Monday Post 264c

Good evening and potentially one final greeting for Monday! Firstly, Em’s potential final, final plodding total for Monday now stands @ 2294 and secondly, Joni’s devotional topic’s ‘Jars And Boxes’. Righteo, potential final, final events for tonight?

Yup, that’s what happened! At 7:20am; PIG mum began a-THUMPING around upstairs, which woke me; after another pot :P trip, I spend the ten minutes till 7:30am 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 7:30am, PIG mum lets herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and help me exceedingly slightly not only with a bra but a tee (because dearest dad hasn’t left for work yet) before leaving me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes and using the pot :P once more first.
• 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 to brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, 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. Actually, first I turn the television on, coz I wanna watch some Sunrise!

Breakfast was some plain porridge with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast ripped into it, one large full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P and one small half-mouthful of milk. Over breakfast, I also spend ten minutes 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*

Breakfast finished, I walk myself slowly and safely to the loo, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. There, I do a stinky unspeakable, also 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 done, I sit outside (in the garage) and wait for Aunty Deana to come collect me in the Cathay van. As usual, Aunty Sul Wah jie’s already seated. We then pick up one more granny before Aunty Deana tootles us back to Cathay headquarters.
• After one loo trip and morning tea (yummy buns, strawberries and blueberries), Alice arrives and we begin our hour’s worth of exercises. Like I say every fortnight, I don’t mind them coz we’re seated to do them; fair enough, I walk @ half the speed and Ela can’t always stretch that far, but I try my best~
• Afterwards, I used the loo home then Aunty Deana dropped me home, where PIG mum had fried us banana pancakes for lunch! Only problem: THERE WASN’T ANY BANANA TASTE!! XD
• Lunch finished, I take my plate over to the sink then walk myself slowly and safely online, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• Before leaving to see Vincent for my weekly torture session, I use the loo for one tinkle myself. Of course, PIG mum gleefully forces me to buckle my own seatbelt all day; we listen to 97.3FM all day and today, Era helps Ela stretch for twenty-five minutes, before Ela opens and closes her palm 100 times, holding each for a count of five. Era also rubs Ela’s fingers for two minutes.

Cheers,

Em. ^^