Saw Doc Marvin yesterday and I am sick, lung rot is still there although down to budgie whistling level when I breath not the entire aviary I could hear two weeks ago. I'll be out today for scripts and maybe it will clear it up for good. I didn't look too good, forgot to comb my hair but did hairspray it, Bobo the clown, think about it.
As for the blood pressure, he wouldn't tell me what it was but I know it's high.
When I get swish swish boom boom in my ear drums I know it's high.
My mental state is still hovering on the red line to full break down. His advice was to stop, just stop. Leave Mother to him, forget sister, forget Centrelink and definitely forget the Home for at least a week or more if I can get away with it.
The idea is rest even if I do sit in the chair and an hour goes by without me knowing it. I do ring her twice a day that's enough. I'm really tired of going down there even though I'm rushed by everyone when I do turn up, something to do with raucous laughter and the place having life for a couple of hours.
I know when I really need help. Yesterday I wanted baked beans and crisp bacon for breakfast so I zapped the beans in the micro wave. Cut off the fat and rind for the magpies and mixed it with odds and ends from the fridge and seed.
Sizzled the bacon on with the beans and whole grain toast all the time thinking about what I had to do including feeding the cat. Wandered out and feed the Maggie family, feed cat on the way to my breakfast, just in time for my Lady Grey tea to add to enjoyment. Yes the enjoyment, a bowl of birdseed and bacon rinds while the feathered mongrels chortled and fought over baked beans and crisp bacon. I almost cried. An egg on toast and another pot of Lady Grey unfortunately brain was still not in gear and I missed the pan and splonk on the floor. Best way to clean up splonked egg is to cover it with salt and let dry then scoop it up. Back to toast with Lady Grey.
Sister is now going to Qld after Easter and Commonwealth Games. She is practicing hard to become a member of the Northern Bogan Tribes. Shopping last week and the wheel came off her jeepy thing and she had a full load so nipped into the nearest shop and bought a new one, transferred the load and then hid the broken one in the bushes. There is an op shop in Mentone and she could have dropped it in there. I just shut up.
I'm expecting two parcels then I'm off to Southland for scripts and a quick visit to Mother. I'll take her cake, that always shuts her up and I've bought her a lovely brooch for Mother's Day. Long way off but if I don't do it now, I'll be wrapping a brick instead.
So shop today, do one heavy thing tomorrow then nothing except wash the dishes or finish the drafts I have half completed that is I've saved the photos but can't find the notes. I might even get to those Christmas in July presents. See that's how you rest, just think about what to do and go to sleep in the chair.
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Perhaps your rest would be better if you came all the way to Adelaide. My couch isn't big enough for you, I know you're tall, and even I can't lie on it without my legs dangling over the end, but I could put clean sheets on the (single) bed for you. Thing is, there's no bacon or eggs in my house since they're currently on my no-no list, so you'd have to breakfast on porridge with cinnamon and brown sugar.
Don't worry about Bear, we'll hitch him to a tree in the garden and throw him a few scraps every day.
Dr Marvin sounds like a real treasure telling you to just stop everything and rest and I truly wish that you would, Mother and the rest of the Home will be fine, they'll survive to greet you with cheers and open arms should you ever decide to go back again. You might decide you enjoy resting more.
I really, really hope you can rest. You have been running on empty for way too long now.
Take the wonderful Dr Marvin's advice. Please.
Just this once, do as the doctor orders. Shamans used to do their soothsaying, reading entrails: it appears you've got the gift as it applies to a bowl of beans and bacon. Enough is just that, enough. (And try a ripe avocado on whole grain toast! Verry nice with Lady Grey tea!)
River, so much for rest, phone call from sister who is yelling about solicitors and the Ombudsman if they don't email to me the original contract. I don't know what her problem is, she even offered to catch a bus and collect it but I was going anyway.
She does the yelling, I get to do the work, idiot woman. I hate porridge but force it down in winter. My eggs have so much protein I couldn't do without them and I buy 2 rashers of bacon a fortnight. I looked so bad when I did make it to the Home, mother swore, "shit, you look terrible" and the carers had never heard her swear.
El Chi, just taken delivery of 3 books, the latest Ellie Griffiths and found a new detective, part time archeologist with a friend who is a real one, looks promising, it's by Kate Ellis. And I'm going to re-read the Hanging Tree to see if I was hasty in judging it crappy.
Beth, I really have to force an avocado, like porridge only it's a summer hate.
I don't really like baked beans either but the Diabetes book says they're good. I also hate the Diabetes book, they keep changing the rules so I've gone back to eating what makes me feel good. A bowl of warmed tomotoes, chopped basil, grated mozzarella and hot linguini with a few black olives. A good trick is to sprinkle everything with organic oat bran, great for the entrails.
You still haven't sent me your nudie pics. When you get the time... chairs can be interesting props. I think life is too short to cut off and forgo the pleasure of bacon fat, no matter the hungry maggies. If you are fast moving, an egg splonked on the floor can be rescued and still eaten, as long as it is within the 3 second rule, which can be extended depending on personal judgement.
I like your last simple recipe. I recommend a desert spoon of psyllium husks sprinkled on your breakfast cereal to keep that within your entrails moving nicely along.
Andrew, you haven't seen my kitchen. The 3 second rule applies the moment anything leaves the fingers let alone hits the floor.
As for the salt on dropped eggs, I gave that tip to a young girl serving me today and she'd never heard of it but she won't forget it.
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