Better all the time, except for a few bad days.
In my hospital stay, I would have killed for internet access - and a way to sit in front of the keyboard. As it was, I had a phone card and address book. Not that, ahem, everyone I called thought I was very funny at midnight. Fortunately, I was so doped up, I don't really remember their reactions.
I had no interest in computing, or even talking. But you were there far longer than I. I probably would have gotten restless too.
Glad to hear you're doing well. A few bad days can be dealt with.
So, how's your day been, Roberta?
Feeling a bit improved?
The trouble with incremental progress is that it happens very slowly.
Indeed, Noddy. <sigh>
I was hoping that Roberta might be online, to say g'day to her. But I guess she must be sleeping, still. Which is
good! Sleep away, Roberta!
Went to sleep early by my standards; it was dark out. Got about five hours. Feeling a bit better. You can apply what Noddy said about incremental improvement.
Physically sore but not very sore.
Mentally less fuzzy (I think).
Boida, did you crack yourself up when you told Region that he brought a "tear to your eye and a lump to your throat?"
And before you ask, of course I have too much time on my hands, but your posts tend to provide interesting reading.
No, Diane, wrong day. Not especially amusing. Keep looking. Honest, you'll find it.
Another hint. It appears in a thread I started (not this one).
How's by you, today?
Roberta wrote:plantress wrote:I loved kick the can. We used an old coffee can and took off the label. It would sit in the center of 2 house's shared driveways thus giving us 2 front, back and side yards to hide in.
Never played kick the can. I'm on the board of the ASPCC.
We should set up a charity to help fund the prevention of such cruelty to Kickycan.
My appetitie returned. Didn't recognize it at first. But then it came back to me in a flash. Hunger!
Ordered in from the Choiping Chicken (Beth knows the Choiping Chicken). Got a half a chicken and some sides. Ten bucks worth of food I'll be able to spread out over three days.
Delish chicken.
Now I've got the hobbles. (Can't run.) And this too shall pass.
Roberta wrote:My appetitie returned. Didn't recognize it at first. But then it came back to me in a flash. Hunger!
Ordered in from the Choiping Chicken (Beth knows the Choiping Chicken). Got a half a chicken and some sides. Ten bucks worth of food I'll be able to spread out over three days.
Delish chicken.
Now I've got the hobbles. (Can't run.) And this too shall pass.
hehehe.
In Oz, they also used to be called "the trots".
That's because we used to have a lot of outdoor dunnies....and the trots was short for "the back door trots".
But hobbles works....
dlowan wrote:
hehehe.
In Oz, they also used to be called "the trots".
That's because we used to have a lot of outdoor dunnies....and the trots was short for "the back door trots".
But hobbles works....
Ya learn something everyday.
I thought it was something to do with communism... Trotsky and all that.
Call it the trots here too in the good old US of A. Can't trot either.
Out here in the olde west we call "trots" the Hersey squirts.
That's so poetic!
G'day, Roberta!
How's it going today?
Just in time to say goodnight. WAY past my bed time!
The olde west certainly has a way with words.
G'night msolga. Sleep well.
We always said "back door trots"
