CRABBY (our parents)

Dad had his appt. on Friday for his arm checkup.  Apparently when the doc promised 100% better he neglected to tell them that occasionally and for some unknown reason like 1 out of 200 the surgeries don't work and instead of 100% better, you are 100% worse.  No driving still.  Weight limit 4 lbs. No more PT.... Nuffin more can be done, but come back in 6 weeks just in case some miracle happens and the doc can witness it.   >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>GREATTTTTTTTTT.

THEN Dad and Mom got to meet the new pain management doctor.  Mom had visions of medication in her head for dad to help with anxiety, depression, and not sleeping.  GUESS WHAT was prescribed.........chocolate and sex.          Mom actually was imagining shoving a big ass chocolate candy bar down the pretend doc throat but it did not happen.  Apparently the doc wasn't like a REAL doc and she could NOT write out prescriptions so instead she gave DAD a cd to listen to of songs she made for him to help him relax, and some breathing exercise to practice, to breath through the pain.  NOW our mom knows these things can help a person, but not a person like our DAD.  He needs drugs THEN once he calms down, and the pain lessons, he will learn to breath and be nice again.  Not a good day on Friday.

Then Sat. it is 111 degrees outside.  We slept.

Trapped in the house with piper and the kittens, and dad being all anxious cos Gussie plays rough with Henri and Dad has made himself their new guardian.  So Mom is calming Dad down, Gussie down, and who ever the hell walks into the door.

But Dad I am just watching them.

Sunday the grandboy came down and helped mom put together their new bed.  Mom shut the door to keep dad out cos she wanted a day of quiet, and peace to work on the bed, but dad somehow found his way into the room and decided to pick up the big empty boxes to take outside, guess what happened???? He lifted them up to high and hit the ceiling fan and it made this terrible noise of a dinosaur and it broke.  Dead.  Dead. Dead.  Yep Mom was imagining the fan and Dad in the river, just below our house, floating far far way...........down the river, emptying into the Mississippi River that goes all the way to the coast.  We think Dad would enjoy living on the coast with the seagulls and the sand don't you.  We think it will help his anxiety a lot.

Today Dad called mom and said a new kitten showed up on the back step.  Dad already knows the drill so he went over to the vet, got all the flea treatments, gave it all to the new kitten and put him back out on the porch until he is flea free.  Mom told him on the phone the next time a kitten shows up at our house Dad is to walk his happy ass hiney back over to Kevins house, knock on the door and hand the little sweet kitten back to his irresponsible owner.  Dad said he would NEXT TIME.

Your gonna send us where????????????????   Can you get that flashy beast out of our faces??????????


stella rose