August 8, 2000

i get to visit the kids for a few days, starting tomorrow.  i'm truly looking forward to that.  Except for the 'tattooing the daughter' part.  But at least i talked her out of getting one across the back of her neck.  The one i promised her, if she didn't do that, is much smaller and will go near her navel.  But still.  

     She's so much more strong-minded than i was at that age. my son as well.  They basically demanded a command performance from me; expecting me to show up for my birthday.  Both of them are very good at zero-ing in on my guilt quotient.  Well okay, and i let them.  Secretly i'm always very pleased when they think they are pushing me around.  They get these neat little happy expressions, like they've taken a big step and it worked and 'wow can we try that again?'

     And by the time i get back i'll have gotten over my birthday.

     i hope.

     He told me to remove my hands from my hips.  i snorted at Him.  He was lying there, covered up to His nose in a heavy blue blanket, big round brown eyes peering myopically back at me.  Hardly His toughest mode. And i wasn't wrong.  He wasn't eating, or drinking enough fluids.  i was worried.  All my impulses were screaming 'make chicken soup'!  If i thought He would eat it, i'd have considered it, no matter how poor a chef i am.  But in this heat, my chances were pretty slim.

     i did get some food into Him, much later.  And more pills and more fluids.  Hopefully the flogging days are fast approaching.  i'm still worried though.  i'm not going to be here tomorrow and most of Thursday to take care of Him.

     Dear Himself  :)

     Please eat and rest and drink fluids so that i don't worry okay?  Please Sir?

     i love You.

Nurse Ratchet ... errrr, me :)