Heylo again and good evening! Firstly, Em's new plodding total for Sunday now stands @ 4102 (sweet, I don't pass four grand too often!) and secondly, Our Daily Bread's devotional topic's 'Tongue-Tied In Prayer'. Righteo, continuing today's events?
- Like clockwork, one hour later PIG mum's noisy a-THUMPING around upstairs awakens me for another pot :P trip. Shortly afterwards, she's let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and help me exceedingly slightly with not only the bra strap but the tee (since dearest dad's still @ home) before leaving me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes first.
- PIG mum comes back to help with absolutely nothing bar Elf's AFO straps and both laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE :( me to walk over to the bathroom to brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for only one tinkle, coming out when I realise I feel like doing a stinky unspeakable.
- Breakfast is one bowl of Sultana Bran with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast, very lightly smeared with avocado and perhaps sprinkled with a little salt, 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*
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After washing and drying Era, I climb into the backseat of PIG mum's 4WD and she tootles us off to church. After walking down the long driveway, I use the normal ladies loo once (horrid PIG mum wouldn't lift the disabled lid for me, the first normal ladies' cubicle had the lid down too and the second cubicle had the toilet lid up, but luckily the third cubicle had lid up but seat down and I used that for one tinkle before entering the classroom. As always, I'm the first to arrive.
Fingers crossed I can bbl, since I'm still owed THIRTY-SIX MINUTES online!!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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