April 1, 2011
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Chewlee, The Beast, The Doctor And Some Needed Prayers
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARMAnother unplanned day that I picked up Chewlee. The Princess called me while I was out shopping and, I have to admit, I got a bit pissed off. This is not the first time that Johnnycakes has decided that he didn’t want to postpone something he really wanted to do to pick up Chewlee. I know that’s what it was because I was only supposed to get her on Wednesday and Friday. When I pick her up tomorrow, that will make four days this week I had her, not two. And I still have the weekend, too. I’m beginning to think I should be getting paid a bottle of vodka or some mudslide every week. Enough of this *Grandma has nothing else important to do so let HER pick her up*. But, I admit, Chewlee IS a weakness with me. I love that little one a lot. She sure fills my life with smiles and laughs just being herself.
I had given her some salami (of course) but I didn’t want her to fill up on it. She goes through these fazes of food preferences until she gets tired of them and then won’t eat them again for ages. We went through the chicken noodle soup every day. Before that it was spaghetti-o’s, or hot dogs until I almost begged her to try something different for a change. So, when she asked for more, I told her *No*. So, as she is stomping out the door, she says to me, *I am going to tell Papa.* and she storms into Papa’s room, where he is on his computer. A few minutes later, she comes running back in and she’s all excited. She tells me, *I told you! Papa is MAD at you.*
With that, the Beast comes in and he’s smiling and half laughing and tells me, *You asked for it. How could you be mean to that sweet little girl?* He leans down, gives me a half hug and pretends he is spanking me. I’m watching Chewlee over his shoulder and she has this huge grin on her face like she has pulled off a real coup. I couldn’t believe how smug she looked but I pretended Papa was hurting me a little. He turns around to Chewlee and says, *There? Is that better now?* and the little stinker shakes her head *yes*. So, she’s looking very smug and then looks over at me. I am staring at her with a mean look on my face and her face falls and she looks away. The Beast almost fell over laughing but managed to contain himself while she walked out of the room. He says to me, *Did you see her face?* I told him, *Do you mean the one when you spanked me for her or the one when she got a look at MY face?* He said that both were funny as hell.
Chewlee decided after that that she was going to hang out with Papa for a while until she thought I would get over being mad at her (which I wasn’t, of course). Later, when she made her way back to my room, she stood in front of me and asked, *Are you mad, Gramma?* I said, *At who?* She looks at me with this angelic little face and just points to herself. I told her, *No, I’m not mad at you.* Then she wants to know if I am mad at Papa or Baron and I tell her no to both. She then says to me, *I love you, Gramma.* and gives me a hug and a kiss. How can you not love a kid like that??
I told Bratfink about an incident yesterday and forgot to mention it when I blogged. When I picked up Chewlee from preschool, I surprised her with some gummy bears. I wish you could have seen her face and heard her voice when she said, *For ME?????* You would have thought I gave her a diamond necklace or something of great value. But, when I asked her for one on the ride home, she grabbed the bag to her chest and said, *These are mine, Gramma. Get your own!!* I told her that *I* share with her all the time and I was really sad that she didn’t share with me. She thought about that for a minute and then grabbed a red gummy bear (those are her favorites so that was a big deal) and handed it to me. She then said, *I am sharing with you, Gramma. Now chew it slow and only one at a time.* She then clutched the bag to her chest and kept glancing over at me to see when I swallowed. She was afraid she might have to give me another one.
When I did finish it, she pointed at my coffee cup and said, very quickly, *Don’t forget your coffee, Gramma. Go ahead. Drink it.* She was trying to distract me, don’t you know? Okay. Now on to the Beast. Today was his appointment with his urologist and he wasn’t really looking forward to it. He went to bed early last night (after showering) so that he wouldn’t sleep too late to leisurely get prepared in the morning. The dog didn’t give him a hard time about being left behind because even he could tell, I think, that the Beast wasn’t liking the whole idea. When the Beast got home, he handed me this sheet of prepared instructions from the doctor.
The Beast has another tumor in his bladder and his prostate is enlarged. The surgery will be outpatient (which surprised me because they will be removing part of his prostate, too) on April 13th. It’s scheduled for 1pm. but he still can’t eat or drink anything after midnight on the 12th. He is going to be miserable about that part. But, his pre-surgical exam is on the 11th and he will also have a catscan done at the same time. A catscan is not a normal procedure but the doctor ordered it because he has some concern for the Beast’s kidneys. THAT bothers the Beast big time.
I’m very concerned this time because the doctor said last time (before the surgery) that, if they had to cut into the bladder, the Beast would more than likely have to have a permanent catheter. I know the Beast and that will just kill him. He will hate it more than you could possibly know. He’s not one of those accepting people who can roll with the punches and do what must be done. He will be humiliated and feel degraded because it’s something only really old and infirm people have to have in his mind. He doesn’t see himself that way and doesn’t want anyone else to, either.
So, forgive me if I am asking for you to remember him in your prayers once in a while until his surgery. Then I may be asking for more prayers, I will have to wait and see. In the meantime, I love you all and I wish you a wonderful weekend. Today is TGI Friday so enjoy yourself after you finish work today. Barbeque this weekend if the weather permits. I know we will be. Also, Chewlee and I have flowers we will be planting on Saturday. I picked up some from the nursery that will attract butterflies and hummingbirds plus we will also be planting some seeds. It should be fun, weather permitting. Adios, Amigos! See you soon!
