What's Up with Me

Stephen tells me that you folks have been wondering what has happened to me since last I was here. Well, the short answer is “Life.” More immediately, I’ve been struggling with gallstones. I’d been having what I thought were Gerd attacks, but what I now believe to be gall stone attacks. During the most severe ones, the pain will get so bad that I’ll black out. This has happened to me three times. Once I had a sandwich, and had a bad attack. I gave up eating raw onions after that, believing it to be a GERD attack. The other two times, it resulted in a broken ankle, 2 years ago my left, this last time my right ankle. I’m kind of angry at the surgery scheduling department because if they’d scheduled me in a timely way, I might not have had the attack that led to my broken ankle. When I called the number I was given, I couldn’t even leave a message in Jennifer McCleary’s box because it was full. I’m so angry right now that I’m going to see what I can do to get her at least reprimanded for neglect. And I’m naming names. So if anyone reading this knows her tell her she’s been neglecting her job.

In other news, I’m working on a story at the behest of my psychotherapist. I started on it about 3 years ago, but didn’t get started on it then. When my therapist expressed an interest in it, I decided to go ahead and do it. Right now I’m doing background notes.to set up the story & the characters.

The cats have been a great comfort. They always know when one or the other of us is ailing, and will come and try to comfort us. Well, turn about is fair play, because when the twins, Dr. Livingston, and Pyewacket were spayed, I comforted them when they gpt home from being picked up. Oh, sure, we laughed at them when they were wobbly, but I comforted them too. This consisted of holding them, scratching or stroking them, and saying nonsense things to them in a tender voice. It doesn’t matter what you say, because they can’t understand Human anyway. The important part is the tone of voice you say it in. It should be a soothing tone.

The Renaissance events to which I have gone have been very interesting. At the most recent one, the 19th and 20th of June, There was a wedding of a couple of friends of mine. Queen is out and about. There came a man wearing the flag of a foreign land. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. For some reason, HRH finds this to be offensive to his sight, and so it is a drubable offense. I became quite imperious, and said,

“Arrest that man!” One of the MacDonalds caught up to him, and brought him into court.”

“You, sirrah, are wearing the colors of a foreign land. The penalty for this is drubbing.”
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I grabbed the water pitcher at my right hand, descended the dais, and had the man kneel. I then poured water over his head, not touching the offensive shirt at all. Then I gave him a pardon, and a favor. When HRH and HRM returned, I told them both that I had done a drubbing, and they were both delighted for me. HRH was especially delighted. I told him,

“If it please Your Highness, I’ve tasted power and I want more. Oooooh, but that was fun!”

HRH and HRM both chortled and said, “We hope you get to do more.”. .

After that event, I spent a week house-sitting and forging a bond with a funny little dog who acts like a cat except that she comes when called, which no cat will ever do. .I came home, and started in on my story. All was proceeding well until July 4th , when I had that fateful gallstone attack. I finally heard from Jennifer today, so I’m a little mollified, but not completely. Now that I’m resigned to losing it, I want to get it done and over with. But I suppose that August is soon enough, given that I just had surgery less than 2 weeks ago. I was conscious, but surgery is surgery, and not to be undertaken lightly.

We’re planning on doing a post for one of our groups here (Grove of Ogham) and then going to MySpace. We’re hoping you’ll follow us there.