Yes, this is a bad, bad start, my 3 toes are extremely discolored but I can walk in bedroom slippers. I am not going to big Voight shindig tonight in slippers; will walk on my hands if I have to -- I am going.
My right hand knuckles are very bruised so making a fist, typing, trying to wring out the hot compresses for my eyes, I have to learn to be a contortionist and a water wiper as the floor and cabinets, table, my clothes, get soaked. I'll work this out too.
Ev will call Verizon after his breakfast and I hope they can walk him thru how to get me to contact thru wireless. Ron will be working from home most of the day and may be helpful with that.
I was up 21 straight hours from Sun. 1 a.m. EDT to 10 P.M. PDT yesterday. I managed to sleep 2 hours and tossed another as moving my hand, even my foot under the comforter, was painful. By tomorrow, I expect better things.
After I was able to plug in my computer into the phone line, Ron for some reason, was unable to use hers at all last evening. We unplugged everything of mine and she still couldn't connect with Warners. This a.m. I found a stick-um note on my computer 'Mom. OK to plug yours in (I got on line) Hope you really slept. Love you!' What a doll.
I have written my first DAILY poem to them that I do every visit. I stick it to their coffee cups that I have ready for when they come in the kitchen.
I read it aloud and we always laugh. Most are longer than this one done by an aching old lady.
I'm here,
I'm a wreck,
Expect to be
A pain in your neck.
But the butter is out.
Please don't pout.
I'll try to be good
Like a Super Mom should.
Love, Ma
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