Heylo again and potentially one final greeting for Friday! Firstly,
Em’s potential final, final plodding total for Friday now stands @ 1936 and
secondly, the potential final, final spam count for the week’s now ninety-three.
Righteo, potential final, final events for tonight?
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Kim leaves around 5:40pm .
She’s back Saturday arvo.
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PIG mum tootles me off to the Logan North library for
book club! Upon arrival, I use the loo once first myself.
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The room looks empty as I approach, but when I push
open the door, I’m greeted with a room totally decked out in minion colours,
Katie DRESSED as a minion and almost everyone else already present! “SURPRISE!”
They all yell, and immediately burst into a rendition for me!
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Presents and food first! Book club doesn’t start till
like 7:25pm coz we’re all too busy
stuffing our gobs and I’m opening presents! I got the Despicable Me DVDs and a
beautiful horse figurine and several cards!
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Thankfully, our next book’s fiction; thanks to Amanda
who handed me a large print copy.
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I left last night with not only all my presents, but
one yellow balloon, one blue balloon and one long string of yellow and blue
crepe paper that had been folded into a wreath and which Amanda draped over my
shoulder!
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Back home, I show off what I got to dearest dad, use
the loo once for one tinkle then hop back into the car, where dad tootles us to
Sunnybank Oriental/Dong Fong for dinner.
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Aww, both set meals were already sold out. For dinner, I
got like 1.5 bowls of congee, half a bowl of rice, half a cup of hot Horlicks
and two cups of Chinese tea.
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After dinner, dad tootled us back home. I used the loo
once for one tinkle then walked myself slowly and safely online, again and
always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and
not letting Him push me over.
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I hit the sack soon after; zzz~
Today: Woo hoo, 10TH awesome sleep last night! Nature
didn’t call until the noisy garbage truck rumbled down our road to start
tipping rubbish bins @ 5:50am, and after one pot :P trip, I spend the ten
minutes till 6am beginning a mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel,
asking him please to help me with the patience, perseverance, strength and
endurance I need to get through today with, giving PIG mum all the pleasure,
all the satisfaction and just suffering for her whenever she decided that only
she can be happy and/or satisfied. It doesn't sound very fair, but she's taught
me through her actions, if not through her words, that it's enough she's happy
and/or satisfied, and I guess whenever that happens, I've just got to grit my
teeth and endure. >< *sigh*
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Cuddling Daddy Bear, I started counting myself back to
sleep, when suddenly @ 6:15am dad
came into my room! After kissing me good morning, he said, “I forgot to give
you any eye goo last night, right?” I reassured dad that PIG mum gave me some
before hitting the sack herself, but dad squirts a little into each eye first,
just in case.
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The teddies and I cuddle and snore, me waking to use
the loo once more when dearest dad comes to kiss me bye before leaving for work
around 7:45am .
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More snoring and cuddling for my teddies and I, me
waking up once more for the pot :P when PIG mum starts a-THUMPING around
upstairs. Soon, she’s inside my room, hitting me with the eye goo, helping me
very slightly with a bra then leaving me to get myself mostly independently
kitted, which I do after giving myself fifteen more minutes first.
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PIG mum comes to help with Elf’s AFO and both laces. I rejoice,
coz that means today I’ll get another day’s break from tying shoelaces~
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I let PIG mum gleefully FORCE L me to walk over to the
bathroom to brush teeth (poor Ela, but I remind her she’ll have her once weekly
break toms morning).
Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for two tinkles, also
fully leaning against the side rail and continuing my mostly silent chat to
Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me get through today okay. I
find it's exceedingly important to constantly remind the cruel and unfaithful
God that He has no bearing on my good day whatsoever, that I am perfectly
capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him,
because my good day's dependent on my own good attitude. If only God would
remember that ... *sigh* He created the phrase 'live and let live', so why the
heck can't He lemme live the free, independent life that I deserve? Okay, fair
enough, we all only deserve death because of Him, but why can't He just lemme
live the life that nearly everyone else gets to live?? *sigh*
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After washing and drying Era, I walk myself slowly and
safely out to the gobbling :P table, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s
near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
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Breakfast was one small half bowl of plain porridge
with one slice of plain (unbuttered) toast torn into it, all my usual drugs and
one full mug of water.
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The freaky thing was that while PIG mum was upstairs
changing, my nose suddenly decided to SPOUT BLOOD!! O_o” I grabbed some
tissues, yelled upstairs for PIG mum and thumped the table, trying to alert PIG
mum, but she didn’t hear me! Luckily, the phone was just lying on the table; I rang
her mobile and when she picked up, wailed, “PIG mum! NOSE BLEED!!” All calm,
she just instructed, “Use some tissues. Coming down soon.” By the time she came
down, the bleed had stopped, but my pants were blood-stained. “You need to
change pants,” she said. “But that’ll haveta wait until I get back from seeing Vincent
the physio. I’m running late.” She was in such a hurry to leave, she wouldn’t
even turn the television on for me!
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Anyways, I finished breakfast and went to pour myself
one mug of milk, only to find out there was only half a mug left! Instead, I walk
myself slowly and safely online, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful
God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
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When PIG mum gets home from having her back tended to,
she calls lunch. I walk myself slowly and safely to the loo once first before
joining her @ the gobbling :P table, again rising above the cruel and
unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
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Only I’ve forgotten what lunch was! XD Leftovers? One
bowl of chicken and sweetcorn soup? Sth like that. XD
Cheers,
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