Another Monday....

Well, Daddy got home from the hospital yesterday afternoon. Seems all the tests he needs now can be out patient tests (stress test, etc) so we will be making an appointment for this week or next. He's scheduled to go to see the family doctor tomorrow anyway, so I guess we can do it all then. They gave him some Really Good Stuff to sleep in the hospital, and something to protect his kidney's from all the diuretics. Whatever they gave him, I hope he never gets again! What an annoying bastard he's been. Nothing is right, he fusses about everything. He's yelling at me for trying to get some organization to a shelf in the pantry, which I'm doing because I'm very bored. He's bored too, so he picks. Today Mom told him he needs a haircut, so we went. When you're riding with my parents, it's best to take the route they tell you too because 'We always go this way.' I had taken a turn that they never take when Mom and I went to the store the other day and she's amazed that we could go that way. So when we went to the barber today, we went that way. Daddy about had another stroke. That was the wrong way to go, it took longer, you couldn't turn into the shopping center, blah, blah, blah. When we did get there, he decided he wasn't waiting in the barbershop if there was a crowd. 'I've never waited in a barbershop and I never will!' I don't know where that came from.

He needs something to occupy his mind, he's bored and can't really walk that well and doesn't have the stamina he wants to have. I got him a book from the library, but he has yet to open it. He doesn't do crossword puzzles, or word search puzzles. Maybe we could start doing them together, as a group. Oh God, another arguement.

My Sanity
Don't have any. Looking seriously at my Mom's Zanex. I'm not sure where I get this patience from, could have something to do with the White Russians I manage to drink after they go to bed. Today, it took me almost an hour and a half to get them out the door for Daddy's haircut. Mom has to look for anything and everything (her purse, the keys, the cat food(?) whatever), she always has to pee before we leave (they don't have clean bathrooms!), but today she also had to comb Daddy's hair the way he always wears it so they would cut it right. In the meantime, I had taken a shower and was trying to cool off from that, so I couldn't stay in the back room with them as I was about to die of heat stroke. I had to go into the room I'm staying in and stand in front of the fan. So they lost track of what they were doing. Just as I got them out the door to lock it behind them, the phone rang. It was my dear sister, so I told her we'd call her back, it's taken me long enough to get this far. Always a 3-ring circus!

Katrina, the Traitor Cat
Yes, Miss K is a turncoat. She now follows my mom around the house, and sleeps with her. I woke up Sunday morning and watched the cat follow my mom from the bathroom to the bedroom and back several times. She won't even jump on my bed and cuddle with me anymore. Remy sleeps in a little bundle of no fur between my ankles, and April sleeps next to the wall on the bed, so there's really no room for Miss K. She's found the Big Bed. She slept on Daddy's feet Wednesday night. That little slut!

More to come...
As things happen, I'll be posting. Thanks for taking the time to read. You're opinions are welcome but if you have to start calling me names, don't bother, I won't read them. As my Dad says 'Opinions are like a**holes, everyone has one.'