Good evening again! Um, Wally went demented: he's only given me six more steps since the previous post? That doesn't make sense; since the first post, I've walked to the toilet, walked to the washbasin, walked to the dining room, walked to the kitchen sink and walked back online - that's much more than six steps! XD Most importantly, however, I'm really still owed THIRTY-SIX MINUTES online after I visit the loo once more @ 9pm!! Righteo, continuing tonight's events?
- After dearest dad kissed me bye, retucked me into bed and left for his hard day's work, Pearl and I happily cuddled and snored, me waking once more for the pot :P shortly before noisy PIG mum began her daily a-THUMPING around upstairs. Soon, she's let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo before going back outside to await the new carer's arrival.
- Once she arrives, PIG mum gives me fifteen more minutes but she comes back ninety seconds too early! Luckily she leaves when I mutter ninety more seconds to her; how the heck does a pearl milk tea give a Bear Bum?? XD
- When she comes back, I swing myself over to the pot :P for three more tinkles and we get me kitted. Lynda looks like she's in her sixties but is actually fifty-eight, has three sons and already has three grandkids!
- After brushing teeth (thanks to Lynda who squirted some toothpaste for me) and using the loo for one tinkle, I head out to the gobbling :P table.
- 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*
- After breakfast, I sit once more over the loo. 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 NO
- After washing and drying Era, I climb into Lynda's passenger seat and she tootles me off to physio with Eric.
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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