Day by Day ... I Fear Tuesday ... August 16, 2011 Frightens Me
Purple harness: Femme Pois
Giant orange and white shaggy beast: Zweite Ein, or plain Ein...
My health is bad and worrisome. But the love from my pets is good and sometimes it does feel worth the struggle. There's a little good underneath all the bad. Truly.
And I've gotten enough Sondheim DVDs with the super sale I posted about the other day (YAY!!!) to keep me entertained as there are several I have yet to see. Netflix finally received my missing DVD so today I received both "A Little Night Music" and the second DVD for "Rebecca." Now I want to see "A Little Night Music" done on stage. The music's just wonderful and I love the story. Want to see Ingmar Bergman's movie that started the whole procession.
Also indulged in various styles of music by splurging on Amazon's monthly $5 mp3 CDs as August is chock full of excellent options. So what did attract my attention enough to get me to open the wallet? Double best of Pavarotti. New Judy Collins. Brian Eno. Danger Mouse Spaghetti Western concept album. And a new album of Moby that had great reviews calling it to my attention. $5 each with high quality and no DRM. Well worth it for the relaxing nature of my indulgence.
Plus I enjoy sharing my music with friends and these all can help me indulge in my odd mixes made for entertaining my friends and family. To try and pretend none of this is happening. Needing help is a horrible plight to be in day in and day out. None of us want to be trapped in such a state, no matter if people who should know better say they wish they were sick and/or disabled so they could "lie around and have everybody doing things for me so I don't have to."
Yes, an alleged caregiver, a self proclaimed caregiver who said that to my face. Also driving me In my car to a doctor appointment only to start a fight and tell me how she killed her brother in an automobile accident. Me, with fucking highly earned PTSD, got to hear enough in that car drive to recognize this girl is pure psychotic high maintenance with a huge melodrama quotient. Never again.
And on that note, with the knowledge there are a crazy amount of empty boxes in Michael's room that need breaking down or transport into the storage space, I should end my babbling. Other than clearing those out I believe I've done most of my listed chores that I can do. The nausea and sharp pain have me pretty wrapped up and I know I have to stop since I've nobody to help me and I fear imminent collapse due to my not listening to the tortured screams my inner self only gets to hear as short sharp shrieks in reaction to most any movements.
The pets are all in here with me, but Precious Petahl isn't taking to Lolita and ignores any attempts to call her. I've broken out the treats for her training as she needs a little extra incentive to learn.
