Hannibal Lecter slept here

I do NOT look like this.

I woke up at 6:30 with my alarm Thursday morning and gave Fame her pre-breakfast pill. Then, because I was sure it was Saturday, I went back to sleep. This led to my sister having to wake me up (“Hannibal Lecter” as she described me to Mom because of my sleep mask). 

I heard my alarm Friday, and, determined to avoid a repeat of the day before, removed my mask and was about to begin preparing for the day. “Why am I so tired?” I wondered as my eyes strayed to my clock. Probably because it was 2:18 a.m., and the alarm must have  been a dream alert. I went back to sleep, without the mask.

I then woke up to my alarm again and got Fame’s pill out. She didn't come eagerly over to my bed to get it as she does on hearing the alarm. Probably because it was another dream alert.

On Saturday, it was all I could do not to get ready for the day ahead, sure it was a weekday.

Best game ever

 

My little family, as Mom calls my sister’s family, is big into hockey.

I wish I liked it more, but my eyes don’t work well enough to follow the puck.

I like going to my nephew’s and niece’s games because I like supporting them. There is little I wouldn’t do for them, even get blurry-eyed in a cold rink.

At my nephew’s game yesterday, I figured the best part would be Fame doing an up to watch the warmups. She was quite interested.

Shortly after the game started, though, the puck bounced into the corner right in front of where we were standing behind the glass. One of my nephew’s opponents skated in to retrieve it and was almost immediately smushed into the glass by someone on my nephew’s team. As the battled for the puck and the opponent took a few more checks, I realized the checkee was my sweet little nephew, who’s not so little.

It was great and hilarious. He scored in each of his other  weekend games, but this was better. I can’t follow goals, but I followed this scrum.

Oh, and I really was standing at the boards for the entire game.

Back in my good graces

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. 

Bad 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.

Stupid cold almost kills me

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.