Monday post 228b

Heylo again and potentially one final greeting for tonight! Em’s potential final, final plodding total for Monday now stands @ 4012. Anyways, events for today?

• I used the pot :p once last night around 2:45am and once again @ 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*
• At 6:47pm, for my first game of Bejeweled, I lasted 5:42. Now, lemme play one more game lasting between six and seven minutes, and I’ll willingly hit the sack tonight. XD
• The teddies and I cuddle and snore, me waking to use the pot :P once more when dearest dad comes to kiss me bye before leaving for work @ 7:45am.
• More cuddling and snoring for the teddies and I; indeed, PIG mum doesn’t come ht me with the eye goo and help me incredibly slightly with the bra strap until after 10am!

After I got myself mostly independently kitted, PIG mum came back to help with Elf’s AFO and both  laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk 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 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.
• Now @ 7:29pm I’ve finished one more game of Bejeweled lasting 6:14. That’s today’s quotas satisfied, and now I promise to willingly hit the sack tonight. XD Actually, I further promise not to play again until toms coz I’ve also played two more games, each asting over 7.5 minutes!

Breakfast was one small bowl of plain porridge with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast torn into it), all my usual drugs :P (t didn’t really matter that I had to let horrid PIG mum gleefully force poor Ela to hold onto each pill bottle while Era unscrewed the lid, the pills were taken out and Era rescrewed the lid because I was seated and could fully concentrate), one full mug of water and one small half-mouthful of milk. Over breakfast, I also spent 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!

• I happily read Insurgent for about thirty minutes; alas, PIG mum spoils the fun by gleefully FORCING L me to use the Wii Fit for her. Argh, I HATES standing practice!! >< *sigh*
• Before lunch, I use the loo once and do a stinky unspeakable.
• For lunch, PIG mum and I have chicken-flavoured Maggi noodles with lotsa frozen vegetables and some cuttlefish balls. Instead of sitting with me, PIG mum sits on the sofa for lunch and watches the Winter Olympics. Fair enough, we only get reception during the morning and night; during the afternoon practically no channel’s working! Besides, I take the time to sneak in several more pages of Insurgent. XD
• Before leaving for my weekly torture session with Vincent the bloody physio, I use the loo for one more tinkle before getting into the car. Of course, PIG mum gleefully forces me to buckle my own seatbelt all day, we listen to 97.3FM all day too and today, Era helps Ela stretch for thirty minutes before Ela opens and closes her palm 150 times, holding each for a count of five.
• Physio today: couldn't stay seated but walked back and forth between Vincent and some armless chair. Internal roation for Ela; holding some object level..
• Hopefully bbl, coz I’m still owed FOUR MINUTES online!!

Cheers,

Em. ^^