Sunday...
Gave workshop at Confluence. Chair
control fell off. Stuck in bathroom (alone) for one hour. My PCA
has issues with Native American belief systems. I'm so not getting
involved in that conversation.
Monday...
Home. Sadly found wheelchair toilet as
we were leaving. Ate McDonald's. Chair need of repair.
Made appointment for Wednesday. Flea
bombed, bathed Richard in flea shampoo. Decide to keep Demi on.
Tuesday...
More flea bombs. I have mutant fleas
that don't die.
Wednesday...
Demi was ill. So I let her go home a
while, but made promise to be back at 7:00 to get me up. She never
came back. Missed chair appointment. I've decided I'm done with
her. It's just too much drama. She came back and said needed to go
to the ER, which is why she couldn't come get me up or even notify
me. Says that she has Lyme disease. I don't believe her. I told
her to bring over the ER paperwork. She didn't. Jen filling in
tonight.
Thursday...
Interviewed a new PCA and wrote on a
bunch of sites. Used flea powder. Made Richard a vet appointment.
Friday....
I must remember not to schedule vet and
chair appointments in the same day. The vet ran long, so I needed to
reschedule the chair call. They were not happy.
Saturday...
Really miserable, sore knee, broken
heart, missing cat (later found inside my house; God knows where he
was hiding). Pot's supposed ti be a good painkiller. I'm just
saying.
