I'm preparing to take a prescription strength ibuprofen. As the day has worn on, my previously-believed-to-be-healing toe has hurt progressively worse. What is the damn deal anyway?!
Now, my entire foot has decided to join the party. I guess I should be thankful that the headache I had earlier has stopped. Maybe the pain is a result from all the money I parted with since yesterday, and am contemplating bidding a bon voyage tomorrow.
Yesterday, I bought the ceiling tiles for the Michelangelo Project and paid the homeowners' insurance. (Waving goodbye to the paycheck I just got, and then some.) Lowe's is advertising some tile that, at least in the ad, looks like a good color for the bathroom. Not bad for a $31 investment. And, I have a discount card for Home Depot that expires tomorrow. What to buy, what to buy ... there's still so much sh*t we need, I don't know where to start.
I made beds and am now in charge of the creatures, both of whom are behaving for the moment, But wait 5 minutes. It's apt to change.
I'm watching a movie that I was perfectly prepared to change the channel on, but then Colin Firth appeared. Oh, don't tell me that this chick is going to break his heart. Colin, I wouldn't break your heart. (What is it about those Brits? D*mn.)
I had hoped that the mother was doing better, but now I'm not sure. I at least got her to go in her bed and vacate the sofa so that I don't have to tiptoe through the rest of the house. (One of the pitfalls of a small house and of a 1940s layout.)
I keep checking on her every little while, but I won't lie. We could very well end up at the hospital tonight. I'm praying not. I covered her up about 40 minutes ago so I'll need to check again soon. Cross your fingers ...