Dear diary,
Dad and I are waiting in the room with other humanz for any updates for procedures. There’s the elderly volunteer with a withered right hand sitting at her desk and behind her is the HUGE monitor displaying the patient status. We also had breakfast downstairs and I’m bored as my assignment as care giver isn’t over yet.
I had to cancel today’s nine o’clock dental consultation for my night guard(s) because I may need a new one but that’s gonna be outta pocket. The harder or stiffer of the two night guards is hurting the behind gum area of my two upper front teeth. The dentist felt my right jaw cracking, popping, and snapping.
I’m typing at an odd angle with my laptop on my lap while charging my laptop which is currently at 29 percent. I don’t know how batteries can discharge so soon. If smartphones and laptops have to be constantly charging, how much more electrical vehicles and the potential of lithium-ion batteries exploding? Think humnaz! Think well!
This laptop feels like sliding off my lap going downward and I had to place my computer screen monitor into dim mode so that Dad and his blurry eyeballs (thanks in part to the one power range of 20/20 for both ocular implants) cannot see my typing.
This is how we spent the Fourth of July last year – in the hospital. And so we are doing the same thing at this hospital – sitting and waiting; while the parakeets are at home locked up in their cages. Mister Mel is still in his separate senior cage attached to the larger cage of two baby parakeets and attached with two millet seed spray clips.
My eyeballs are now closed and I’d be peeping to see if I’m typing my words pretty good with my eye closed as Mom had called us five times, starting at around four o’clock this morning until six o’clock. We hurried and arrived at seven o’clock and she was wheeled half an hour later.
Last night, Father Mark gave us communion and anointed Mom with sweet-smelling rosy oil upon her forehead. She has been crying and saddened during her stay in the hospital and this is probably due to the common symptoms of Valium, a controlled substance for her muscle spasms, anxiety, and most especially her PAIN in the neck.
OMG! I’m so sleepy as Dad reads a magazine in silence. I’m NOT a talkative person but my bloodline tends to mumble under our breath and most ly outta frustration for NOT being heard and acknowledge, and the superior feeling of wanting to be on top of everyone else. Such egos are hard.
Whatever happens, I do NOT know or understand if I ever did sign up for this gig. We are all hopefull for positive outcomes. But I’m too tired and numb to have any more comments. The feeling is similar to being used to working at a gig for so long it’s comes naturally – just another day or night, plowing through the nitty gitty of being human.
Sheesh,
Flynn B-sleepy
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