rambling rosie bird

lying in the womb.
i have a soft mattress, clean cotton, a comfy blanky that I shrug on and off like a light switch.  i have a soothing fan overhead......the sound and the movement comfort too.
kitties that flank me as i burrow into this quiet lovely coccoon.
i flip from side to side seeking a better place.  i wonder how long the pain will last.  i flit from channel to channel.........nothing holds me in place.  i exercise my remote control fingers ten more reps and fall asleep.  again.  again & again & again.
i think i have the pattern down.  i can't figure things out.  i'm not trying to do much so the simplicity of this plan seems to serve fairly well.
when i get up........really up.  not just a trip to the human litter box, but up up.........i managed to shower without using the shower chair.  standing was such a novelty that my wonky body seemed to revel in this ---- eureka i did it all by myself. 
leaving the womb and being able to stand so quickly is pretty amazing.  a baby typically needs a year or better to do this.  so i felt some happiness seep in.  shampoo smells sweet, being zestfully clean........running my tongue over freshly brushed teeth..........using baby powder after..........all well spent spoons.  i put a summer gown with a pink summer robe on and then came into the kitchen.
peeeuuuuuuu.  whoa.  call two guys and a truck.  time to move.  evacuate, vacate.  leave stat.  find the emergency exit, duck and take cover.  hold the nose closed.  get out now. i stood in the garage long enough to get some fresh air and a litter bag.  grabbed my gloves like any good hazardous waste expert would and went back in.
wow, kitty litter is pungent.  got it all handled in good time.  let's leave that memory behind quickly.  sometimes brain fog is a blessing cause i can forget about that moment FAST. try to chuckle when ya can folks.........ohhhh, i got coupons from the Glade people.  my smell good stuff didn't work, so I called them up and they replaced the product that failed.  ain't that nice!!!  so i have two coupons for $6 worth of smell goodness product coming soon.
the plan is to go to the dr, store and med drive through window on mon.  kenisha called me today, i was asleep, so when i called back to say i want and need to come.  i need prescriptions and maybe she can inject me with some kind of magic potion to make me think i feel better.  i could live on a pipe dream shot for a day or two.  i wouldn't mind at all.  it would be a nice change. 
ok, ok i'm sort of kidding, but after being sick for 15 years, 8 months and what day is this.........it seems like a little magic potion wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen.  i've guinea pigged enough meds that ignited migraines, vomiting, diarrhea, regular headaches, cramping, hives, slurred speech, vision changes, depression.............there's more, but that seems pretty good for a foghead to list.  small star, small grin.
i talked to their oncall service and said i want and need to go but cannot confirm until Mon AM.  If they need to cancel or reschedule me based on that answer then please have them call me back today.  They didn't.  So I guess we'll see. 
I am washing a blanket, I have the dish washer running.  I watered the plants and took care of the kitty kitties.  I feel positively proud of doing all these things one right after the other.  Yes, it does feel good to sit, in particular to be sitting up. 
I haven't resolved the issue with AT&T.  Sigh, that is going to be a battle I think, since I have now spoken with 3 reps that have all promised calls from supervisors and to date not one rep has called me back.  Maybe God is giving me more time to recup and rebuild my strength?  Cause he's trying to let me recharge from all the tears earlier in the week.
There have been some more high jinks with the BIL, the one who left my sister Carol.  He is being a ratfink.  I decided to block him from e-mailing me further.  Sometimes when drama comes at us, there is this stupid desire to be drawn into chaos, but I don't want to be drawn, pulled, yanked or grabbed. 
I got a msg from somebody claiming that I had met them more than 30 years ago in my sister's living room.......wanting to know how my sister is doing.  Says he heard from her husband that she was in an accident a while back...........he leaves his name and phone number.  Hmmmm.  I look him up on the internet.  His phone number is based in South Dakota, he says he lives in TX, his name on facebook is not the same name as his actual name.  So I keep digging.  He also reached out recently to another one of my nieces.  I think this is another ploy by my BIL, I think he is the guy behind this "fake persona."  I told her not to give this guy any info on her Mom.
I figure that it is my BIL's page and the rest is a buddy repping him hoping I will fall for the sudden concern and some general flattery..........he remembers how "beautiful and fine" I was blah, blah, blah.  ICKKKKKKKKKKKKK.  I don't believe in coincidence.  I think that the BIL will do just about anything to get at my sister so he can harass her.  My other sister said to wait a few more days before shutting my FB page down.........to see if he backs off.  I feel so uncomfortable..........I don't want my kids to think I've gone off the deep end by not being on their medium of choice..........but in all sincerity FB  upsets me more than it helps my life.  So I don't think I would really miss the hassle.  And sigh, I have to admit I did get drawn in to some of this .......I checked my BIL's info out, he is back with someone he used to be married to.  So he was wooing her via phone/computer from his and my sister's marital home in AZ........to transition right into her home here in GA.  Talk about an operator. 
And that's a lot of crazy gossipy junk for somebody that didn't leave the womb until 6 pm today.  This little reporter needs to figure out some sustenance and then chill out.  The sunshine is soft........it's 90 outside at 6:58 pm Friday.  la la la la la