Sunday Post 282c

Good afternoon and potentially one final greeting for Saturday! Em’s potential final, final plodding total for Sunday now stands @ 1727. Righteo, potential final, final events for Sunday?

• The teddies and I cuddle and snore, me waking hourly until PIG mum comes and helps me do the bra strap. “But Kim said she was coming over this morning!” I protested, “I even e-mailed her last night!” to which she replied, “Well, maybe she checked her roster and realised it wasn’t there so didn’t come. Originally, I was grumpy then was saved by the bell – Kim DID come, phew!!
• Now @ 3:23pm, I’ve finished another game of Bejeweled lasting 6:01. ThatAfter she came back into my room fifteen minutes later, we got me kitted (I did my tee, Elf’s sock and pants, she did my bra strap, Erf’s AFO and both laces) and then I headed over to brush teeth (Ela enjoyed an extra break) before I sat 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*
• Now @ 3:23pm, I’ve finished one more game of Bejeweled lasting 6:01. That’s today’s quotas satisfied, and I now promise to willingly hit the sack tonight. XD Actually, I further promise not to play again until toms, coz I’ve also played two games lasting more than seven minutes and one more lasting more than eight minutes!
• 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 two plain (no honey) Weet-Bix, all my usual drugs :P and one full mug of water. 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!
• Breakfast finished, 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.
• At 9:45am, I walk myself once more slowly and safely to the loo for one tinkle and back, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• When dad arrives home around 10:30am, he immediately tries to get me to leave, but I refuse to budge till 10:40.
• At church, Kim takes me to the loo once and sees me safely seated before leaving more than one quarter-hour early. Well, PIG mum can sign her off for that shift when she takes me to the WOVB rehearsal this Wednesday!
• Yay, I got to stay seated for worship this morning! I sang everything, plus the harmony for four songs but like every other week, meant absolutely NOTHING. >< *sigh*
• Speaker today was Pastor Chris, and while I’m not certain he gave a sermon title, he spoke from like 2^nd Peter and his sermon was about planning for our church future~
• Afterwards, dad tootled me home so I could use the loo for one tinkle then we went to meet PIG mum @ the Warrigal Square Maccas.
• Dad and I both had the cheap lunch, yummy chicken McFeast small meal. Thanks to him who grabbed a copy of the Sunday Mail; PIG mum read it while I was eating then after I’d finished she lemme read the pages she’d already read. I think the most interesting news will be that Justin Hodges will start his professional boxing career soon!
• Before heading home, PIG mum and I bought groceries from the Warrigal Square Woolies.
• Back home, I used the loo for one tinkle then walked myself slowly and safely online, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• Fingers crossed dad will take us out for dinner tonight!
• Toms: Alyssa’s coming to give Ela occupational therapy for one hour.
• Fingers crossed I’ll get to watch Seven’s morning news afterwards.
• Having lunch @ home with dearest dad afterwards~
• *annoyed* Tina’s coming @ 12:30pm and coming with to blasted hydro then seeing me home and showered before leaving @ 3:30pm. I’ve lost count of how many sessions of this awful therapy I’ve already endured for PIG mum, but I’M NOT DOING IT ANYMORE FOR SIX MONTHS AFTER THE 1^ST WEEK IN APRIL! I’ve already explained to Claire how much I detest the cold and wet; if PIG mum determines that I keep doing this useless therapy for her into the colder months, she’ll haveta bodily shove me into the pool and move my limbs for me coz I’m NOT CO-OPERATING! >< *sigh*
• but hopefully I’ll get to read for one hour then watch Seven’s 6pm news; it’s not often I get to watch two news bulletins in one day!
• Righteo, hopefully bbl, else wishing everyone a smashing week ahead!

Cheers,

Em. ^^

P.S. Yes, today marks twelve awful years since the cruel and unfaithful God so wantonly destroyed my life with the disabling brain tumour. I’ve posted about that onto Facebook this morning then tried to get along with the day as normal … *sigh* Of course, the realisation immediately hit me when I opened my eyes this morning; all I could do was impotently mutter, "F*ck you, God." >< *sigh*