January 24, 2012
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It Was A Very Good Night
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
To anyone worried about my lack of pain meds last night due to the fact that the Beast is a male and an idiot, you can stop worrying. The Beast buying us a dual control electric blanket was an inspiration. One that was unexpected. I went to bed just as my foot was kind of *tweaking* to let me know that some pain buddies were starting to get together. I hoped to fall asleep quickly and possibly avoid some of the worst of it. Well, it was better than I had even hoped. As the blanket warmed that foot up, the pain just....faded to almost nothing. I fell asleep and slept all night. Well, almost all night. I woke up once to put the blanket up a notch warmer and I ended up falling right back to sleep. I slept 12 hours! It was heaven. No one came in every two hours to wake me up for any reason.
The hospital called to find out how my stay was, if I had any complaints, etc. and I did gripe about the 2 hour wake-ups. The gal laughed and said, *Yes, it IS tough to sleep in a hospital, isn't it?* I figure it's a common complaint. I found out something interesting, however. Did you know the nurses are required to check your body position every two hours AND to chart it? Yep, and it's not just to check and see if you are still breathing. It's also to find out if you are more prone to be in pain in a certain position; things we people outside of the medical field don't really consider. I just thought it an interesting piece of trivia.
I did a LOT of sleeping it seemed while I was in the hospital. Actually, I just slept at every opportunity I had because I was always tired.
Two hours of sleep is just not enough at any one time to allow you to feel rested. Broken sleep is the worst kind of sleep. It's almost as bad as none at all.
Oh, a thought just popped into my mind that I have to mention. I came home, got settled into *my room* just to truly feel at home and because I was anxious to IM Bratfink to let her know I had *escaped*. After the Beast helped me by getting me some coffee and asking if I wanted something to eat, he left to do something he wanted to do on his puter or something. I leaned back and looked around and almost had a heart-attack. Sitting on my table, right out in the open, was a 2 liter bottle of vodka AND one of Mudslide! When I realized they were NOT empty ones pulled out of the garbage for some adverse reason by the Beast (no, you don't want to go there), I was then a bit confused. I couldn't imagine the Princess leaving them out in the open like that but only SHE would know I was totally out of vodka OR that I even use it. She knows about the Mudslide since she's bought it for me a time or two in the past. BUT...well, leaving it out where the Beast could see it was just dumb. So, I took it and hid it in my usual places and waited to see what happened. But it was never mentioned and I realized that it was entirely possible that it could be left out in the open and the Beast not see it because he doesn't really SEE anything having to do with me except where it inconveniences HIM. He had made a promise not to do anything to my room and he actually kept that promise
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So, the only other person that is HERE and knows how I love my Mudslide as a coffee addition is Tara. But she called me and said she was stopping by today with a *prize*. That meant Mudslide and that eliminated HER from the suspect list. No way would she know about the vodka. So, I guess, as Bratfink put it, it was *payback* long overdue from the Princess for my free babysitting AND a nice *welcome home* gift, too.
So, THANKS PRINCESS, Love you!
I realized that I hadn't heard from my son, Marcus Aurelius, at all while I was in the hospital and I KNEW that he had somehow been left out of the loop again as far as I am concerned. What pisses me off is I asked specifically if my daughter or older son was keeping him informed. I got assurances that he was. I'm sorry (again) son. I will not believe it unless you hear it from me, directly. I was just in kind of shock because of all the things I was finding out about my health in a very short time span. Plus I was so sleep deprived, it wasn't even funny after a bit. I didn't enjoy talking on the phone at all except in short bursts.
My older son, Mustachio, told me in no uncertain times that I HAD to outlive the Beast. He felt they couldn't take the Beast (without me around) but could and would enjoy having me around without him. I'd probably see more of them, in fact. I can believe that. The Beast can be a real downer and he's not really been close to anyone except his one aunt. He sure doesn't give our kids a break on any front and, try as they might, they probably won't ever receive his approval on anything. Sad but true. So far, only Marcus Aurelius has anything resembling success in life. I think he was a success even before he bought his house simply because he was happy and had kids that loved and respected him. But then what *I* think doesn't seem to matter. My gauge for success and happiness don't deal with material things like it does the Beast. But that's just me.
Rain clouds are moving in and that means our internet will be getting freaky. So it's time to get this posted for your perusal. Love you all. Be careful in areas of snow and ice. Keep warm and don't forget to tell those you love that you DO love them. Tell them that every time you speak with them. You can never tell them enough and life is short.
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