Mazel tov to me. I’m not nauseated tonight.

The best laid plans, right?

TUESDAY, 3:08 P.M., 12/24/2019. Sometime before sun-up this morning I began to have digestive difficulties, including nausea and being unable to swallow, and eventually I passed out with a bowl under my chin. When my C.N.A. arrived at 9:30 for my bath and hygiene session, Sam briefly woke me up to find out if I was interested … but I wasn’t. I was still nauseated and still miserable. Next thing I know it’s almost 3 p.m., Sam had to cancel our new “senior sitter,” and he never had a chance to spend an afternoon at the arboretum. I fucked up EVERYTHING today! As soon as the nausea subsides — and I warm up a little (I’ve been shivering) — I’ll let Sam give me a nice bath.*

A nice bath? Fat chance. I conked out immediately after typing the previous paragraph and slept until 10 p.m. When I finally woke up my diaper was flooded, I was moaning from bladder spasms and mild nausea (still), and I was freaked out due to not knowing what day it was. I’m so tired of this crazy shit!

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WEDNESDAY, 11:03 A.M., 12/25/2019. Merry, merry, everybody! Sam just drove over to Wal-Mart to buy me a large bottle of Mylanta for Christmas, and know what? He said WAL-MART ISN’T OPEN TODAY! Holy crap! Seriously?

However, even though it’s Christmas Day my hospice was still open and still taking care of patients, because my C.N.A. showed up at 9:30 a.m. to give me a wonderful bath and hygiene session … plus a little unexpected bad news. Leticia says I have several blisters on my butt and the back of my thighs that are ready to turn into pressure sores, and she treated them with a miracle barrier cream. We have to avoid pressure sores at all costs. I’ve had them before, and they’re truly HORRIBLE.

Because I’m having a difficult time staying awake today (I just lost another 10 hours to an unexpected nap) I think I’d better publish this Howdygram post and watch a movie with Sam. We’re all set to go with A Christmas Carol (1938) starring Reginald Owen, which I recorded yesterday on TCM. This is our favorite version of Dickens’ classic. Almost makes a person want to eat roast goose and chestnuts with Bob Cratchett! (Mazel tov to me. I’m not nauseated tonight!)

Thank you for reading this. Please remember the Alamo, okay?