Good afternoon! Firstly, today I've been hard @ work plodding 2252 steps; secondly, John Piper's devotional topic from last night's 'The Light Beyond The Light'; thirdly, TWFT topic's 'Your Boaz Version'; fourthly, Our Daily Bread's devotional topic's 'Making God Known' and fifthly, the spam count for the entire week's (Monday till Sunday) thirty-one. Anyways, events for today?
- Grr! I'd only just begun an awesome sleep streak (four nights) when nature suddenly called @ 1:50am and ruined it! >< *sigh* Never mind, 'twas still a sound sleep, regardless~
- Nature calls again around 6:10am; after another pot :P trip, I spend ten minutes 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*
- About one hour later, PIG mum's daily noisy a-THUMPING around upstairs wakes me for another pot :P trip. Soon, she's let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and help exceedingly slightly with not only the bra strap but the tee (since dearest dad's @ 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 finish with absolutely nothing bar Elf's AFO straps and both laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE :( me to walk over to the bathroom and brush teeth. That done, I sit over the loo for one tinkle, wash and dry Era and then 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 another of the cocktail buns PIG mum recently baked, 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*
- After breakfast, I walk myself slowly and safely back to the toilet, 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!
- After washing and drying Era, I sit by the door and wait for dad to get ready. When he's all set, I climb into the backseat of his 4WD and buckle my own seatbelt. Dad gets in too and tootles me off to the table tennis club for our first para-table tennis competition!
- Am pissed that dad won't look for the undercover park where there's lift access; instead, he parks outside somewhere and FORCES :( me to walk inside and descend some stairs.
- Further frustration: there are more stairs to descend to reach the toilet, there's no disabled toilet and the one free toilet (the second cubicle's outta order but the third's just a changing room without a toilet) has it's lid closed; when I grumpily yank it up the seat comes up too and I've gotta put it back down again before using the loo, grr! ><
- 'But I WIN my first two singles matches in five setters! The third match only gets played to three sets since we were running outta time but I lost that: won the first set, lost the second and got creamed in the third. >< XD
- Have forgotten my doubles partner's name but he was from the Redcliffe team! We lost our first match together but won the second~
- Lol dad was in such a hurry to leave he was wheeling me away even before the competition ended! >< Hopefully I didn't miss too much; the last I heard was the hiphips...
- Back home, I use the loo for one more tinkle and 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.
- Once I've used up the most important two hours ofvthe day, I'll head over to the gobbling :P table, read and wait for PIG mum to come downstairs from pigland and feed me arvo tea.
- Fingers crossed dad will take us out for dinner tonight!
- Toms: I've got care from 12:15pm till 4:15pm; presuming PIG mum's helping me up and then after having lunch @ home someone's taking me to the NAB for physio? The roster says TBA; will ask mother has Michelle told her yet who's coming; if she hasn't I'll e-mail her tonight and ask.
- Fingers crossed I can read for one hour and watch the 6pm news bulletin for the 106TH time!
- Anyways, hopefully bbl, else wishing everyone a smashing week ahead!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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