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I sank into Eden with you
Mar. 9th, 2006 10:19 pmMy dad has a kidney stone, all other tests were clear, and they sent him home this morning to wait. All in all, much better than the alternatives, it sounds like. At least so far, yadda yadda ya. I grinned a little but didn't try to explain my humor to anyone... but they sent him home with a little strainer through which to pee so he could bring the offending sample in when it comes out. All I could think of was a certain lovely friend of mine--name withheld to protect the innocent--who used to say that peeing was so boring that she sometimes took pregnancy tests to make it more fun. Oh, the fun one could have with a strainer! Although I am pretty sure that it will not be fun for my poor daddy, or really anyone else in the whole world.. it just reminded me of it.
Today wasn't too bad, but it kind of lasted a long time. M had today off, so it was nice to see him when I went home for lunch and then we went to WalMart together during my afternoon break. Still, it kind of sucks to be at work when the boyo is home. I guess I can't complain much.. he does it every other week. Not leave the boyo at home, but the girlo. I don't even know what I'm talking about. He's taken my glasses off to wash them as he does his own and so I can't see a word that I'm typing.. as a matter of fact, I have my eyes closed.. not that I could see much more with them open. Apparently my typing brain doesn't function if I can't see what I'm writing. Looks like I'd have it worked out in my head, doesn't it? But no, basically I just put my fingers on the keyboard and see what comes out. Sometimes it's even on topic. But, not tonight. Tonight I am a cactus.. prickly and.. green. Okay, not green. Not a cactus. But I am feeling prickly and easily irritated and in need of a good nap. I don't know if cactus need naps or not but I suspect that if I asked a botanist about it they would probably just refer me to a good psychiatrist.
Apparently I can't write anything else without sinking into self-analysis and introspection and I'm not so much in the mood. So, I guess that perhaps I'll just head to bed instead, and save the blah-blah-blah for another day. Oh, the anticipation.
Today wasn't too bad, but it kind of lasted a long time. M had today off, so it was nice to see him when I went home for lunch and then we went to WalMart together during my afternoon break. Still, it kind of sucks to be at work when the boyo is home. I guess I can't complain much.. he does it every other week. Not leave the boyo at home, but the girlo. I don't even know what I'm talking about. He's taken my glasses off to wash them as he does his own and so I can't see a word that I'm typing.. as a matter of fact, I have my eyes closed.. not that I could see much more with them open. Apparently my typing brain doesn't function if I can't see what I'm writing. Looks like I'd have it worked out in my head, doesn't it? But no, basically I just put my fingers on the keyboard and see what comes out. Sometimes it's even on topic. But, not tonight. Tonight I am a cactus.. prickly and.. green. Okay, not green. Not a cactus. But I am feeling prickly and easily irritated and in need of a good nap. I don't know if cactus need naps or not but I suspect that if I asked a botanist about it they would probably just refer me to a good psychiatrist.
Apparently I can't write anything else without sinking into self-analysis and introspection and I'm not so much in the mood. So, I guess that perhaps I'll just head to bed instead, and save the blah-blah-blah for another day. Oh, the anticipation.
