First, me. I believe I am relying too much on my sister to take care of me. She took me to a doctor appointment this week that took a whole afternoon. I didn't drive because I was told the Check Engine light was on, and that discourages me.
I've pretty much decided to quit driving and start using either Uber, or a local service. The first opportunity is a month away, and I'll postpone judgement until then. I've turned selling the car over to Beth. It's a Subaru, which she dotes on. I find I should have left well enough alone and kept the old Dodge, that I understood. The Subi is too complicated for me, and I think I'm a danger on the road trying to figure it out.
Tom drove it home from the doctor to my apartment, and in his very typical manner, nothing was returned to its original configuration. So, now I have learned how to send the front driver's seat forward and back, up and down. Best learned in the parking lot, stationary, as I was this morning, thinking I needed to get to the dealer to turn off the Check Engine light. Which was not glowing this morning. I know how to leave well enough alone. I'll simply turn the paperwork over to Beth and walk away.
I'm working at getting stronger every day. The two weeks I was laid up took some stuffing out of me. It's no use being unhappy with the current state of affairs being unnecessarily inflicted on me. No matter how I wound up with a perforated lung, now I must get over it; get stronger and better.
The only "excitement" in my life is my cat, who does little to acknowledge me.
She does have a routine established. I am the source of treats, and she now asks for treats, as in the picture. She stares at me until I pass out at few. She never puts herself in danger of being caught. Remember, I am very limited, physically. She darts away from any touch or contact. So, I am in my desk chair and Kitty is requesting treats.
Kitty does sleep under the feather comforter as much as possible. During the day, when I am not here, she hops on the bed and slithers between the comforter and sheet. At night, when I am in bed, she enters from the foot of the bed and stops before my knee. So, I am at a loss what to do to enhance this relationship. I do need to move "treats" to a bigger chair. Sounds like a plan for this weekend.
And my weekend excitement includes going with Beth for a pedicure. My first ever! Woo-hoo. And, a new decoration for my door: