TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
I should have suspected that the Beast would be in a strange mood once he wasn't feeling pain. He drove me nuts last night. I was playing on Pogo when he came in the first time. I was just about ready to shut down my computer because I was feeling tired and didn't want to catch a second wind and be up all night. He came in and started to talk and tell me ALL about how wonderful it was that he wasn't having all that much pain since he got his pain pills. It was THIS doesn't hurt, THAT doesn't hurt, yak! yak! yak! I was glad he wasn't in pain but I told him twice that I really needed to get some sleep since we were going to have Chewlee for the whole day in the morning. The Princess had to work a double.
It went in one ear and out the other on the Beast. He said to me, *What? You tired? You are getting more and more like a vampire so why do you need sleep NOW? It's only 1am.* I just raised my eyebrow but he didn't get the message and kept yakking away at me. By the time HE finally felt the need for sleep, it was after 2am and guess what? I had gotten my second wind.
I stayed up and did my daily challenges (and did the ones for Bratfink that she wasn't fond of...we do that for each other and it works out well). She likes some games I don't and vice versa. We get two new challenges every day for which we get 1000 useless tokens. Well, we can dress up our mini's (avatars) but other than that, useless. About an hour after that, coffee cup in hand, the Beast was back in here, talking, talking again. I swear, he went from one stupid subject to another and stayed in here ANOTHER hour before he finally went back to bed. I know he was up about an hour after that, got dressed and ran over to Hardee's (they open at 4am here) and picked up their two dollar special. It's a biscuit and sausage gravy and it works for us but I was finally sound asleep by then. Thankfully, he was kind enough not to wake me. I slept until 8:30am so I got at least four hours sleep.
All day long, he's kept it up. He isn't the least bit reluctant to take the PAIN pills if it hits him but I can tell he's definitely feeling much, much better. He DID rest today (everything but his mouth, which he continued to use to bring me up-to-date on news, political faux pas and Baron's antics now that he's sure the Beast is going to live). He is once again *dogging* his every move. My ears are tired of hearing the Beast talk but it IS better than the screaming.
Tonight it's an early bedtime. I am definitely going to be in bed VERY early tonight even though we don't get Chewlee for the next three days so I COULD stay up late and sleep in. But I'm more tired than I want to admit. I will probably end up getting up around 4am or so since I don't seem to need a whole lot of sleep these days. With all that's going on with the Brat Family these days, it shakes you up and you hate to waste any time sleeping.
I got a bit of a shock yesterday, too. During the last few months, I've had my cell phone number changed and we started using Mag*c J*ck for our house phone. It occurred to me that my bestest friend from high school days (we'll call her Christina) no longer had a working number for me and I planned on calling her. We are the kind of friends that may not talk to each other for six months or more but, when we talk, it's like was just saw and talked together last week, know what I mean? We spent about an hour on the phone, catching up on each other's deeds and misdeeds and those of our other good friends. Since I will be going up to Chicago in a couple weeks, I promised her that I would let her know the dates and we will get together then. We usually spend a couple days together, one of those days with other girls we went to high school with, too. We usually go to a restaurant together and just have fun talking and joking. Especially about feeling young but looking older. 
It seems that Christina has the phone number of my ex-sister-in-law that we girls decided to keep after the divorce and she called her. My ex-SIL didn't have the phone number and called my sister (I mentioned this in brief in yesterday's post). Kay then called Christina back and that's how she got my number. She brought me up to speed on one of our friend's that had breast cancer but didn't choose either mastectomy or lumpectomy. Strictly chemo and radiation. She was finally pronounced cancer-free and seems fine now. Christina is going in for tests every six months because of a family history of cancer and she has fibroids in her breasts. The radiologist that reads her mammograms was complaining because he said in his whole life, he's never seen breasts so dense because of the fibroids. He says it makes it tough and they have to take more than the normal number of x-rays.
Cancer is so prevalent these days, or perhaps it's just we can detect it better. It's an awful disease and I wish we had more effective ways of treating it than chemo (which destroys healthy cells, too) and radiation therapy. They both make you feel so much worse before you can (hopefully) get better. It almost seems little advanced from the days of witch doctors with the more remarkable advances in other medical areas, or is that just MY feeling? With both Sister Cee and Brother D. having it now, it's scary for the rest of us. My godmother and aunt (one and the same) is dying from breast cancer that spread quickly to other organs. She's the type that got a mammogram like clockwork every year and it seems so unfair. She's another person I must visit before she dies. I've always loved her special. I love her laugh and her sense of humor. I will miss having her in my world. It will be a sadder place without her.
Chewlee was in rare form today. My cane became her hobby horse today. She named it, talked to it, took it for *rides*, fed it and was a bit rowdy while galloping all over the house. I knew the Beast was trying to listen to his news and political chat shows so I made her come into my computer room to watch her cartoons and calm down. She came in and stood her ground and told me, *Grandma, he NEEDS me!* No matter what I said, she just keep repeating, *He NEEDS me!* I finally got her to corral the *horse* and be quieter. So what does she do? She starts playing (rather loudly due to her laughing) with Baron. When the noise got really loud, I went out with every intention of yelling at her and find out that most of the noise is coming from THE BEAST!
He was bouncing the dog's ball hard on the floor to make it bounce high in the air and Baron was jumping up and catching it. Chewlee was laughing loudly at the antics of them both and the Beast just got a sheepish look on his face when I came out and was preparing to yell at Chewlee for the noise.
Well, it's late and my computer is doing the wireless bounce really bad. I'm going to have to carefully time it to get this posted. Love you all. Be good. Stay healthy. Learn to laugh and do it often because it's healing. 
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