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Can't Even Talk About the Toes

So here is Bob, enjoying the bed:

Still Kicking, in a Manner of Speaking

Recuperation continues.  Sleep continues from 1-5 ish, then up for a few hours, then final sleep until 10 or so.  It's not a very fulfilling life.  Pkin has shared some interesting emails with me, the only one "fit to print" is:

Two 90-year-old women, Vivian and Edith, had been friends all of their lives. When it was clear that Edith was dying, Vivian visited her every day. One day Vivian said, 'Edith, we both loved playing women's softball all our lives, and we played it all through high school. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's women's softball there.' 

Edith looked up at Vivian from her death bed, 'Vivian, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you.'

Shortly after that, Edith passed on. 
 
At midnight a couple of nights later, Vivian was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, 'Vivian , Vivian.' 
 
'Who is it?' asked Vivian, sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?' 
 
'Vivian -- it's me, Edith.' 

'You're not Edith.  Edith died.' 

'I'm telling you, Vivian, it's me,' insisted the voice. 

'Edith! Where are you?'  

'In Heaven,' replied Edith. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.' 
 
'Tell me the good news first,' said Vivian. 
 
'The good news, 'Edith said, 'is that there's softball in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired .'

'That's fantastic,' said Vivian. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?' 
 
'You're pitching Tuesday.'

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Should I get to know more about this?

When You See Yellow VWs All Over The Place

One day your friend is talking about buying a yellow Volkswagen, and then all you can see are yellow Bugs all over the place.  All I'm seeing is sleep help, all over the place.  See the Dumb Little Man.

The Missing Piece

Every recovery needs the elemental piece that makes it all work.  Sometimes it's penicillin, other times a soft yet supportive pillow for the feet does the trick.  My ultimate piece is Pride and Prejudice - but alas, I have, through my very bad housekeeping, misplaced the DVDs.  The box is just lovely but empty on my shelf.  In it's place I am watching a bit of Emma with Gywneth Paltrow but I'm gearing up for a very good remedy, as soon as Pkin goes out into the big world, the kitties and I are going to watch a wonderfully charming movie, a bit of fluff that is both romantic and funny, and musical.  There are accents and subtitles, snow and pasta. 

Do you have a guess?

I love romantic comedies.  Over the weekend I saw The Philadelphia Story.  Google it, if you are one of the very few who do not know what it is about.  It's a classic!  I've never seen it in it's theatrical version, but have seen it many times on TV.  There were a few things I didn't notice before, I won't share any spoilers here, but it was even better for this watching.  I have the Cate Blanchett second Elizabeth title in the other room, but I don't feel very regal right now.  There is also The Day After Tomorrow.  I enjoyed this movie on cable and thought I would enjoy the uncut version with extras.  But I haven't felt inspired as yet.

So, this brings me to my highlight for Monday.  The movie, a very old copy on a very old VHS tape is ... Snap out of it!

Moonstruck!

While I was looking for it, I found an even older tape with home-made copy of All of Me.  Now that's a great romantic comedy,

Just because my grandfather didn't rape the environment and exploit the workers doesn't make me a peasant. And it's not that he didn't want to rape the environment and exploit the workers, I'm sure he did. It's just that as a barber, he didn't have that much opportunity.

Maybe my Monday afternoon will be set.

HP Husbands

From Beancounters.

Your result for The Harry Potter Husband Test...

Mrs. Black

You want a relationship filled with fun times, with a guy who you know will always back you up. Sure, he's a bit of a jerk with anyone who he doesn't approve of, but as long as he likes you, he'll be a lot of fun. Your days will be filled with laughter and merriment, though if you ever have kids, you'd better be prepared to lay some rules down or else they'll end up with a bunch of reckless rulebreakers running around, transforming into animals at every turn.

(Fanart by kellywormtongue http://kellywormtongue.deviantart.com/ Used with permission.)

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Calling All Sleep Remedies

Last night I slept the mythical eight hours.  Unfortunately the hours were between 4:00 AM to Noon, with the help of Tylenol PM, and were not without interruptions.  I think I should be feeling more pain, the doctor seemed to ask about pain a lot.  I have a theory that the pain has transferred itself into an intensifying of my already inconsistent sleep patterns.  Is that possible?  I've had a headache for about a week, the connection between my toes and my frontal cortex must be more direct than the average person's.

 

I've always believed that life is better without meds, of course I've been on BP meds for about three years.  The option are to lose weight or to burst blood vessels in my eyes, or I suppose to stroke out all together.  Since the weight thing is so manageable for me, ha ha, the pills are the way to go for now. 

I'm so tired of not being able to move the way I want to.  I have a cane (my choice) and these two clown shoes, not my choice but my saviors.  And the only thing I have to look forward to is meal time.  Hence, I'll be on the BP pills for the foreseeable future.

Now the purpose of the post:  I need to be able to sleep when Pkin sleeps, and the dogs and cats.  The options as I see it now are to:

1. Put all on the Noon to 4 AM schedule. 
2. Take enough meds to knock out a horse. 
3. Lie still in bed for 4-5 hours, after Pkin goes to sleep and before I fall asleep.

The down side of each:

1. I don't think that this is my ideal schedule so getting Pkin and the pookies on it would only be a short term remedy.
2. I think this is obviously not the ideal choice.

3. Well, I can't be conscious for longer than 10 minutes without doing something.

I have a natural sleep aid with melatonin; it worked the first night but not the second.  Tylenol PM is not a great long term diet supplement, especially with my sucky liver. 

It's happened, I'm feeling sorry for myself.  I haven't seen a live person since 4 AM.  Pkin left before I woke and it's nearly 7 PM now.  He's not a care-giver by nature and this is his first real day out since the surgery.  And I'm ready to cry; another side effect of poor sleep is emotions at the surface.

I guess I could make dinner.

The Toes

Sorry, Guys, didn't take pictures.  I should have, I know.  I was really afraid to see under the bandages.  It wasn't so bad.  The left and right feet still look like a pair, with some very bad embroidery here and there.  Oh, and the pin cushion look too.  I promise there will be pictures the next time the scars see the light of day. 

The funniest thing is that the nail polish is still there on all the toesies.  I'm really glad I couldn't find the remover the night before surgery.  The bit of mauvey color add something to my healing piggies.

Bravo Lunisea!

Be sure to take a look, Lunisea.

My New Favorite Site

I too dream of giving up the 9-5 for a 24-hour gig of self-determination, but I also love my benefits oh so much!  To help the dreaming, I also research the options.  In the research I found a nifty new site that you need to add it to your list of must-reads, Dumb Little Man.

A serious issues is that my talents are less verbose but rather laconic.  And I like to make fancy, questionable word choices.