Saturday, March 25

Saturday, March 25

Another fairly lackluster day.

As soon as I was  fully conscious, I took a much needed shower, did my morning routine, filled my pill caddy, and fed the cats.  Then I unloaded the large box from Chewy.com and put all the Sheba pods into the cupboard under the TV.  The cats had managed to unplug something that disconnected the TV from the cable, so I had to pull everything away from the wall and plug it back in again.  I watched a couple episodes of 911 as I put things away.  I unloaded the stuff from the Target.com box I got the other day, bagged up the recycling, and broke down all the cardboard from the big shipping boxes and the small boxes that the Sheba pods came in. 

Then Lily called, and I talked for her for quite a while.  They have decided to leave tomorrow for South Dakota instead of today as she was unable to take her diuretic pill yesterday due to having the MRI.  While in that machine, she couldn’t hop up every 15 minutes to run to the toilet, so she just didn’t take it.  But she was swelling up this morning due to water retention, so she took her pill today and was trotting to the toilet every 15 minutes.  It’s a five hour trip to Rhonda’s home in South Dakota. 

So, today, she planned to pack her stuff, load the car, and deal with the diuretic’s results.  She will skip the pill again tomorrow as the cornfields are not available to hide and pee in.  Ha.  Just kidding.  Peeing in the cornfield was what we did when we were kids.  Now that we are old, we almost never pee in the cornfields along the road.

Tammy called me this afternoon.  She said Joni had called her sobbing hysterically.  She is grieving the loss of her friend Ryan who died due to medical incompetence last week.  He’d been going to the clinic for seven months complaining of not feeling right, and they kept sending him home, telling him there was nothing wrong with him.  When he finally went to the big clinic in Rochester, he was past saving from an aggressive cancer.  Stupid bastards  killed him because they are incompetent.  I doubt they could find their own anus with both hands and a flashlight.  Morons.

But that isn’t the only reason Joni was hysterical.  Her evil piece of shit husband has been on a drunken tear and has been verbally attacking her, calling their sons and claiming that Joni is a lying drunk, and threatening to destroy or get rid of everything she cares about.

Why can’t he just ram himself into a tree and die?  He’s completely worthless.

Drunken piece of shit.

Malona came by while I was on the phone with Tammy.  She was selling cookie dough for the NRHEG track fundraiser.  It cost me $50 for two cartons of macadamia nut cookie dough.  Becky’s kids always come to my house when they are selling stuff for their school and church fund raisers.

She said when she came up on the deck there was a stray kitty on it.  It was the white one with black spots, so I had her put out some food in the plastic dish I keep out there to feed my two little stray kitty friends.  I hoped I could sneak a picture, but he/she was too quick for me. I’m pretty sure he/she came back as my cats were very excited about something being out there to stare at. 

Once again, I failed to feed myself all day.  It was nearly 8 pm when I headed into the kitchen and made a box of parmesan and herb angel hair PastaRoni and fried some fake crab in butter.  I ate about half of each and put the other half in the fridge for tomorrow.  That is my favorite kind of PastaRoni.  It’s easy and quick and tastes pretty good. 

Not much else of interest happened today. 

Perhaps I will have a more productive day tomorrow.