movie day

   Trying to keep all quiet and all, mom and dad and I spent last night, mostly, and all of today (that was left after I finally got up) watching the movies I brought for Michele and I to watch. We didn't watch as many last night because my cousin's kids came over and visited with us for the evening. They are really getting to be quite grown up. #1 Son will soon be off to Hong Kong for several months with his 20-something-year-old uncles and his grandfather. That will be quite the adventure, I would think. He is a very handsome guy, very quite and only kinda shy, but not painfully so. Only Daughter is very tall and thin and came in looking like a model. As we were talking, she remembered my ferret, Zoe! She couldn't have been very old when I had her. I saw the pictures that my cousin put on her blog today of Only Daughter, now that her sister has dyed her hair for her, or, I guess it would be more appropriate to say, highlighted. The first picture of the blog I thought WAS her mother's sister, they looked so much alike.

   After their aunt took them to her house to stay for a couple of days, we finished watching the episode of Torchwood we were watching then went to bed. Today we started up with more Torchwood, The Last Mimsey, and the last in the Die Hard series. I actually brought 13 movies, counting the first season of Torchwood as one, so we have much more watching to do.

   I've gone back to three topamax twice a day, and to taking oxycodone (an increased dose) whenever I need it, which is mostly at night. I just usually don't take them during the day. I did something to the bottom of my foot cause I have a lump you can see along with redness and bruising. Probably from walking on dog bones, but that doesn't make it hurt less.

   It's pretty much a sure thing now that I'm staying until after dad has his procedure. I talked it over with Josh and he agreed with me. I'll have to see it I can reschedule my stress test on Monday morning. I also have to coordinate with Marilyn and see where our plans for the rest of the summer leaves us. 

   I just can't think about time tables until I know that dad is going to be okay. I remember what happened last time he went in for one - he had a quadruple bypass immediately after the stress test. I just don't really feel comfortable making plans until I know he's okay.