She must have known I blogged about how bad she was by eating tissues because on Thursday Fame shown.
I threw of my bed covers that morning. Well, as much as I can throw anything.
Until it hit the floor, I didn’t know my remote was on it. I didn’t ask Fame to get it because I am sure it was under my chair or bed. I was going to ask my sister to get it when she helped me up.
Until somebody started poking their snout on the bed. With the remote. What a dog.
Surprisingly enough, I found a benefit to not being able to speak clearly.
Normally, it’s bad, like when I had too find my brother-in-law to explain to 911 that my call was an error. I tried telling them, but he operator could not understand me.
But during my cold, I found one.
Mom had to call the vet to ask if Fame, my highly trained service dog, would be all right after eating my day’s worth of dirty tissues.
She has eaten tissues in the past but just one or two when she has been alone. Not 10-20 when I am washing my hands.
She was fine, just a bad dog.
I wore socks to bed last Saturday night.
I was trying to think ahead because I had, and still. Have, a cold.
On the one hand, tests suggest it is just a cold. On the negative side, as my first cold in years, I pretty sure it will kill me.
The socks were because I was coughing, which causes my knees to jump toward my chest, which causes my blanket to fly off my feet.
But my feet got hot.
I was using the lift to sit up and take the socks off, and it nearly worked, but I hit the down but on the lift accidentally, which caused the supports that hold the body to loosen and my right side to fall out of the lift. Fortunately, my back hit my chair so I stayed on the bed.
No problem, I thought, my watch is in easy reach. I’ll just call my sister. But my watch was acting up.
Somehow, it called Mom, which took me a while to figure out. Then I had her call my sister who rescued me and took my socks off.
