October 22, 2012

  • Got My Hopes Dashed Again!

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    I slept badly last night.  Spent it up and down and I didn't even have gas or have to pee.  Weird.  Turns out what was probably disturbing me was the Beast but I will tell you why in a little bit.  I got up, grabbed some coffee and headed to my computer to check my emails, get rid of the spam and see if my comics made it.  My Sunday comics and Dear Abby never DID make it but all my Monday ones were there so I went to the actual site and read yesterday's comics before I read today's.

    I took my meds, had some toast and went back for a nap since I was still tired.  The Beast was up when I first got up and then was STILL up when I finished my nap and got more coffee.  Shortly thereafter, he laid down to take a nap as he called it.  That was around 12:30pm.  I was up and down, in and out of my computer room.  I put the clean silverware away and wiped off the cabinets.  I cleaned up the kitchen table (which is always a mess from the Beast.  He will clean up cabinets but never the table.  Go figure.) and wiped up a couple spots on the floor that I saw.  The Beast hasn't put down the new wax yet and I'm not sure why.

    I get up for some more coffee and notice it's now 2:30pm and the Beast is still in bed.  Hmmm.  But Baron is asleep on the floor next to the bed so I figure all is well.  I make myself a sandwich and get a glass of milk for my (late) lunch.   I check to see what I may make for our dinner later and go through all the frozen stuff in the freezer before deciding on a couple different things that I figure I will ask the Beast about so he feels he's participating in the selection.  The next time I look at the clock, it's 3:30pm and the Beast is STILL in bed.  Baron has disappeared so I check and he's asleep on the floor of the guest room.  Hmmm. 

    I am talking to Bratfink on an IM at this time so I tell her I have become a bit worried about the Beast.  I tell her he's either sick or dead and I don't want to go in and be disappointed (again) because it turns out he's sick.  I don't check.  My door is open and around 4pm, what do I hear?  You're right.  He's finally up and moving around.  When I go out and tell him I was worried and afraid to go in there for fear he was dead, he laughs and tells me he didn't sleep much last night because he was up and down with diarrhea.  Shit!  He WAS sick.  Dammit.  Sigh.  Oh well. C'est la vie!

    Don't get a hair up your butt.  You should know I am kidding.  I really WAS afraid to go in there to check on him because he hadn't changed position each time I peeked in.  Baron being there and being asleep gave me the hope that he hadn't died because I think dogs sense that and get upset.  But the Beast and I kid about that all the time.  I think/hope it makes us feel less vulnerable or something because we CAN joke about it.  I would miss him in so many ways.  I would survive it because each year he has been alive since his strokes has been a true miracle.  He really SHOULD have died.  Every single doctor that saw his brain scans said so.  They couldn't understand how he could be alive....talking....walking....aware.  Every single person they had treated that had his kind of stroke and the brain damage he suffered either died or was a vegetable, so-to-speak.  Even so they only figured he would live 5-6 years and it's going on 12 years now.  A miracle..... 

    Love you all.  Have a wonderful week.