Thursday 12/21/23

7:49a.m. I had the mother of all nightmares last night. I dreamt I was making some kind of devil doll. I was putting money or something into a very small oven. Out came this doll with a scull for a head. It was a female doll because it was wearing some kind of dress. The doll had the ability to place death curses on people. All I had to do was point it at a person and they would die a horrible death. But I had to pay for this power with the price of my soul. When I found this out I woke up screaming.

I didn’t sleep very well after that dream. I was up for awhile but I did get some sleep. I had more nightmares than I don’t remember them.  I was still pretty shook up when the aides got me up at 6

I was very sore and stiff this morning. I slept in my wheelchair until Chocolatechip called. We talked for a few minutes. Rather. she talked and I listened. She rapped up the old air bed and took it to the dumpster. Chocolatechip talked about how good a job the exterminator did. She hasn’t seen any bb but she threw out the old bed to be safe. Then she will spend the morning washing bedding and putting up the new bed.

I talked about going to the pain center today. My appointment is at 10:15am. I said I’m looking forward to going and I hope I get some relief. I’m going to mention how the pain keeps me up at night and is all over my body. I’m going to request Ibuprofen because I don’t want anything addicting. Chocolatechip said I need to tell them everything.

We talked for a few minutes then she had to get busy with housework. I went back to sleep and slept until breakfast. It was delicious. I had biscuits and gravy. The coffee and juice were restorative but I’m still hurting. I hope I can get at least one more coffee before my appointment.

10:15a.m. I’m not having a good morning. My appointment was cancelled. Also, arthritis is very bad. On a scale of 1-10 pain level is a 6. Also the damned Hoyer pad is hurting like hell. I wish they would put me back in bed. My entire body is aching but I have that friggin PT session this afternoon.

Nevertheless I made my way to the coffee social. Sometimes I wonder why I bother to go to these things. I sit by myself all the time. Nobody ever talks to me. I swear I hear people talking about me. I’m just having a very bad morning I was really looking forward to getting some relief from the pain. But the friggin doctor was not in.

I had a nice chat with Chocolatechip. Her whole family is concerned about this new injection. She was talking to her daughter Anne. Anne wants her to touch base with Elaine . Anne wants peace in the family. But we all are worried about this upcoming injection. I said I have a bad feeling about the med. I’m worried about the side effects. But Chocolatechip is going through with it. She needs some relief from her illness and she has complete trust in her doctor. I said I hope it works out for you.

Santa Claus must paid a visit. He gave me a lousy candy cain. I wanted to stick the friggin candy cain up his butt. But I said thank you and ate the sucker.

11: 54a.m. I wasn’t too comfortable at the Coffee Social today. I made my way back to my room. I called Chocolatechip. She was busy passing out cookies to staff and the Moocher, Tim and Eddie. We talked for a few minutes to then shek had to take Meds.

I talked with a guy from PT. He wants to start PT at 12:30 today.  Frankly, I’d must as soon as cancel. I’m in no friggin mood for PT or anything else.

1:51p.m.  I had a Mexican dish for lunch, potatoes salad, corn  and Mandarin oranges. It was pretty good. I ate everything but the corn. I wish I could say the good food put me in a better mood. I still feel like day old road kill. I’m still hurting. This time in bottom. I desperately need changed. But it isn’Het happening anytime soon.

I was just asked if I wanted to do PT today. I said all I want is to go to bed. He said that is fine. We can start Friday he said. I don’t care if I ever do pt again. They can take their pt and shove it. They can take everything and shove it up their butts. I’m in such a foul ass mood today.

I blame it on that God awful nightmare. I swear I can still see that devil doll with a burning scull for a head. It was the worse nightmare I had in a long time, if ever. The dream plus the arthritis pain ruined my whole day. I hope I do not have another one like it.

2:56p.m. I fell asleep in my wheelchair. I feel like a little bit better. But I’ve been trying to get changed all afternoon. Along with everything else the care sucks today. I had the call light on . The aide turned it off and walked on by. Except for the food this has been one shitty day.a

3:33p.m. I’m in bed at last. I feel 100 % better. The aide did a good job. She got me in bed, undressed me, cleaned me up and changed my briefs. Arthritis pain has also gone down. So I’m dry and pain free! I’d like to chill for awhile then read Song of Susanna. This sure has been a hell of a day but I hope it will end on a good note.

5:26p.m. I read Song of Susanna for about an hour. I hope to read more tonight. Then I called Chocolatechip. Her daughter Theresa took her to Dollar General. She just got when I called. We talked for a few minutes then she wanted to put away her groceries.

I’m having spaghetti for supper. I love Italian food. I’ll eat it all and probably get sick. I should know better than to stuff myself. I can’t help it. I love to eat especially Italian food. I hope I don’t get too sick tonight. I want to stay up and read.

7:53p.m. I managed to do a little reading. I read Song of Susanna for an hour. I hope to read for one more hour. I’m having a lot better evening. Supper was good. I ate most of it without getting too sick. I needed changed after that. I don’t have to wait very long. I just had my evening meds and a dose of Mylanta. I’m doing a lot better than I was during the day. Life is good 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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