21 December, 2012

It is December 21^st here and thus far the Mayan prophecy has not proved to be true. I suppose one needs to wait until December 22^nd before one celebrates.

Yesterday I posted on Nick’s Bytes about this idiocy, quoting scripture and tying in into T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Hallow Men. I even posted a video of me reading the poem.

In the process of gathering data for the post, I discovered that, like the majority of events today, there were many people, from TV specials to "end of the world insurance" sales, who attempted to profit from it.

Until this morning I did not realize that one could ingest food into one's lungs. However, a while ago I did just that. I believe I have spit it all up; but until I did the pain in my chest was horrendous.

At the moment it is quite cold (31 F, feels like 20 F), windy, and beginning to snow, the first in Louisville of the season. 

It's 6:40 AM and the world still exists, although I just learned that "the end" is supposed to take place at 11:11 AM. 

The kitty kids awoke with me at about 5:45 AM and now, have breakfasted, have returned to sleep:

Alex, on the floor by the warmth of my oxygen concentrator

Little Girl, on top of the back of my lift chair

Sugar on the floor between my bed and the wall.

because

20 December, 2012

A hard cold rain with strong gusty winds is outside. I drove to the pharmacy to purchase more nausea medication was my last three dollars. Now I am at home, still feeling nauseous and children to my bones.

I am very sick of being sick. Moreover, my apartment is a disaster and needs major cleaning that I feel too ill to do. I do have medications awaiting me at the pharmacy which I shall purchase with the money that is the Christmas gift from my mother. I pray that her Christmas card is in today's mail and that I have the energy left to check the mailbox this afternoon.

The way I feel at the moment, if tomorrow is the I really don't give a damn!