Well, my dentist appointment went well. Nothing new has appeared. Still, while going to the office, I saw a baby possum! It was near a wall. I was worried for it since it was in broad daylight, but my mom said I could do nothing for it. I told the dentist about it before we got started. The possum was no longer where I saw it though.
It seems there had been a mother possum who had a litter of about seven. Four were scooped up the first day and three others were found playing later. So, they will not be on the look out for the one I saw and hopefully look after it until it can go out into the wild.
It really reminded me of the few animals/creatures I have tried to save. It also reminded me of Peabody. Sigh.
The next day went pretty much the same way as usual. Since I got on MySpace, I looked up two people. I never knew them well, but I remember something good about them. I always wanted to thank them even though they likely never realized what they did would mean so much to me. They likely don’t remember me or what they did even.
Well, I sent them both messages to show my thanks. I rather hope to not get responses, but if it happens, it happens. Now there is only one other person under this category I’d like to write a thank you to. I just don’t know how to contact him. Sigh.
Friday was as normal a day as any other than that I was dead to the world most of it. I was tired. Why, I never know in this scenario. My body just said, “I don’t care if you slept last night, I want to sleep now.”
Saturday my dad forgot to wake me up at six to take my pill. I woke up on my own at 6:40. I wasn’t too pleased, but I was ready this time. I got up, got my pill and then got on the treadmill. ‘Took my shower after that and by then an hour has passed. I eat.
It seems that last time didn’t teach my dad a thing. He said, “Well, its Saturday. It’s okay. Just sleep in.”
Uh, no, Dad. This has nothing to do with sleep. This has to do with an ulcer in my stomach. I need that pill and I need to eat at seven. Just eating at seven means I haven’t eaten for eight hours. The longest I should really let “pass” is six. Eating at eight more or less means I haven’t eaten for nine hours. Damn it, I don’t want my ulcer acting up. I was screwed over due to blood tests and then because of the trip Mom and I took last weekend. I don’t need more things to screw me over. Jeez.
Well, I hit the bed again after that. I woke up around 11:30 and we left for the grocery store. We did that, got home, unpacked and I ate lunch by one. ‘Good thing I snacked on those crackers before we left. While it seems to have affected my stomach none, I did become freakishly dizzy from low blood sugar. Oi.
Later on my mom had some errands to run, so I went along since she wanted company. We stopped by a fabric store. We didn’t know it would be a circus in there – literally. Yes, we enter and circus music was playing. Some workers were dressed as clowns and a guy was dressed as a ring master.
My first thought was about those people with phobias. The clown one came to mind first. Then the crowd one came along. There was a lot of noise. I even thought of something I heard of about how restaurants don’t sing happy birthday or whatever their thing is to people unless asked to.
“They should have put a warning sign about there being clowns in here.” I concluded.
I wondered if anyone asked the workers to do tricks only to find they couldn’t. I also wondered if a hapless clown fearing person entered and suddenly turned white from fear. I shook my head. The music was annoying.
Well, despite the surroundings my mom tried to get what she needed. I mentioned my thoughts and I guess she feared I was getting anxious. She asked if I’d like to go back to the car. I declined. I actually do have a car phobia when it comes down to me turning one on. It was hot out, so for me to stay in the car to wait, I’d fry. I’d need to turn the A/C on or roll down the windows. Both required starting the car. I passed.
I was sent on some thread runs as my mom worked on looking for the right fabrics. How I made my way around reminded me of the hallways in school. I’d always be in a hurry. I don’t like crowds, I don’t like waiting in loud ones. So, like in my past, I darted, swerved, jumped and whatnot to get through it. I was happy to know I still have my touch.
I got the thread on my own, since the workers were too busy. It took me a while, but I found the evil thing. I returned to my mom. I think around that time I began to get a headache from the music. I followed my mother around since I already knew the place easily enough.
She sends me on another thread run. This one was annoying. She wanted cotton thread for machine quilting. It needed to go with certain purples because she intends to make a quilt for my sister. The signs weren’t as helpful. I finally find three different colors of thread, show it to her and find out it was polyester!
I growled and went back. I was directed to a certain brand. I picked out three kinds of colors since my mom wanted two. She looked through them and picked one. She wanted another one like it. She had said she wanted two. Not two that were of the same color! I growled again and went back to replace the others and grab one more.
My mom asked again about going to the car. I shook my head. I had my iPod with me, but that wouldn’t help. I’d have to turn it up loud to drown out the rest of the noise and that would just make my headache worse. So I stayed.
We finally get everything and go to checkout. It was around the end did my mom remember something else. Luckily for me she was tired of the place as well. We left.
My mother didn’t like it, I didn’t like it and I learned first hand on what the figurative phrase of “It was a circus in there!” meant. Now, sure, it was themed as one, but it was a costumed workplace and thus was like one. I figure a real circus would make me have a nervous breakdown.
Well, after that we went to a calmer place: Walgreen’s. My mom needed to pick up my ulcer medicine and something of hers. I meandered as she did such. In the end they screwed up my stuff again. She had to pay for it. She was very annoying. Later that night she said she suffered from “Walgreen’s PTSD”.
Well, we were both thirsty by then, so we stopped for drinks. We then headed to a different store that is only partially fabrics. She went in there to get the item she forgot and I rested in the car as I drank a strawberry smoothie. When that was done, we went home by five.
I settled myself on the outside porch and sang while swinging. Yeah, we have a bench swing. when I was very little I had a tendency to sing while swinging on a swing set during recess at school. I found it very relaxing and still do. I cannot sing that well anymore. I think it is due to my dry throat and who knows what else. Still, it is soothing. Fifteen to thirty minutes may have passed. After that I went into my room and my mom had gone to the gym.
She returned and we settled down to watch TV. Dad brought home some Chinese and I was very happy. I was craving fried rice since Thursday. The night ended as usual after that. I stayed up longer than usual though. I was fiddling with one of my pictures. I finished it earlier this month, but went back to it. I like it more now.
Sunday was pretty much the same. I did sleep ten minutes past the time my dad woke me up to eat my first meal of the day, but it was okay since I did take my Nexium on time. I eventually fell back to sleep sometime later and woke once more around twelve. I spent my day mainly in my room, left to eat lunch and do a few chores. Though yeah, mainly I was just in my room.
Around five thirty I meandered out due to hunger. By six, dinner was ready. I was grateful. I had garlic mash potatoes since I can’t have lasagna. Man, I miss tomato sauces. Sigh. After that the night went on as usual.
While Mom and I got ready to retreat to our rooms for the night, I saw how ratty her dog looked. Yeah, he was given a bath that afternoon, but it dried terribly. I grabbed a brush and began working on it. I managed to tame one side of his body down and my mom got in a few brushes before I mentioned she should go to bed.
I stayed and worked on him longer. I am not a dog person, but I don’t hate dogs. It must have been pretty strange for him to have me “pampering” him. I found it pretty odd myself. Ah, my issues with certain “untidy” things. He looked like a mess, I had to fix it. Heh.
By 9:30 I decided to quit. Now I am here finishing this. Next month I have the “haircut expedition” coming up on the 8th and a doctor’s appointment on the 19th.