Last Day Before Surgery

You know the saying, *Which came first?  The chicken or the egg?*  Well, I am wondering just how much of a relationship my pain and my pain pill have to each other.  I think that the pill might actually be making the pain worse because it puts me into such a sound sleep that I think my leg is in a strange position and that is why the pain wakes me up.  I'm just not sure and the Beast doesn't pay attention to those things.  He doesn't even notice.

I spent most of the day sleeping due to taking the darn pain pills.  I couldn't help it.  When you are in too much pain to walk, and the pain doesn't pass, there is no sense suffering.  Even the pain alone makes you tired.  I never took a pill any closer than six hours apart (once it was even 10 hours) but it was a nightmare that started yesterday and dragged on all night and all day long.  I suppose I will be glad if the surgery gets rid of that problem, although then I will have pain from the incisions.  **Sigh** You can't win for losing!

Today was the wedding of the young couple from the Beast's church.  They looked like a very sweet young couple from the picture he took of them after the wedding then rushed home to print up to give them as a wedding day gift.  He admitted he was showing off by doing that but the picture was really a very nice one.  The bride was just thrilled and almost didn't want her groom to hold it....LOL.

He came home and started printing up some of the pictures he took of the guests so he can give them to the bride (or her parents) tomorrow.  I don't think the bride and groom are actually going away for a honeymoon for some reason.  They are the type that will stay at a nice hotel for a day or two but will be at church tomorrow.  Know what I mean?

Good news from Mustachio.  He says he has his pinky and ring finger back, which means he can now feel them and they are not totally numb as they were before.  He is very upbeat over that and happy about it.  So am I and TY for your prayers on his behalf.

He decided he wanted some kind of a pet to distract him.  He can't have a dog, he's not crazy about cats either so he decided on a tank of fish.  He says watching them is relaxing and calming so he set out to *build himself an ecosystem*.  The pet store actually delivered it to his apartment since they could see he was injured and he spent enough money on everything he bought.  He spent a day filling up the tank with water and treating the water to get rid of the chlorine, adjust the pH and whatever else needed doing.  He had rinsed the rocks, set them in  place, also the plants and other ornaments.  Then he went to pick out his fish.  We won't discuss the goldfish fiasco.  He had no idea that goldfish are bullies, especially in the numbers he had.  So he started over with six *striped* ones and three colorful ones.  He didn't remember their names but I think the colorful ones are cyclids.  The striped ones ended up bullying the cyclids until he removed the one he thought was the more aggressive of the six.  Sure enough, they calmed down and peace reigned in his underwater kingdom.  

Then two of the cyclids started chasing the third one around to exhaustion.  She (yes, it is a she and she is full of eggs) finally was pinned down.  He is hoping to get some little juvenile fish in there now but I told him not to count on it.  Eggs are still food for fish and some even eat their own eggs.   I told him that fertile females are usually put in a separate tank to lay their eggs or to bear them alive, depending on the fish.  If these are cyclids, the female will carry the eggs inside her until they hatch and then she will guard them much like an alligator mother does her brood.  If threatened, she opens her mouth and they rush inside.   After the danger passes, she opens her mouth and out they come.

Anyway, he has something to look forward to watching intently for a while.  As long as he can't work, he wanted a distraction.  He certainly has one now.  He wants to add a few more fish, little by little.  He has a 38 gallon tank so he has room for more.  He is planning on coming down here for a few days after my surgery and he says he is going to hire Buttmunch (to make sure she feels obligated to come) to stop by and feed the fish.  I told him to ask about a vacation feeding block that slowly softens and the fish can eat the food off the block.  I read about them when we had our tank.  That way he can be sure they won't starve while he is gone.  I would hate for him to cut his visit short because he's worried about his fish!

The temperature climbed into the 90's today and it's 3am and the temp is only down to 72.  But that is still a nice temperature for sleeping, which I am going to try doing without the use of a pain pill since I am not in pain right now.

Love you all.  I hope you have a nice, calm and happy Sunday.   ***Hugs***