Saturday, and not much of a story.

I slept like normal these days, about 1 – 2 hours at a time, waking up to pee or when I had moved and the pain came back. Have I mentioned yet just how much I hate this sh*t? It’s starting to really, REALLY tick me off!! I finally got out of bed around 8:00 AM and put on some coffee for a change (I haven’t bothered with coffee much this week, just grabbing a cup at work).

I posted the Blog entry and then began to make out my ToDo list. Then I stopped and thought, “Who the hell am I kidding? I’ll be lucky enough to get my clothes washed for work next week and the bedding done!” I had already reluctantly cancelled an invitation from Jyl to meet her at the Mackenzie Fine Arts Center in Dearborn to watch her niece perform in the Fall Dance Classic (which I really wanted to attend, both because I am in an artsy, fartsy mood it seems and because I enjoy her family). So, I didn’t make the ToDo list out for the first time in forever.

Oh, about the bedding. On a normal week, I probably would have just skipped it. But this week I’ve spent about as much time in bed as I have upright, alternating between freezing and sweating my ass off. So, it really is disgusting and needs to be done.

So, in spite of Scruffy’s objections, I stripped the bedding. It went in the washer and I went back to bed to rest up. B___ called and he was shocked when I told him how my week had gone. The last we talked was either late Saturday or Sunday, after my trip to the DIA, and I was fine.

His theory was that, as much as I’ve p*ssed of God in the past (and, I admit I probably have) he sent a small bolt of lightning into my back as I was leaving the museum, for daring to look upon His Son’s face. He didn’t just send one through the roof of the museum, because it would have injured true believers, you see.

Hmmm... I can’t fault the logic. But, imagine trying to explain that to a doctor or putting down on a sick pay request, LOL.

After we hung up, I made some breakfast – scrambled eggs again, but this time with no hot sauce (I don’t think my tummy could take it) and a couple of those crescent rolls, warmed up in the microwave.

I watched an odd mix of TV throughout the day: A taped version of “The Rifleman” (a 1950’s TV western I used to watch as a kid); “Shane” (a 1952 western movie starring Alan Ladd); a Babe Winkelman hunting show about hunting elk in New Mexico; a documentary about the finding the Whydah, the ship captained by Black Sam, the pirate, off of Cap Cod and another documentary about finding and 3-D photographing the part of Port Royal that fell into the sea when an earthquake hit in something like 1672 (since they interspersed information about the governors, Black Beard the pirate and day-to-day life in Port Royal at the time, it was fascinating). And, the final product, a 3-D image of the sunken part of the city, was amazing!

Meanwhile I was attending to the laundry. I got the bed remade and as I was putting my shirts in the dryer and the pants and socks in the washer, I remembered the poor
birds. They’ve been out of food for a few days and one of the suet cages was empty.

So, duty-bound, I pulled on one of the dirty pants over my naked bottom and zipped my coat over my naked top, slipped into my Crocs and went out to the patio. I filled the bird feeder, spread some seed on the ground for the squirrels and mourning doves and refilled that suet cage. I thought briefly about walking out to get the mail, but it seemed way too far for too little benefit. So, I locked everything up after I went back inside, changed back into my robe and put the last wash in.

Note to self: If you think the bedding is bad, just think about that robe!

I went back to bed, but there was a problem. I could NOT find a position that didn’t hurt (even with the heating pad). I tried lying on both sides, lying on my stomach and lying on my back. Then I tried sitting up, with pillows on the headboard. Nothing!

Then it occurred to me: my old friend from the rotator cuff surgery, my recliner! If you recall, I had to sleep in it for a couple of weeks.

So, I took the phone, a glass of water, a blanket, the heating pad and my book and moved into the living room. Bingo! No matter what position I tried, the agonizing pain was reduced to a dull ache.

I stayed there until 6:00 PM or so, then I fixed another Epsom salt bath (that was the end of my box of Epsom Salt, BTW). I quit when the water was too cool to be comfortable (how long are you supposed to soak anyway?) and took my rinse-off shower.

While I was still mobile, I made dinner. I cut up and cooked a head of cauliflower that was an impulse buy at Westborn when I got those apples I forgot to mention (I got something else that day I can’t remember – oh, wait! It was three plum tomatoes that are still sitting in the wire basket on the hutch, wrinkling up as we speak).

One of the segments on the Babe Winkelman show was a woman describing how to make a soup with a wild turkey you’d shot. No ingredient amounts were given, but I figured I could fake it. So, I took the rest of the smoked turkey breast, a container of my homemade chicken stock and a box of chopped spinach (she used fresh, but I damn sure ain’t running out to get some) out of the freezer to thaw.

I know the current state of my stomach and appetite, so I just fixed a small bowl of the cauliflower, buttered and salted it and took it into the bedroom.

It was late by then and I started watching Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull. I manage to choke down most of the bowl of cauliflower. I watched the movie for a bit and then fell asleep.

When I next woke up, I turned off the TV and the lights and checked outside the bedroom window. It was raining as predicted. Then I went back to bed for the night.