Cap'n Chaos and I had our 30th wedding anniversary.
He surprised me with flowers and pizza.
The flowers were all shades of pretty pinkness.
Pizza is my favorite food, and his least favorite.
Warm fuzzies were being felt...
Until I asked him if he was ready for another thirty.
His response?
And I quote...
"It's too late to trade you in now. It's cheaper to keep you."
THUD.
Now I know why Sweetums calls her Papa the most unromantic person she's ever known.
SIGH.
Sweetums needs an MRI.
Attempt #1 - The neurologist prescribed a lil pill to help Sweetums relax. She flat out refused to take said pill. Determined to do the test on faith and courage. Everything was going well. IV was in (She hates needles.)... Ear plugs were in... Headphones were on... MRI machine started first round of vibrations...George Strait began crooning... SCREECH! Legs and arms began to flail, and Sweetums is howling, "I can't do this! I can't do this!"...
So, she didn't.
Cap'n Chaos is not amused.
Attempt #2 - Smaller hospital. Phew! Coerced Sweetums to take the lil relaxer pill. Pill has opposite effect. Sweetums is hyper, and, apparently, has gained the strength of a dozen men. She takes one look at the MRI machine and begins to ROAR in a voice that even I had never heard before, "I told you that I am not doing this!"
So, she didn't.
The look of sheer terror on the technician's face was priceless. SNORT.
Cap'n Chaos is even less amused.
Attempt #3 - Takes place this Friday. Under sedation. EEP. The heart specialist said everything should be just fine.This morning, I told Sweetums she would just have to put on her big girl panties and deal with it. She asked me if it mattered what color they were...
BWAHAHA.
I am amused.
SIGH.
I am still "still here".
I am grumpy.
I am too full of thoughts.
They are banging around in my brain.
Jumbling together.
Tying in ugly knots.
Tripping over themselves...
Helpless...
Hopeless...
Looking for an exit...
They seem to be locked up tight.
Too tight perhaps.
I need to find the key.
Patience for myself?
NOT one of my strong suits.
RAWR.
