November 24, 2010
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IT’S ALIVE !!!! Dammit…….!
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
Yeah, the Beast lives. He’s been upright and even eating real food most of the day. He only looks 90 years old now, instead of 100.
At least, that’s what I told him this morning while we were sitting at the kitchen table. I kept a close eye on him and made sure he was drinking liquids although, I must say, I was actually pissed off at him.Yeah, he pulled a *Beast-thing* last night and started yelling about stupid stuff to the point I yelled back at him and told him that *….just because YOU feel bad and crappy, don’t start trying to make everyone else as miserable as YOU feel!* He shut up and a little later tried making a joke (to which I did NOT laugh but shot him *that* look) then he gave up and went back to bed.
Poor Sheepie had run for her room when he started and she came into the computer room when he went back into his lair to ask, *What was wrong with Grampa?* I explained to her that it was a normal phenomenon with him whenever he felt like crap to try attacking me verbally. He did that a LOT when he was recovering from his strokes and that was when I no longer reacted to it like he wanted. It only pissed him off more but sure gave me pleasure to frustrate HIM for a change. That was when his own doctor gave him the nickname of the Beast. He saw and heard the things the Beast did with me and then saw him turn on his charm and good humor for pretty much everyone else. When the Beast asked the doctor if he would/could have another stroke, the doctor told him…..*Let me put it this way…..wherever YOU go, there YOU are.* I’m still ticked off because the doctor said then that most stroke victims, with less serious strokes, don’t usually live more than five years afterward. Here we are, almost NINE years later. **Sigh**
The Beast hasn’t been up all day, thankfully. But he has gotten up long enough to drink something, have a bite to eat and then head back to bed for a couple more hours. He’s down for the night now. One funny thing, Sheepie and I left to go to Walmart with a list of things for Thanksgiving dinner that I needed while the Beast was down for the count. We were gone a couple hours because I picked up Chewlee from preschool afterward before heading home.
When I walked in with the groceries and Chewlee, the Beast had just gotten up. His comment? *Well, that was fast!* He really had no clue. He had heard the door to the garage go up and Baron started barking because he needed to go out. That was the only reason he got up. He also wanted to see what I had bought even though he had seen the list. Unlike him, when I have a list, I don’t go nuts in the bakery department or the frozen food section. He’s discovered just how many other neat food items are available in that section lately. It’s been *interesting* to see his discoveries and things (food items) he wants to *try*. I just roll my eyes.
For some reason, Weatherbug has informed us that we will be getting warm weather the next couple of days instead of the cold front we expected. It has stalled in the Central Plains area so we will have a nice Thanksgiving Day here. If you are in an area of bad weather, please be careful if you are traveling. Don’t forget your bad weather kit in the trunk of the car….just in case! Love you all and I wish you a wonderful Hump Day and an even better Thanksgiving Feast.
