Cold Sunday, It Ain't Broken, and more....

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The picture above is of Petey on day watch. It was 46 degrees yesterday when I got up, and today (Sunday March 24th) it was 35 degrees. I grimaced and turned on the heater, I refuse to sit in this kind of cold in pain. Yesterday I gave in and went to the ER to have my wrist and shoulder checked. That was a fat waste of time!!!! I was there 3 hours, and they took x-rays, and when the doctor finally wandered back in he told me that "It ain't broken, just ice it as you need to and can take it." and he walked back out. Gee, if I wanted to waste time I would have gone shopping!!!! I guess I should have prefaced this with I mopped my floors on Tuesday. It was nice and warm so I started in the studio/livingroom area and worked my way back to the bedroom/bathroom are. Well the bathroom has a tile floor that gets slick when wet, and I miss stepped and fell on my right hip. No damage there, plenty of padding! But my right wrist hurt like crazy. I should have gone to the ER right away but I hurt too bad to think of taking the bus, and I wasn't going to take a "meat wagon" otherwise known as an ambulance. So I waited. Another neighbor was in pain because of her ankle and was going Saturday so I bummed a ride with her. She got shined on too, her response from the same doctor was "It ain't broken, stay off it and ice it as you can tolerate it." Okay, he's not Dr. Sloan (Diagnosis Murder) but he could have shown a bit more caring! So I sit here hurting and supposed to see my primary doctor as soon as I can get an appointment about my wrist. Hey fella, I'm an old country gal, I AIN'T USED TO GOING TO THE DOCTOR FOR LITTLE THINGS!!!!. Anyway, he had more important things to take care of...apparently there were a couple of games going on and the kids were breaking better bones, and the older more feeble citizens were coming in not doing well-there was more money there. I went to with the two ladies to the new local Taco Bell, that my neighbor friend said was awful, and it turned out pretty good. We had lunch there and a lot of laughs and then headed towards home. I did find an earring that one of the ladies had lost in the car last Christmas, it was one of her favorites, and she was thrilled!!! Then we stopped at the thrift shop that is having a sale in their parking lot for all of us in apartments that won't let us have them in our lots. I not only got us signed up for two spaces for the sale next month but I'm going to show the lady my bears and may have a consignment shop to put them in!!! YIPPPEEEE!!! I got home feeling pretty good, except the elevator was still not working right. OH JOY!!! The apartment supervisor called the company about it, the doors won't close right which means the elevator won't work right, which means all of us who can't use the stairs are limited to our apartments. Sigh...I tried the thing yesterday when it was supposed to be fixed and it wouldn't work, and it sounded like someone dropping dead bodies down the elevator shaft. I really didn't want to try it for some strange reason. Hopefully they got it working yesterday late afternoon.... I woke up at 5 a.m. to a bright bright light shining in my bedroom window...a neighbor on the next street over had a spot light on and it was aimed so it shone in my window. I hate to tell them, my body ain't anything to look at. I have lumps and bulges in all the wrong places (That's what saved my hip last Tuesday, the extra padding!). The guys look at me as one of them rather than a lady (well, female...sort of...kind of...maybe. I have all the right parts, I just function more like a guy with all the repair work and guy type stuff. Mom wanted a "Girly girl" and I turned out more like a "Tom Boy". She always nailed me with a snarl "Why can't you be more like ------, She's slender, pretty, and is all lady. Guys flock around her like bees to honey!!!" Mom never could accept me as me, even in our later years when I did the repair work around the house for her and did the repairs on her vehicles and so much more. Anyway I knew that the light wasn't being aimed at my place for the people to look at my body when I changed clothes. Besides, I have blinds (for all the good they do). Freya decided that the people that had the light aimed at my window were up to no good, so she planted her Siamese body next to me and slept there all night, up close and loaded for attack. That was super, but I had to get up a couple of times through the night to use the toilet. As is my habit I don't flush until around 7 a.m. because in the still of the night a toilet sounds like a jet plane landing! I got up at 6:30 a.m. and turned on the heater and did my morning love in routine with Petey and his hunky orange tabby body. Finally I went back and got dressed and did my morning chores and made the bed, stacked my bears and other critters on it, and set about doing the cat's routine. I fed Petey and Freya their morning canned cat food, changed their water, added dry food to their bowls and finally went and started cleaning their litter box. Since the lid to the toilet seat was closed Freya availed her Siamese self of the opportunity to sit on it and watch. I finished with their bathroom and went over, while Freya was still on the toilet lid, and flushed. She jumped, looking so shocked, and looked at her rear in non belief. How could such a noise come from her fanny???? She then angled her bottom so she could check the functioning parts to see if something had happened to them. They were still in perfect order. She looked at me inquisitively, I gently lifter her up so she could see the water swirling around in the bowl, then set her on the floor. She set her paws on the seat and watched, and I flushed it again so she could see what happened. She kind of realized that she didn't make that noise, that it was the toilet's function each time I used it and pulled down on the lever. After finishing my chores I went back into the studio and had several sips of tea and checked my email. About 30 minutes later a Siamese face with two blue eyes were peering into my eyes imploringly, as if there was a serious problem back at the back of the apartment and I needed to follow her. So I set aside the computer and scrambled after her rushing kitty figure. She jumped into the litter box, dug a spot, turned and squatted and peed in the spot and covered it. She then peered at me and meowed demandingly. She kept meowing until I finally picked up the scoop and scooped up the used section of litter and put it into the zip lock bag I was using for the collecting bag for the few days. Once the bag was resealed and put back in its place Freya calmly left the bathroom and went back to where she had been prior to her demanding me to follow her. It dawned on me that she decided that since humans flush the toilet after they use it, cats should have the same rights and their litter box should be scooped after they use it each time. and people say animals don't think!!! Give them a chance and they will surprise you a LOT! I should get busy and work on bears and other critters. My neighbor that I shared a booth with a few months ago busily criticized how I displayed my creations and how many I had displayed. I almost didn't opt for doing the show because I didn't want to listen to that kind of commentary again. I've only been designing, displaying, and selling my creations for over 40 years. I have bears in homes and museums around the world. The shows I've done I've sold bears like crazy. Somewhere along the line a person would thing I had learned a thing or two about doing sales.... especially when I have had businesses order them in large amounts, and one of my doctors special ordered 50 bears as Christmas gifts for his fellow doctors in the area. But I guess experience doesn't count for squat. But working on the bears is a way to keep active without chancing any further injury. I hope all of you have a great Sunday, and treat yourselves to something extra special. I do have one question for you. Do you know the difference between an oral and a rectal thermometer? Hold on for a few days for the answer...if you know the answer, or think you know, message it to me please. Have a wonderful day and an even more wonderful week. Hugs, Toni, Freya (the Siamese), and Petey (the ginger tabby boy)