Good evening! Em’s new plodding total for Monday now stands
@ 2764. Anyways, continuing today’s events?
- The teddies and I continue cuddling and snoring, me waking every hour to relieve myself. By 11am, I’m about to call PIG mum to please come and help me up because if I don’t get outta bed and eat breakfast before midday she’ll only feed me brunch and not breakfast AND lunch, but luckily she chooses that time to come downstairs anyway.
After giving myself fifteen more minutes, I get myself
mostly independently kitted. PIG mum comes back to help with Elf’s AFO and both
laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk out to the
bathroom to brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for two
tinkles, also fully leaning against the side rail andv 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 porridge with one slice of dry
(unbuttered) toast thrown into it, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P
and half a small mouthful of milk. Over breakfast, I also spend ten 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 I’ve finished munching breakfast, I read Joni’s book for awhile until PIG mum sends me once more to the loo before dearest dad takes us out!
- Of course, PIG mum gleefully forces me to buckle my own seatbelt all day, while dad decides to listen to Lol Goon Ting (don’t know his English name, sorry) all day, too.
- Dad tootles us out to Westfield Northlakes! I take the opportunity to sing like 60% of my newest second-favourite song softly, slowly but most hatefully out aloud while we’re on the highway, closing my left eye for all the important numbers coz it’s quite noisy. coz it’s quite noisy
- Argh, the awful parents spoil the day befor me before it’s even begun when they won’t lemme use my manual wheelchair! I can’t freaking concentrate on anything bar walking when I’m struggling to do so; that’s all window shopping ruined for me. What a WASTE of the day. ><
- First, we have lunch @ the IKEA tuckshop. Yup, I’m still refusing to call it a restaurant. XD
- We walk through IKEA, then the parents buy me a pair of sneakers from Rivers, another of dearest dad’s favourite shops.
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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