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Well, I did get the alarm set right and got up after only hitting the snoozebar once. Got to work on time and worked. And that was OK. No, it was really more than OK, it was good. Most of my wonderful and esthetically pleasing female co-workers are giving me hugs every time that we meet, which I just love, of course. I'm sure that it knocks my productivity level down, but what the hell. I came home about 11:00, we ran out of patients again. Not that I mind, y'know. We got Karen up around noontime, Reta had made some ghoulash... besides being Karen's "guardian angel" she's an excellent cook... and an excellent shoulder for me to lean on, too. Karen is progressively getting weaker and getting upset about it. She wants to get better, of course, but she can just barely hold herself upright in bed to take her pills now, and is pretty unsteady on her feet when using the walker.. I had to go pick up a paper prescription from her cancer doc at the hospital and run it by Walgreens... that is such an archaic system, dammit. When I got back, the foo-foo girl (That's what she calls herself, seriously. She's a nurse's aide...) was here, and she gave Karen a shower and talked to her for quite a while. Very nice lady, like all of the hospice people are... I continue to be impressed. Fuck cancer. Just fuck it. And the UPS guy brought me a $21.99 10-watt amp that I'd gotten off e-Bay... the amp was $1.99, shipping $20, heh. I put it in the shop and brought But that littl amp sounds pretty good, especially for the price. Karen went to bed after her shower, and wanted me to give her the evening and night pills together... one is due at 18:00, the other set due at 20:00... so I gave them all to her at 19:00. She was still awake then, just couldn't get her mind to quieten down any. I know that feeling well, of course, but with her natural propensity towards sleeping (any time, any place) and the heavy-duty drugs that she's taking, I'm surprised. A good friend of mine at the cancer center came around the desk and gave me a hug to give to Karen when I went to pick up the scripts... I just can't hold back the tears when someone does that, and I love it anyway, dammit. Man, I'm tired, I think that I'll sleep well tonight.... Fuck cancer. Just fuck it.
emotions strike intellect;
confusion results.
my old Peavey T-60 out... I haven't played that beast in a long time, and I need to replace the strings with flat-wounds... it's got unplayed strings on it now, but it sounds best with flats.