand that PIG mum considers it some HUGE UNFORGIVEABLE SIN to eat out for lunch more than once a week, but why does she ALWAYS wait till the thursday or friday before allowing me to go out for lunch? i mean, if we went out for lunch on monday, after which PIG mum snapped at me, "right, that's it, em." no more this week." i'd know not to ask again till next week ... i think this must be, sth like, the EIGHTH week in a row where she didn't allow me out for lunch till thursday or friday? last week, 'twas definitely friday, when we went to the coffee club with mrs. dent.
-PIG mum tootled us home, then made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk back to sit in my armless chair. :( i browsed the courier mail as PIG mum whipped up lunch.
-five yummy boiled dumplings, from ... aunty hilda, maybe? lol, i've honestly forgotten! gomen, gomen. i drank a mug of milk 'correctly', of course. wonder why PIG mum kept it in the freezer? there were literally chunks of ice floating around in the mug! but a sad tale of progression with the milk (my nightly bedtime half cuppa):
-at first, PIG mum would pour my half cuppa and bring it over to where i was saying goodnite to my online MSN buddies, she was that eager to force me off to bed.
-then, she'd pour the milk out, but leave it on the benchtop, so she could have the pleasure of forcing poor em to walk over to the kitchen benchtop to drink it.
-no, then she'd force me to walk to the fridge, get the milk out - and i'd better hold the carton 'correctly' else my life is forfeit! - then force me to walk back to the benchtop and do the whole pouring thing.
-finally, with my dreadful luck - the fridge died. meaning PIG mum is now able to force poor em to walk into the laundry, get the milk, walk back to the kitchen benchtop, pour and drink it, walk back to the laundry and put the milk carton back into the fridge. not only is there is a 'correct' way of holding the milk carton, there's also a 'correct' way of holding the lid!in my defence, i've honestly never heard of such a thing before; must remember to ask aunty winnie, when i next see her. (she's an occupational therapist, she'd know these things).
-PIG mum made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk over to the computer switch, forced me to bend awkwardly down to flick it on, then made (PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thurday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) me walk back to the computer chair. an armchair, hip hip hooray! :)
-well, we're going to rod and goodwill at 3pm, to get some new straps for my AFO, and lisa's taking me to toastmaster's tonight! should be great fun! so i'll just check, then set ela to her half an hour's worth of typing. oh, and gotta think of a new adjective for lisa, the evil stepmum, too! :P
cheers,
em. ^^
P.S. i found and corrected 3 errors in my post this arvo.
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