Monday Post 329d

Good afternoon again and potentially one final greeting for Monday! I'm gonna login my potential final, final plodding total for Monday @ 1800 coz I used the treadmill for twenty minutes when David was here~ Anyways, potential final, final events for today?

• Now I've played one more game of Bejewled lasting 9:47. Right, promise I'll not play again until toms. XD
• Success, I fell fully back asleep and didn't wake again for the pot :P until dearest dad considerately walked silently down the hallway @ 8:10am to unpop the lock into the garage, and after another pot :P trip I spent the ten minutes till 8:20am 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* 
• After dearest dad retucked Shirley and me back into bed, we cuddled and snored, me waking once more for the pot :P around 9:25am.
• Super-proud of PIG mum: I was counting down fifteen more minutes, intending to bang against the wall and call her downstairs to please come and help me up if she hadn't by 9:45am but she actually appeared @ 9:35am! XD
• She hits me with the eye goo, helps me with absolutely nothing but the bra strap and then leaves me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after counting down my last ten minutes.
• I call her back to please help with Elf's AFO straps and both shoelaces, after which I let her gleefully FORCE :( me to walk over to the bathroom and brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for just one tinkle, coming out when I realise I feel like doing a stinky unspeakable.
• 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. 
• After getting myself a spoon, breakfast is one bowl of bird food (what Dr. Ku calls All-Bran XD), all my usual drugs :P and one full mug of water. Over breakfast, 
   I spent another 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 take my bowl over to the sink and then 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 leaning fully against the side rail and 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!
• That done, I 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. 
• Come lunchtime, I use the loo for one tinkle and then walk myself slowly and safely over to the gobbling :P table, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. 
• Lunch is six boiled dumplings with literally two tiny drops of soya sauce for each one. Originally, 'twas only one drop but I told PIG mum that wasn't very fair when she poured herself a whole SAUCER of vinegar for her dumplings! PIG mum just laughed that I have inferior tastebuds, because we are two different types of dumplings that afternoon: cheap ones from the supermarket and more expensive ones from Vincent the physio's friend. I liked the cheap ones better. XD
• Lunch is washed down with one mug of Chinese tea that I pour myself; after taking my bowl over to the sink I walk myself slowly and safely back online, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. 
• David arrives early today to gimme a session of physio: twenty minutes treadmill walking @ 0.8km/hr, fifty sit-to-stands, reaching for both hands, and standing practice beside the laundry.
• After he's left I write down what I did for physio today and then walk myself slowly and safely to the bathroom, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. 
• So a nice hot shower for me - I wash my own hair, but thanks to Tina who rinses my hair out for me, thus freeing Era to hold my stupid right eye tightly shut. Today I also sing 20% of my shorter second-favourite song softly, slowly but most hatefully out aloud; actually, since Tina kindly held the showerhead over my back and kept me warm I was all done after 14% but leaned happily against the right side rail and watered myself for another tinkle before calling for Tina.
  Cheers,
  Em. ^^