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Lost.

Mister is ill - 3 days gone with bronchitis and a wretched cough, poor thing. He’s slept precious little and aches all over. Sleeping with him and the dog is an exercise in patient compassion. He coughs, wakes up, rolls over, groans because he aches, the dog is displaced from his snuggle spot amongst Mister’s legs (under the covers), the dog then rolls over and groans because he’s arthritic. So…it goes something like this:

Mister: *hack*

Mister: *wriggle* *moan* *rolls over* *groans* *hack* *cough*

Taz: *smacking noise* *wriggle* *wrigglewriggle* *flop* *groan*

Bless their hearts. That’s about all I can say, because my man, he is sick, and not just with the man-flu. (OK, I admit it. In his words, as well as mine, he feels like ass. In fact, yesterday he was sitting down, looking like he felt just horrid, and I looked over and said “Ass?” He replied “Yeah.”

Now see, for us, that’s funny as heck. An entire conversation in just two words, and nothing more needed to be said. My poor darling. I hate that he feels, well…. like ass.

The Book of Eli turned out nicely. I do enjoy Denzel Washington. The man can act, and he’s handsome, to boot. Why can’t he run for president? Oh, wait.. because he doesn’t have decent political experience, and he’s a good actor? Well heck! Apparently that’s all you need to get elected these days. Bleargh. Whatever. I joined a FB group along with lines of “I hate it when I get up in the m0rning and 0bama is president.” Again with the bleargh.

Argh. I would love to go see Legion, but must save money. Phooey. Will do next week.

Started back on the hand-written journal a few nights ago. (Dear God, I actually just wrote “a few night’s ago” - WTH is wrong with me?) I have always adored writing somewhat like the journal reads in that Bridget Jones movie. Y’know, all “am v. displeased with weight. Hair vile today. Must have this bushy shag snipped soonest.”

No, seriously…I tend to be more real, I suppose. I don’t know why. There’s a much bigger chance of someone finding my actual journal than this site, and no, it’s not because I’m a complete dolt and think all this is OMG private; it’s because Mister couldn’t be arsed to look for it, and that’s not a bad thing. I don’t say anything in either one that I wouldn’t say to him, so…meh.

Taz is snuggled beside me, curled up in a white blanket older than I am. Abigai1’s on her bed, snuggled up in a pink blanket, again, older than I am. What is up with my natty blankets? Ah well, they’re in good shape, and they belong to the dogs.

God, I’ve written about nothing, haven’t I? Blathered on incessantly about essentially random stuff, which I hate to read, but apparently tend to write.

Mom’s out of the hospital - thank you, God. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Please keep her safe.

Dad’s feeling much better - thank you again, God. Thanks so much, because he felt truly wretched for several days, and is only now able to eat with some semblance of normalcy. Poor thing. =(

My aunt’s doing well in rehab. She broke her hip, and I still can’t believe it. Please be with her, Lord. I do love her dearly.

My other grandmother seems to be doing well with her hip replacement. I’m not close to her (and it’s her own doing), but I am glad she’s not in any pain.

Lord, please be with all those folks in Haiti. I know folks say there’s a purpose for everything, but I sure don’t understand what it is for that awful, awful tragedy.

Time for Mister’s cough syrup. (Thank you, codeine!)

Night!

Tags: movies

Holiday

Thank you, MLK, Jr., for trying to make life better for people, including today’s holiday. Yay!

Mister’s in the bed, because he stayed up wayyyyy too late/early playing the Star Trek Online beta. Yes, I’m playing it too, but I scampered off to bed around 1am, then spent the next 1.5 hours finishing Fallen.

Hmm…

It’s gorgeous outside. I’m thinking I’ll go wake the hubby, get dressed, take us to brunch at Le Peep, then go see the Book of Eli.

Later!

Newness

So far, 2010 rocks. I haven’t had to work a single day all year! (Insert raucous, canned laughter following a cymbal crash.)

I want to take better care of myself this year. My recent episode of SVT (two? weeks ago?) sucked in a big way, and I had to have Adenosine twice. It probably feels different to different people, but for me, it HURTS. Like HELL. It feels like something large has landed on my chest and is bearing down, crushing me. My heart doesn’t feel like it’s skittering anymore - it feels like it has stopped, for longer than the nanosecond the drug causes it to. If that’s anything like what an actual heart attack feels like, then dear God… I need to walk the straight and narrow, lest I feel it for real one day.

One day seems to be getting closer and closer. I had a visit to the girly doc today, and will be getting a CA-125 test done soon. Fun. Not necessarily for the reasons one might think, but still.. scary. I need to be cleared of all girly causes for a symptom I am having, thus multiple tests have and will be completed, so that I can go on to my next specialist with my shiny new results showing that the ball is in their court.

Thus far this year I’ve have my teeth cleaned and my bits checked. 2 for 2, I am! Go me in my quest for preventive health care! (Let me try to get my health taken care of before Nobamac@re screws up the entire system.)

Taz has begun to exhibit odd twitching movements. At least, he’s done it twice in front of me, and it weirded me out. I don’t know if it’s a bunny running o’er his grave (shudder), or an actual symptom, but I’m going to see if it continues. Please, Lord.. not another sick animal.

Abigail is having serious issues with her back legs. The tendons have relaxed a great deal, secondary to a long regimen of high-dose steroids, but there’s not much we can do about that right now.

The cat is fine. Fat, particular and persnickety, but fine.

It’s a beautifully clear night, and the stars look like diamonds. The observatory just opened up for viewing, too. Hmm. I may grab Mister for some serious gazing.

Happy New Year! Tah!