Medicated Mornings Suck

If the content of this blog gets a little odd, please refer to the title.

I had intended to do this while sitting outside enjoying the morning, but my head, stomach and encroaching odd perspectives (odd even for me) convinced me I needed to come back into the house. I’d rather be out there, but I’d also have a jealous piggy vying for my attention, as well.  I just don’t have the energy to fight her off today.  I went to bed last night with a mild headache (which I’d had all day), so of course, I woke up with a migraine this morning.  In response, I took half of a migraine pill (I had no desire to do any drooling today – the inevitable result of taking a whole migraine tab.), and I am now quite potted.  Mind you that’s not just from the migraine tab.  The migraine tab was taken along with all of my other meds which tend to leave me moving at a little bit of a tilt on my not-so-good-days.  To be quite honest, I haven’t had a pretty-good-day for awhile, but I manage to push through day-by-day.  I have to if I want to live up to the NNV (Nine Noble Virtues).  Those have become a very important part of my getting through each day.  I am sooooo glad they say nothing about muddling through cheerfully.  I have my moments, but I don’t think I’d be passing muster on that one.

Anyway, speaking of the piggy, she is growing quite fast.  I wonder if it’s the pig pellets I bought, or if it’s the granola cereal with which I’ve been dressing it up.  That girl does love her granola.  Last night she was being obstinate while standing up on the ridge just outside of the yard.  She simply was ignoring being called to dinner, not responding to being called beyond looking at me.  I told Mom, “Watch this.”  At that point, I took a Kashi granola bar out of my pocket and wiggled the wrapper.  In moments, I had an 80+ pound pig trying to climb into my chair with me.  My Mom laughed and exclaimed, “Damn!  She has good hearing!”  One must please excuse her words.  She very seldom curses, but it was very funny…until one considered the ramifications of me and an 80+ pound pig trying to share a common plastic yard chair which had seen better days.  It became a race to get a bit of granola into her mouth and off my lap before anything untoward happened to the chair.  I am happy to report that the chair is just fine.

On the other hand, the piggy has a little problem with her po po (butt).  There are a couple of marks down one of her sides, a very clear paw scratch mark down her rump and a scratch/bite mark on her pee po.  Do NOT make me explain that.  I blush easy.  Anyway, this morning was a first for me.  I used some triple anti-biotic ointment with pain reliever (great product by Equate the house brand of Wally World), and I treated the pee po of a pig.  She was a bit shy at first, but once the pain reliever began to kick in, she stood still for the mutual embarrassment.  I really hope she doesn’t develop a problem requiring a vet.  She still runs from everyone who isn’t family, especially men.

Speaking of men, my brother is arriving for Mother’s Day today, and they haven’t met.  I’m hoping she takes to him the way all other animals and small children take to him, except for her latching onto his leg and not letting go.  Several years ago, he had a truly embarrassing incident with a small child at church.  The poor little thing thought for sure she’d found herself a new daddy.  He thought for sure they’d never get her loose from his leg and her screaming in heartbreak the whole while.  The poor mother pretty much just wanted to get her kid loose and run.  It all worked out in the end, but he made sure to not sit near them at church again.

Okay, I’ve run through a variety of topics applying to my morning so far.  It hasn’t been a bad morning, just tilted…badly.  I’m hoping for a peaceful few days with my brother in the same house, but considering we can’t stand each other, that might be difficult.  At least I have Mom to tell Dad and the bro to leave me alone.  Somehow they manage to bond through picking on me.  Sometime, I’ll tell you about the holiday meal I walked out on.  I assure you, Mom was NOT a happy camper.

Okay.  Rambling done.

I hope everyone has a great Mother’s Day!

About Rune Believer

I tend to be broody, but my animals make me happy. I've never known how to fit in with the crowd, and now, at 52, I don't bother to try. I once was "in" for awhile, and I found out they're mostly a miserable lot. I'd rather sit under a tree and read a book...a real book, not a pad or computer!
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