days of night & torment
A lot happened in the last couple days, though in many ways, those were typical days, cool in the morning, but still hot in the afternoon, though we rarely have to run the a/c anymore. Trish wanted to sit in front of it one day after work, & we've had it on in the bedroom a couple times. Right now (Wednesday morning) it's off & the radio does play: a little Retro-active there, kids.
Trish had to work on Labor Day. I fixed her breakfast of pancakes, & that evening she turned into Cranky Bear: I'd spilled some of the powdered mix on the carpet in the kitchen. She's been doing a lot of this, lately, either being cranky or -- especially -- having anxiety. Right now, it's over her eating. She takes such small portions, & eats so slowly. Then she'll try to race to catch up & nearly choke. A couple weeks back, she actually did have some food come back up, & has come close to doing it again at least 2 times since then. She wants to blame her "med change"; the Klonopin (& fuck Scientology) in the AM is only a PRN now, & I've tried to advise her to take it, anyway, but she insists on taking 1/2 pills instead, & blames her paranoia on "withdrawals" (& fuck Scientology). She doesn't get to see Charlene Upstairs until the 15th, & we both see Doc Larocque on the 20th. Until then, I have to worry about my Beautiful Blonde Bumble Bee Girl (she's a dyer).
So after Trish left for work Labor Day I read some more of Destroyer, then ate at the Soup Kitchen, then picked up some pic-a-nic food at Albertson's, & used up the entire $10.17 that was on the food stamp card. I watched a lot of movies on cable in the afternoon, then when Trish was eating discovered Skiffy was having a Dark Angel marathon, which preceded a make-out session that definitely proved that I need Viagra -- or else wait until we see Doc Larocque & get off the haldol, so I can get off with my wife.
So yesterday, I woke up with the alarm clock, 7:00 AM. That didn't give me time to write on my blog. I called Wagner Plumbing at 9:00, & explained our problem. The guy said, "Maybe not today, but certainly tomorrow", but I explained that I might be gone in the afternoon: TA with Car-girl. When they did show up, right after we got Trish home from work, it only took them an hour. We gave them some of our apples, too.
Trish walked to work, once I'd cleared picking her up with Car-girl. I read Destroyer some more, then ate at Feed My Sheep again. Afterwards, I went to Albertson's, to pick up some pop, jello, & beef broth for tomorrow: my liquid diet, preceding my colonoscopy.
Car-girl picked me up around 1:30; she had to talk to Joe Upstairs about a log her Dopamax screwed up for her. We did the laundry & stopped at the Dollar Store Downtown for some shaving supplies. Christy treated us very nicely, & got a buckadingdong out of me, for a tip.
When we got home I called the hospital over my orange soda & peach jello; the instructions said, "nothing red or purple", but orange is too close to red; it has to be yellow or green. I found the receipt on the floor, so Trish & I trucked over to Albertson's to switch the stuff out for Diet Duo & lemon & lime jello. I sent her off with a shopping cart to find the stuff, & let some guy with a bottled water go ahead of me.
We finished off the hot dogs, & I had a generous helping of macaroni salad, which Trish turned down -- & I still beat her eating! This is starting to really worry me.
We finally watched some TV, & Dion called during Jaws. He'd called earlier in the day, & they both picked up at the same time. I think it cheered Trish up, but it also scared her about driving some more. Trish had handed me the phone, to let me explain to Dion that the copz had bullied Trish around, but she became agitated when I told him she knows how to go to the hospital & clinic, but is scared, so I handed the phone back to her, though I wanted to talk about my vision & my writing some more. We finally had our pineapple & went to bed. My sleeping pills didn't kick in until 11:00 & I woke up at 2:00 & 4:00, napped in between some, then finally got up around 5:00. It's currently around 7:10. so I may work on "Astronomy Domine" for awhile.
Trish had to work on Labor Day. I fixed her breakfast of pancakes, & that evening she turned into Cranky Bear: I'd spilled some of the powdered mix on the carpet in the kitchen. She's been doing a lot of this, lately, either being cranky or -- especially -- having anxiety. Right now, it's over her eating. She takes such small portions, & eats so slowly. Then she'll try to race to catch up & nearly choke. A couple weeks back, she actually did have some food come back up, & has come close to doing it again at least 2 times since then. She wants to blame her "med change"; the Klonopin (& fuck Scientology) in the AM is only a PRN now, & I've tried to advise her to take it, anyway, but she insists on taking 1/2 pills instead, & blames her paranoia on "withdrawals" (& fuck Scientology). She doesn't get to see Charlene Upstairs until the 15th, & we both see Doc Larocque on the 20th. Until then, I have to worry about my Beautiful Blonde Bumble Bee Girl (she's a dyer).
So after Trish left for work Labor Day I read some more of Destroyer, then ate at the Soup Kitchen, then picked up some pic-a-nic food at Albertson's, & used up the entire $10.17 that was on the food stamp card. I watched a lot of movies on cable in the afternoon, then when Trish was eating discovered Skiffy was having a Dark Angel marathon, which preceded a make-out session that definitely proved that I need Viagra -- or else wait until we see Doc Larocque & get off the haldol, so I can get off with my wife.
So yesterday, I woke up with the alarm clock, 7:00 AM. That didn't give me time to write on my blog. I called Wagner Plumbing at 9:00, & explained our problem. The guy said, "Maybe not today, but certainly tomorrow", but I explained that I might be gone in the afternoon: TA with Car-girl. When they did show up, right after we got Trish home from work, it only took them an hour. We gave them some of our apples, too.
Trish walked to work, once I'd cleared picking her up with Car-girl. I read Destroyer some more, then ate at Feed My Sheep again. Afterwards, I went to Albertson's, to pick up some pop, jello, & beef broth for tomorrow: my liquid diet, preceding my colonoscopy.
Car-girl picked me up around 1:30; she had to talk to Joe Upstairs about a log her Dopamax screwed up for her. We did the laundry & stopped at the Dollar Store Downtown for some shaving supplies. Christy treated us very nicely, & got a buckadingdong out of me, for a tip.
When we got home I called the hospital over my orange soda & peach jello; the instructions said, "nothing red or purple", but orange is too close to red; it has to be yellow or green. I found the receipt on the floor, so Trish & I trucked over to Albertson's to switch the stuff out for Diet Duo & lemon & lime jello. I sent her off with a shopping cart to find the stuff, & let some guy with a bottled water go ahead of me.
We finished off the hot dogs, & I had a generous helping of macaroni salad, which Trish turned down -- & I still beat her eating! This is starting to really worry me.
We finally watched some TV, & Dion called during Jaws. He'd called earlier in the day, & they both picked up at the same time. I think it cheered Trish up, but it also scared her about driving some more. Trish had handed me the phone, to let me explain to Dion that the copz had bullied Trish around, but she became agitated when I told him she knows how to go to the hospital & clinic, but is scared, so I handed the phone back to her, though I wanted to talk about my vision & my writing some more. We finally had our pineapple & went to bed. My sleeping pills didn't kick in until 11:00 & I woke up at 2:00 & 4:00, napped in between some, then finally got up around 5:00. It's currently around 7:10. so I may work on "Astronomy Domine" for awhile.
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