Ahhh, Sunday

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I actually slept in for a change. I guess I really needed it. Petey was on my chest staring me in the eyes as if to say "Are you still in there?" He's such a sweetheart. I gave him his breakfast of canned cat food and then started my morning chores. The thought hit me, my nurse PA put me on the substance abuser list without a fair trial. In California the computer system links the pharmacies with the doctor's offices so they can see what is prescribed when and where. So if I was getting narcotic medication prescribed several times a month it would show up on the computer and I wouldn't be able to get the prescription filled. She not only called me a substance abuser, but she also called me a liar. Interesting, very interesting. I finished my chores in the bedroom and went into the hall leading to the living room. Freya has a new sleeping place. I put a clear storage bin by my pantry door, the lid is in the storage cupboard in my carport. Anyhow she is now sleeping in the clear storage bin (it's about 2 foot by 3 feet in size so she has plenty of room to stretch out and since there is no lid I don't have to worry about her getting stuck or suffocating.). I gave her her breakfast of canned cat food and checked the temperature. It was 9 a.m. and already 82 degrees. It's going to hit over 100 degrees for sure. I checked the temperature on my weather on the phone and it was over 100 degrees today. I stayed close to the fans, I can't afford to run the air conditioner for sure. I sorted bears and then started jointing and stuffing them. It's a bit hard when you're hot, and hurting and depressed. I don't feel comfortable calling my pain clinic because the nurse PA (I refer to her as "the nurse P.I.A.) will accuse me of trying to get more medication for the pain. Hang the old lady before the trial, it saves money that way. I am going to fire the pain clinic, along with my primary care physician. I am tired of attitude. I love getting told by the pain nurse that I can take one pill in the morning and in between take Tylenol. If the pain gets really bad I can take half my evening pill and save the other half for bed. Then the Primary Care doctor tells me that I need to adjust to the pain because I am old. I wish I could be around when those two get old...I can point at them and tell them to "adjust to it". Oh well, just venting helped. I plan when I dump the pain nurse to have a bear ready with the letter firing her and the clinic. I am going to state that as well as sitting on my dead fanny I design and make teddy bears and am busily making a batch to donate to Loaves and Fishes for the children that won't get much for Christmas. I don't have time to cruise through medical shows looking for ailments or setting up appointments with doctors to get more pain medications, that she can take her attitude and superiority and stuff them where the sun doesn't shine...and it's the part that she sits on. Gee, that puts a big smile on my face! I will say that I had my adopted sister in hysterics when I told her about losing the cell phone and coming up with calling myself on the phone. It was very logical until I realized that my only phone is the cell phone that I couldn't find. Oh well, that goes with being a Space Cadet. I promised myself that tomorrow is going to be a much better day, and dog gone it I'm going to make sure it is! I hope all my myLot friends have a great Monday too!!!