But after his procedure, it seems that the Spinal Tap has gone the way of the Tooth Fairy and other myths. My entire life, those very words have been uttered as a curse...worse than labor...worse than anything you can think of. But as it turned out, he didn't feel a thing really. Not at the time. Today and yesterday have been more of a caution for him. After the test they kept him lying flat for an hour and then he was to go home and emulate that as much as possible for the day. Today he says it's hard to look right atcha baaaaaby....he had a spinal, so headaches maybe. (Ok if you didn't get that it was a Call Me Maybe reference). We spoke of possibly seeing each other tonight but then well....Happy Birthday a la Frosty the Snowman. He never brought it up and I'm getting bored of inviting myself over. If I am the one to bring this up, I will be stamped Negative. Guess I just like to feed a relationship differently. Starving it isn't my MO, know what I mean Vern?
When they first called Flip the Starvation Master in for his appointment yesterday, I phoned around on my cell to see if I could find special food for Kyyo, in order to bulk him up since he lost weight during his antibiotics journey. It turned up nothing except my awareness of how awesome technology is between cells and computers. An elderly couple, old as Oaks sat across from me. He was the one being given to the Vampires. She was the dutiful wife. They were Reality TV. He mumbled something and without looking up at him she said "You're not here to watch the television." Old people even say "Television". They're allergic to abbreviations. Now I am aware that I've used the full word here on this blog, but that's because it is in print. Or I'm getting old. Because writing Television sounds better than writing TV.
There were easy smiles between this couple, gentle laughter that would have been a welcome light breeze had they been made of Weather. They seemed to genuinely listen to one another. They both picked up magazines - she - a Family Circle type, he - a Connecticut magazine. She spoke to him of their mail woes. That she wrote "Does not live at this address" on an envelope. She then wondered aloud how much of their own mail went to errant addresses. Her husband kept quiet for a few moments...I thought perhaps this would be a scene that plays out amongst many couples. Someone talks. No one responds because No one is really listening. A minute later he replied after giving it thought. "I think it's because Work Ethic isn't what it used to be".
You need no more proof of the fact that they were both at least 103. Work ethic and the formal word rather than that crack slang - TV. Although I would have been blown away if either them uttered the word, Hi-Def.
Speaking of Old Men, my guinea pig needs his probiotics. He looked like an old man in his morning bathrobe when he came out of his "house" today. He's been eating like a picky teenager, but eating. Now I have to re-train him to drink out of his own water bottle because he has gotten used to the Rodent Mama syringing him water. I have to go out of town for a night this weekend for a wedding for his cousin that we see maybe once or twice a year (any wedding over a half hour away is evil) and need a certain small animal to go independent and not die on me because I couldn't answer the ringing of the bell. Admittingly, I do not want to go to this wedding and will be paying at least $110 to pay for the privilege of being where I don't want to be, with probably a meat slathered plate of food since Flip never filled out the RSVP cards. He was put on the spot over the phone and was guilt punched into saying "Yes". He cannot go if I don't go because he can't afford to. I can't afford it either but he doesn't seem too upset by that as much as the fact that he already said he was going. Oh I didn't mean to be a jerk with money and have a kid and three pets to feed and one to possibly keep giving medical care to if he doesn't die on me because I wasn't home for over 24 hours to feed him fresh food and syringe hydrate him. What was I thinking?
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