Good afternoon! Firstly, today I've been hard @ work plodding 1965 steps (and will surely have cracked 2000 before the day's out); secondly, John Piper's daily devotional topic from last night's 'The Real Problem With Anxiety'; thirdly, TWFT topic's 'Stand On The Promise That God Gave' and fourthly, Our Daily Bread's devotional topic's 'Courage From The Shepherd'. Anyways, events for today?
- Lol I thought I'd enjoyed an awesome sleep last night but when I used the pot :P this morning I could hear that it wasn't empty! How the heck did I transfer to the pot :P, pee and transfer back into bed without even realising it?? Aiya, senility: it's coming! XD
- After the morning 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*
Breakfast is one bowl of Minus :P and yummy Special K cereal with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast, 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* The new carer arrives one minute late and PIG mum spends some time waffling @ her before getting her to slather some sunscreen over my face in preparation for going out.
Before leaving, I sit once more over the loo proper. 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 climb into the backseat of Monicah's car and she tootles me off to Breathe for physio after kindly helping me with my seatbelt (and thanks to her who helps me with it all day). I'm seven years older than her; she's from Tanzania and already married!
Physio today: 1.876km bike, 36 single cable rows for Ela, 36 double leg push up on the reformer, 36 ab curls on the reformer, 36 leg assisted pull-ups, 36 leg extensions for Elf and boxing!
I visit the ladies' loo (they have an ambulant cubicle @ the end) as does Monicah (she just uses a regular cubicle while I'm washing and drying Era) after physio before Monicah tootles us off to Pinelands Plaza. Unfortunately, all the disabled parks are gone, and Monicah finds one but we haveta cross the road.
Groceries bought, we then head over to Pinelands Bakehouse, and I buy a crunchy pork bahn mi from Aunty Nancy. Turns out Aunty Lisa's on holidays; perhaps they take turns?
Back home I take a nice warm shower - hairwash today. Also thanks to Monicah who helps me rinse out my hair, thus freeing Era to hold my stupid right eye tightly shut.
Dried, creamed and rekitted, lunch's my delicious crunchy pork bahn mi plus one delicious mug of Chinese tea from Aunty Nga. At 2pm I sign Monicah off with my thanks and byes; think she's back same time next Tuesday.
After I use the loo for one tinkle, I wash and dry Era and then 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.
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