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| Sets of 100 seamless Burlap Brights and 100 seamless Leather Brights. |
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| Set of 18 Drippy Pastel Paints and 12 seamless charcoal, green and blue Chalkboards. |
In case you’re wondering, I’ll use these high resolution digital files for all kinds of projects for The Howdygram Store … including greeting cards, tote bags, zipper makeup cases, iPhone cases, padfolios, spiral notebooks, clipboards, nightlights, wall clocks, playing cards, coasters with matching bottle openers, mousepads, wireless mice, luggage tags and passport covers. I get SO DAMN INSPIRED!
For a housebound senior citizen with lousy knees I’ve had a rather busy day today, which I’ll cover with the following neatly-subtitled paragraphs.
THE “PAR-BOILED EAR” INCIDENT. This morning I woke up with intense pain behind my right ear, so I contacted the hospice administrator (Bea) to report a boil — or another similar monstrosity that hurts like fuck — in exactly the spot where my eyeglasses and oxygen cannula sit. She asked Sam to take a picture of it and attach it to a text, and five minutes later she texted back to tell us the hospice pharmacy would be sending over a one-week prescription for Bactrim (an antibiotic) that’s as big as a your toe.
THE CASE OF THE “CREEPING CATHETER TUBE”. I have no idea how to write this paragraph so I’ll just dive right in and hope for the best. When a person such as yours truly lives with a catheter 24/7 you have to expect an occasional “issue.” In my case, the cath tube had been gluing itself to the barrier cream on my inner left thigh and eventually caused a rather nasty rip in the skin, which was already extremely tender. I didn’t need this. But Bea decided to come over and check it out because I sounded so fucking miserable on the phone. (And I was, believe me.) She dressed the wound and gave Sam a couple of pointers to help me avoid additional pain and injury. Just what he needed … another responsibility!
THE CASE OF THE “CREEPING CATHETER TUBE”. I have no idea how to write this paragraph so I’ll just dive right in and hope for the best. When a person such as yours truly lives with a catheter 24/7 you have to expect an occasional “issue.” In my case, the cath tube had been gluing itself to the barrier cream on my inner left thigh and eventually caused a rather nasty rip in the skin, which was already extremely tender. I didn’t need this. But Bea decided to come over and check it out because I sounded so fucking miserable on the phone. (And I was, believe me.) She dressed the wound and gave Sam a couple of pointers to help me avoid additional pain and injury. Just what he needed … another responsibility!
That rounds out Saturday at Howdygram headquarters, not counting the following peculiar musings: 1) It’s 10:15 p.m. and I forgot to eat dinner; 2) I wonder if seven potato chips and a Popsicle count as a meal; 3) is it wrong to wake Sam from a nap after three hours if I need my back scratched; 4) my life is weirder than yours, I’d be willing to bet on it; 5) Cinemax channels are free on DISH Network for the next two days so I’m recording a few very cool movies for Sam and me, including Amelia (2009), the story of Amelia Earhart, starring Hilary Swank and Richard Gere, The American President (1995) starring Michael Douglas and Annette Bening, Fargo (1996) starring Frances McDormand and William H. Macy, and Dave (1993) starring Kevin Kline and Sigourney Weaver; 6) I can’t think of anything else.
At this point I think I’d like to lie down on the chaise and give my eyeballs a rest already. Thank you for reading this, thank you for laughing only when appropriate, and please consider buying a few holiday cards from The Howdygram Store this year. On the other hand, please try to give a fleeting thought to Alamo once in a while. I’m sick of this damn business already.
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