September 12, 2012

  • The Final Eye Surgery

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    Tomorrow the Beast has his second cataract removed and then both eyes will have been done.  The Princess is taking him once again and I am starting to wonder just what the hell kind of clout he used to get her to do this.  It involves her being HERE at 5am to drive him up to Huntsville to the hospital.  Not that I am complaining, mind you.  It just means *I* don't have to get up before the crack of dawn, especially with my bad sleeping habits lately.  I swear, I have to get up to pee every two to three hours.  Just enough to break up any GOOD sleep.  I've even tried limiting and/or stopping any drinking by about 9pm.  Unfortunately, when I do that, it doesn't help AND I wake up horribly dehydrated.  I have tried even switching to ice chips and I like that most of the time because I don't wake up dehydrated but it's still a liquid in a different form.

    Chewlee was cranky today when the Beast picked her up.  Then she got mad at the Beast because she fell down on her butt and he laughed.  She came in my room with a long face, complaining that it was NOT funny!  When I laughed at her, then she got all bummed at ME.  I told her it WAS funny and she needed to learn to laugh at herself when she did things like that.  It didn't help.  Then I knew what the problem was just watching her as we played a new slots game I had advanced to.  She was actually tired.  But since it was her short day with me, I didn't even try to get her to lay down to watch her cartoons.  If she had fallen asleep that early, the Princess would have a tough time getting her to sleep tonight.  She sat and brushed her hair while I clicked and she waited for the bonus game of the new game to show up.  We took turns doing it and the stinker was waaaaay luckier at it than I was. 

    Later on, when the Princess got here (and ate some egg salad I had made for the Beast), she made the mistake of messing her hair up affectionately and Chewlee got upset.  She came running in here, almost in tears, to tell me what her mother was doing and the Princess was right behind her, fingers twitching.  I laughed and told the Princess that Chewlee had brushed her hair very carefully and well.  The Princess looked at Chewlee and said, *YOU are tired!*  She picked her up and hugged her and carried her out to the car while Chewlee complained the whole time about her hair.

    Against my better judgment, I made myself an egg salad sandwich on some wonderful Chicago Italian Bread which Publix makes.  I told the Beast, *I know I am going to be very sorry I'm doing this*.  He realized just WHY I was going to regret it and laughed.  It will only be a couple hours and I will be farting like a champ at a contest and it will last until sometime tomorrow.  **Sigh**  I hate how things I love no longer love me.

    Bratfink is watching opera on PBS the next few days.  One of Wagner's most intriguing ones.  You can read her blog at Planet Bratfink for the name and other information.    But it means that I no longer have a buddy to chat with late in the evening since each part of the opera starts at 9pm Eastern time and I am at Central so from 8pm onward, she is preoccupied with reading the subtitles of dialogue being sung.  She will NOT be disturbed so that she doesn't miss a word.  So I find myself going to bed earlier which is probably a good thing anyway.  I go to sleep quickly so I must be tired or I would just lay there. 

    Love you all.  Have a great day.  Drive carefully and drive defensively, for heaven's sake. 

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