Heylo again, good evening and probably one final greeting for tonight! Em’s probable final, final plodding total for Friday now stands @ 2389. Righteo, potential final, final events for tonight?
- I used the pot :P once last night and again around 6:35am, before spending the ten minutes till 6:45am 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* 5:21
- The teddies and I cuddled and snored, me waking to use the pot :P once more when dearest dad came and kissed me bye before leaving for work.
- Ending @ 5:39pm I’ve finished one game of Bejeweled lasting 6:27 . Now, lemme play one more lasting in between five and six minutes, and I’ll willingly hit the sack, coz I’ve also played not one, but TWO games lasting more than seven minutes! XD
- More happy snorings for the teddies and I, me waking once more to use the pot :P when PIG mum starts a-THUMPING around upstairs. Soon, she’s inside my room to hit me with the eye goo and help me with only the bra strap before leaving me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes first.
- Now @ 5:56pm I’ve finished another game of Bejeweled lasting 5:40 . That’s today’s quotas satisfied, and I promise to willingly hit the sack tonight. XD
PIG mum comes back to help with Elf’s AFO and both laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk over to the bathroom and brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for two tinkles, also leaning fully 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*
- 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.
Breakfast is some plain porridge with the last slice of the bread PIG mum made ripped into it, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P (it didn’t really matter that I had to let horrid PIG mum gleefully force poor Ela to hold onto each pill bottle because I was sitting and could fully concentrate) and one full mug of milk, which I poured for myself after PIG mum went upstairs to change. Over breakfast, I also spent ten more minutes finishing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel. Remember, however the cruel and unfaithful God tries to make my day bad for me, I won't let that affect me because my good day has NOTHING to do with Him; I'm perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him. See, my good day's dependent on my own good attitude!
- Once PIG mum finished getting ready and came downstairs, I let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk out to the 4WD. Of course, she gleefully forced me to buckle my own seatbelt all day, we listened to Michael Leung all day and today, Era helped Ela stretch for forty-five minutes before Ela opened and closed her palm 100 times, holding each for a count of five.
- PIG mum tootles me off to see Ray for some massage and acupuncture. Last week, he said he’d bought this ice-cream maker machine and that he’d make some for me; when I arrived @ his place this morning, I asked him did he, and when he said yes, was very excited! “Yay, which flavour?” I cheer. Ray replies, “Choc hazelnut.” Before I can react, horrid PIG mum literally doubles over with laughter, jeering, “Haha, you can’t have any!” Ray looks @ me, “Don’t you like chocolate/hazelnut?” He asks me. I screech @ him, “You DOLT, you KNOW I’ve got a peanut ALLERGY!!” Ray looks shocked for a second, before bursting into laughter himself. “I honestly forgot, sorry!” Well, I’ve told him that he’s ruined my week, is in my bad books and will most certainly not find any forgiveness from me until he makes me some ice cream I CAN eat. XD
- So I used the loo once then got some massage and acupuncture from him. PIG mum was in her element, of course, yapping endlessly @ him; Ray was kind enough to reply and keep a conversation flowing.
- After one more loo trip, PIG mum tootles us off to Calamvale Central, where we have lunch @ Chatterbox and read today’s Courier Mail.
- Then PIG mum tootles me off to the PA for my follow-up. There’s no parking available when we arrive, so PIG mum follows me inside and sees me seated before going to repark the car.
- Unsurprisingly, I don’t bump into anyone I recall; fair enough, I’ve been released from the hospital since May 23rd, 2008 !
- When PIG mum comes back, I head into the main hospital. After using the loo once, we sit in the waiting area. I browse more of today’s paper while PIG mum spies around on Facebook.
- YAY! Not only was my MRI all clear, I don’t haveta return next year for another MRI ! I’ll just go back for a check-up; awesome~ My arms in particular are terribly grateful: I’ve got terrible arms for cannulation. XD
- PIG mum tootles us home; I use the loo once then 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.
- When Aunty Lucia announces her arrival nearly ten minutes late, I walk myself slowly and safely to the front door and let her in, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
Cheers,
Em. ^^
P.S. Apologies this post comes one day late~
P.S. Apologies this post comes one day late~
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