Bad Night at Chez Pkin
It was a long night. For me, fortunately, I get to sleep at any time during the day I choose, not so for Pkin which is one of the reasons I'm sitting in the living room now while I'm prefer to be in bed, "watching" TV getting quality post dawn sleep. Another option would be the computer room, aka third den, aka third bedroom only there's no bed in there nor is there any way to significantly raise one's legs while typing.
About last night, it started well enough, but with our life patterns all shot to hell, it's just been difficult to have a regular sleep patttern. Pkin's been coming to bed around 10 or so, we watch the Olympics but he already knows who the major winners are and what are the unique circumstances around the events, being it's been hours since the competition or the race or the exhibit. Then I get to see a bit of Friends, the life-force of my being. And then it's sleepytime for me. I was asleep by midnight but had a spasm that shot pain into or out of (more of that later) my right foot, the one with three Frankenstein recently repaired hammer toes. I made Pkin bring me ice packs. Then he couldn't sleep. I'd already taken a sleeping pill and was out of it quite soon after. I woke up suddenly by a barking dog and that was another trouble at 5:30 AM. Long story is being a Good Samaritan to stray dogs is freaking hard. Then I had to powder my nose and the rest, as they say, is history.
So I read the rest of Those Who Save Us. Good, I wouldn't recommend you buy it. I read emails, not too many, I've never had lots of friends but the ones I have are great ones. Now I blog as the Gwnyth Paltrow Emma discovers her love for the vastly older Mr. Knightly. (Remind me to check spelling later.)
Things to do to pass the day will include: loooking up recent articles on appropriate business casual styles, the spellings of fictional characters and Oscar-winning actresses, and finding new blogs to read. I'm scraping the Sue-Takes-A-Shower Idea that sounded so good yesterday, in the light of last night and it being Wednesday (mid-way through the week and still far from "dressing-comes-off" Friday) it just seems too much work for sitting in one's home.
I am such a "va-ga-moon-da". It's want my mother calls someone who likes to not be at home. Pkin loves the home life. He would be happy never going farther than the gun store. It's a misguided irony that his job has him travelling all over LA and more, and mine is basically confined to one building in the Valley (must be pronouced very flatly.) This recovery is driving me crazy. Do you know you can get a wheel chair online for under $100 and have it delivered to your home? I can't drive, but I could wheel myself around a bit.
As I picture myself wheeling around Costco, I'm considering not even getting out of my jammies today. It's going to be a long day.
Ok, back to feeling pain. I feel more pressure, as I've said, except for the few times when I hit my toes or step wrong. I think I can feel the two steel pins in my Right second and third toes but it's just my overactive imagination. I feel more real pain (but is it?) at my 2nd toe Left foot. The one farthest from any surgery. It can't be hurting because nothing happened there. So why do I feel it? Pain rebounds. My gosh, the amazing-ness of the human body never seems to let me down.
Let me try, sleepytime take nine (or so)! Please send your support vibes to Pkin. He'll need them.
