Sunday, February 26

Sunday, February 26

Today was moderately productive.  DeAnn wasn’t feeling very good, so we did not meet until 11 am instead of 10.  I was ready to meet at 10 am, so I took advantage of the extra time to make myself a bowl of Cream of Wheat.  I  like to add cinnamon to it and pour some half and half over it. 

DeAnn and I zoomed till about 2 pm, and then I spent some time on the internet.  I wrote out the check for one of my bills, dozed a bit in the recliner, did my written prayers, and again tried to call Alicia Butler, my cousin’s wife to see if he could put the new battery in my car.  He’s a mechanic, so he should have the skills.  I cleaned the litterboxes in the breezeway then put away the clean dishes and washed the dirty ones. 

Then, I peeled and quartered the ripest and most bruised pear and ate it while warming the last of the brussels sprouts in the microwave.  I ate them for supper and had 3-4 strawberry Twizzlers for dessert.

I called Lily to see how she was doing today.  Her auditory hallucinations are continuing.  She said that last night, she could hear what sounded like cats under her bed.  She summoned the nurse who looked under the bed but saw and heard nothing.  The nurse told her to call her again if she heard the noises again.  She did, and this time, the nurse noticed that Lily was making the noises herself with her mouth but she was not aware of doing it.

She isn’t eating or sleeping, and she has a major UTI again. I suspect this combination is resulting in psychological disruptions.  I know that lack of sleep can be a form of torture that results in all kinds of psychotic issues.  I don’t understand why the incompetent buttholes are not dealing with this stuff.  They need to figure out what is causing the fluid retention and then stop it.

My sister Tammy is recovering from kidney stone surgery.  She called me while I was talking to Lily and Lily’s nurse was talking to her, so I switched over to Tammy.  She was in misery.  Apparently, they had just blasted her stones into small fragments but did not suck them out afterwards.  When they blasted mine, they sucked out all the large fragments and all I passed was the “sand” that was left behind.  It wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t agonizing.  Tammy is really suffering passing all those large fragments. 

I swear.  These so-called medical professionals are idiots.

Not much else going on.  I’m watching Walker, Texas Ranger again. I like to see old Chuck pound the bad guys.  He’s after date rapists tonight.  I will enjoy watching him beat them senseless.  Haha.

I got a call from my cousin Jack Butler, who is married to Alicia.  He said he would come either tomorrow or Wednesday night to install my battery in the car.  It will be so wonderful to have my car functional again.  I told my mother that as soon as it was drivable again, we would go to Culver’s for fish and to the Dairy Queen for malts.  I have been craving both—as well as shrimp egg fu yung and steamed dumplings.