Here are my boring notes:
1432. At 1430, Paw and I were waiting to pick up Maw’s $50 (co-payment) anti-inflammatory/pain EC pills. We were trying to wait inside the HOT MB E430 after signing up for the text messaging service at CVS. But we waited inside the cooler indoors and got called faster than the text messaging service. People are better than technology in this particular example.
0208. Since mopping the wooden floor Wednesday, Maw hurt her right pectoral. The pain was so severe she had to take her “codone”, which made her sick. But the “pem” pill helped her sleep better at/on Wednesday night/Thursday morning. The arthritis pill (Tylenol 625mg) helped with pain management.
At 01:15PM, the orthopedic doctor/surgeon saw Maw. He was VERY attentive and knew what he was doing. I sensed that using my few/soft-spoken/objective words – tear, fracture, cortisol injection – would help. And it did. He sent us off and he looked directly at me with his squinty eyes. He wore dark blue, crispy shirt, matching my blue pants; while Maw’s beige shirt/pants matched the nice/soft wooden panels of the place. Paw and I sensed that he might be one of the doctors serving the professional athletes in our area because we would see large guys visit.
0147. We left Auntie Norma’s home at 09:35 after we dropped off bags of fruits (pears) and vegetables (eggplants, tomato and chili peppers (banana and Serrano). Norma tends to give meaning to everything and gossps about everything. She wouldn’t stop rambling incoherently like Unclea Dead when we brought of Chingster’s name. Uncle OG was being rude and mysteriously silent. He was going to have his left/infected tooth removed that day at 10:00 AM (Kaiser). Auntie Maldeath was being more behaved and she didn’t show her hyper/rambling/loose-lipped psychotic episodes. Unfortunately, Maldeath’s hug of goodbye was fucking FAKE! Her arms were hanging down on both sides, weak and unmoving, just like Auntie-in-law Glogre. Norma had normal hugging.
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