What has my life become?
Jun. 14th, 2011 11:30 amAfter I got home from trying, and apparently failing, to drop some soup off for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
salts_theway, I came home and attempted to remain functional. This plan failed rather badly and S and I wound up kipping on the sofa for a bit. I think I woke up around 2pm or so, and just sort of camped out there for a few hours until S lef to go do whatever it is he does when he wanders off.
Ooooor that was the plan. Apparently when S left, he took my cane with him. You know. The one![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
whochat ridiculed me for needing to walk? I don't know where he went with my cane, and still covered in that pink shit, but wherever it was, it was not here. Eventually, Mary came over to at least help me to my feet (wow, hungover sleep on a sofa is not very good on already knackered joints, as it turns out) so I could at least change into something resembling pyjamas and do the brushing of the teeth and all that. After that, we hung out on the sofa with a DVD in until I don't know when. I passed out. I just remember waking up to S banging around like a mad git until he eventually drove Mary away.
That was around 5am this morning. After that, though, he helped me back to the bedroom and we at least managed to get a few hours of proper sleep until I just couldn't sleep any more. I found my cane waiting for me in its usual spot by the bed, where it hadn't been the night before (he still won't tell me what he was up to), and left him back there while I did my morning thing (baking soda's not working very well, btw).
I just dropped him off over at![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
storm_ford's place to do a bit of his art thing. I'm sort of wondering if it was a
Just got a text as I was writing that. He says he got bit by a dog. WTF? How do you get bit by a dog when you're talking about different shades of white?
ETA: Only my boyfriend could get bitten by Dog 1, I swear. He wasn't even doing anything. Just standing there, apparently. And the dog just bit him right on the ankle. Mike brought him home and he's having a sulk on the sofa now. At least he's in one piece, even if not the same piece I left him in.
salts_theway, I came home and attempted to remain functional. This plan failed rather badly and S and I wound up kipping on the sofa for a bit. I think I woke up around 2pm or so, and just sort of camped out there for a few hours until S lef to go do whatever it is he does when he wanders off.Ooooor that was the plan. Apparently when S left, he took my cane with him. You know. The one
whochat ridiculed me for needing to walk? I don't know where he went with my cane, and still covered in that pink shit, but wherever it was, it was not here. Eventually, Mary came over to at least help me to my feet (wow, hungover sleep on a sofa is not very good on already knackered joints, as it turns out) so I could at least change into something resembling pyjamas and do the brushing of the teeth and all that. After that, we hung out on the sofa with a DVD in until I don't know when. I passed out. I just remember waking up to S banging around like a mad git until he eventually drove Mary away.That was around 5am this morning. After that, though, he helped me back to the bedroom and we at least managed to get a few hours of proper sleep until I just couldn't sleep any more. I found my cane waiting for me in its usual spot by the bed, where it hadn't been the night before (he still won't tell me what he was up to), and left him back there while I did my morning thing (baking soda's not working very well, btw).
I just dropped him off over at
storm_ford's place to do a bit of his art thing. Just got a text as I was writing that. He says he got bit by a dog. WTF? How do you get bit by a dog when you're talking about different shades of white?
ETA: Only my boyfriend could get bitten by Dog 1, I swear. He wasn't even doing anything. Just standing there, apparently. And the dog just bit him right on the ankle. Mike brought him home and he's having a sulk on the sofa now. At least he's in one piece, even if not the same piece I left him in.
