It's My Birthday And I'll Cry If I Want To.....

If you remember that song, you are in or around my age group. The real title is *It's my party and I'll cry if I want to...but today IS my birthday.  I'm the ripe old age of 68....LOL.   I guess I am a bit depressed because I am not in Chicago, getting ready to meet up with my girlfriends from high school.  I couldn't go this year for two reasons.  One, I have to be at the hospital in a little while for tests on my left leg.  I suspect I may have another blockage in one of the arteries in my left leg that is going to have to be *cleaned out* (or roto-rooted, as I call it).  The reason?  Let's just say it pains me when I walk short distances.  I mean pain to the point that I have to give the knee area a deep massage at the back to stop the pain.  I had a hunch by the look on the doctor's face when he checked that leg for a pulse down around my toes.  It was strong for a while (and I could walk longer without all the pain) but the look on his face told me he didn't like what he was feeling.  

The pulse was nice and strong and made him smile after my last surgery on that leg.  *Sigh*.  Oh well.  We shall see next week when I have to go in to see him.

I am toying with the idea of going up to Mustachio's for when he has to have his surgery to give him a hand (so-to-speak) .  He was talking about hiring a driver to get him to the hospital and back since the hospital's insist you cannot drive yourself.  Since his surgery will be on his left wrist, it makes sense that he shouldn't, anyway.  The first couple of days are the worst and I can at least make him food and see that he is comfortable.  The Beast can manage that long without me, I know.  He's pretty much become very domestic these past couple of years while I have had to have all my surgeries.

The second reason is that I cannot fly on the orders of my eye doctor.  I mean the retina specialist.  I guess that is going to have to have surgery also.  The retina is not better and, actually, seems to have deteriorated enough to concern him (and me, both).  For someone who does not FEEL old, my body sure is taking a beating.

I had Chewlee here for an overnighter on Tuesday.  Gunner had to go to the pediatrician so the Princess dropped her off here.  It was a nice afternoon and a fun night with her.  She had packed her own suitcase and actually did a nice job of it.  It had all her essentials....a pair of underwear, her pajamas, her blankie, the lady bug light she needs when it's bedtime, a couple stuffed animals and some new plastic animals she wanted to show me.  She didn't bring any new clothes to change into because she knew I had some here for her.

That evening, she built herself a kind of fort in my computer room (something I had to climb over and around to get in and out of my chair....not easy, either).  It consisted of her suitcase, several pillows that formed the walls, a blanket on the bottom and a spread that had been folded up from my bed as her cover.  Can you guess her plans?  LOL!  Yes, she used it as her *bed*.  It was cute how she played with her stuffed animals and watched the cartoons on TV, too.  I just let her play.

When she woke up, in the morning, she had strawberries for breakfast then went outside to ride her bike around the neighborhood for a bit.  She took a ride over to Lowe's with the Beast and later took the ride on the scooter with the Beast to exercise Baron.  When she was ready, I took her home and got my baby fix.  The baby was crying, in his little swing thing and obviously hungry since he was sucking on his fist.  The Princess was in the kitchen, trying to finish getting dinner ready since it was almost time for Johnnycakes to get home.  I picked the baby up and cuddled him and he fell asleep in my arms.  It was such a wonderful feeling to cuddle a baby again.  I have always loved babies.  I almost hated to hand him over to the Princess so she could feed him.  Chewlee was horrified at the thought that she might feed him in front of me.  We kidded her about it and then I left so they could eat in peace...all of them!

That was pretty much my day and it's time for me to get dressed for the hospital so ta-ta for now.  Love you all and I hope you have a great day!  ***Hugs***