Yo, everybody. I sincerely wanted to write a post on Thursday but couldn’t squeeze it into my schedule. I was busy all morning with my monthly catheter change hoo-hah (which went very well, thank you for asking), and then spent the balance of the day: 1) sleeping; 2) watching quirky, atmospheric movies*; and 3) eating things.
Saturday, July 27, 2019
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
I’ve got a whole new addiction.
In Sunday’s post I wrote briefly about my surreal life as a bedridden senior citizen. While it’s definitely bizarre to watch a Sandra Dee movie and eat canned tomatoes — with habanero peppers! — at 5 o’clock in the morning, “surreal” certainly doesn’t stop there.
Sunday, July 21, 2019
A little extra pasta here and there probably keeps me from starving to death.
You know your life is surreal — Jesus, no kidding! — when it’s 5:17 a.m., you’re eating a can of spicy Ro-Tel tomatoes with habanero peppers and watching the original Gidget (1959) starring Sandra Dee, James Darren and Cliff Robertson.
Friday, July 19, 2019
It’s never a good idea to call a person an asshole when he has a scalpel in his hand.
Happy Friday morning, everybody!
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Jesus. I just lost three days of my life.
Hello, everybody, and I hope you’re having a swell and happy Sunday. I’d like to begin tonight’s Howdygram post with a brief health review. Thank you for putting up with me.
Saturday, July 13, 2019
Without creative projects to work on I probably would have died from monotny.
Good afternoon, boys and girls. It’s late Friday afternoon and I just woke up from a very lovely, very long nap. Eight glorious hours. It could have been even longer, however, if our landscapers hadn’t showed up. (They’re mowing, edging, sweating, shouting and whacking. There’s a lot of fucking commotion out there.) Lately I’ve been keeping a “graveyard shift” schedule … falling asleep right after breakfast and waking up around 5 p.m.
Thursday, July 11, 2019
Apparently the world doesn’t already have enough sticky shit.
Know why I love Wednesday? I GET MY DRUG REFILLS ON WEDNESDAY! Or, actually, every other Wednesday. When you get your medical care from a hospice you have to request your prescription refills every other week — insane, right? — and in my case, Happy Drug Day always falls on a Wednesday. This would include 15-day refills for Amitriptyline, Metoprolol, Trazodone, Gabapentin, Furosemide, Xanax*, Tolterodine* and Hydrocodone.
Wednesday, July 10, 2019
I keep a typewritten list of my favorite snacks and groceries on the desktop of my iMac.
Yo, everybody! It’s 1:53 a.m. — the wee hours of Tuesday morning — and I want to tell you all about my late “bedtime” dinner a couple of hours ago. I had frozen peas and a big glass of sugar-free Crystal Light fruit punch. Honestly, it just doesn’t get much better than that. Peas and punch!
Monday, July 8, 2019
Thank you, Sam. You saved my life.
Well, it’s a few minutes after 8 a.m. on Sunday morning, and before I go any further I have to post the following very important statement regarding the earthquake in southern California a couple of days ago.
Saturday, July 6, 2019
Hey, people … have you ever had a craving for creamed spinach?
I love weekends because Sam and I get TWO WHOLE DAYS without any invited (or uninvited) visitors or irritating interruptions. These would include: 1) hospice nurses or nurse’s aides; 2) a medical professional of any kind; 3) a pharmacy delivery that isn’t Hydrocodone; and 4) a UPS dude who rings the doorbell.
I want to stay awake all night and create some great shit!
I must be feeling mighty prolific to start a new Howdygram post so soon after the War and Peace edition I published a few short hours ago. Holy crap, right?
Thursday, July 4, 2019
Happy Independence Day from Sam and me.
While I wait for my hospice C.N.A. to show up for Wednesday morning’s bath and hygiene session I thought it might be a good idea to jump-start another fresh, new Howdygram post, which involves typing like a maniac until the doorbell rings. Is this fun, or what?!
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Trust me, blow-drying your hair in bed is a mighty tricky activity.
Good morning. It’s almost 8:30 a.m., and I’ve got a couple of hours to kill before my C.N.A. gets here for a bathing and general hygiene session. I can either watch a movie or compose on a Howdygram post. (Guess which one I picked.)
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