The pee hoo-hah is a little disturbing. For the last few days the color has been a frightening orangey brown, but everything I see online (from WebMD, the Mayo Clinic and so on) says dark urine is caused by dehydration … so most likely I just need to drink more water. A lot more water. But I’ll check with Antonia just to find out if I should also be doing something else. For instance, there’s a chance this might also be caused by seven days of catheterization when I was hospitalized last week.
Please stay tuned for further developments. Thank you.
So what’s on my agenda for the rest of the day? REALLY FUN SHIT! It’s 4:45 p.m. now, and I’m eating a nice can of sliced Wal-Mart carrots and watching a week’s worth of “People’s Court” reruns, which will be followed immediately by Them (1954), a seriously cheesy science fiction movie about gigantic radioactive mutant ants running amok in the New Mexico desert and L.A.’s sewer system, starring Edmund Gwenn, James Arness and James Whitmore. (Probably a knee-slapping comedy, right?) We’re delighted to award Them with the Howdygram’s two-star ★★ rating.
“Them”: A giant mutant ant terrorizes two well-dressed people with hats near the Salton Sea. |
Before I forget … I’d like to wish you and yours a Happy Pesach (Passover), which begins Saturday night at sundown with the first seder. Sam and I aren’t invited anywhere for the holiday due to having no friends or relatives here in Texas, and we’re definitely not observant enough to have a seder of our own, not counting my inexplicable fondness for gefilte fish with horseradish. (Especially horseradish.)
I just got off the phone with my sister, Robin. She was driving to her girlfriend’s house to help her prepare for dinner on Passover. Conversing from the front seat of her car is Robin’s favorite way to keep in touch, so we had a fine opportunity to talk for about half an hour with no human interruptions (i.e., no children or grandchildren).
It’s 7:45 p.m. Thursday night and Sam is unconscious next to me on the sofa. I feel a little guilty about doing this, but in a few minutes I’ll have to wake him up to ask for some food. I want a sandwich … Wal-Mart’s store brand sliced chicken lunchmeat on white bread with mayo. He always brings me the ingredients (I’m in the family room) and I make the sandwich myself. Probably with a few chips on the side. After I get my lower denture in a couple of weeks I’ll also start asking for a dill pickle spear. (Right now I still can’t bite into one.)
Thank you for reading this. Seriously.
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