Nap

Mary is lying down, taking a nap. I'm in shock. She hasn't done this for about four years. I hope she's ok!

I tried to give her the first Forteo shot today. Apparently, I didn't press down on the button at the end of the shot-pen and so didn't give her a full dose. Great. Well, I'm sure I'll get it right tomorrow. I really hate to give her a shot every day--almost as much as she hates to get it, but this is such a good drug. I hope it doesn't leave little red dots all over her stomach. I had to give her shots for something before and it left little red dots. The place where I stuck her kept bleeding for quite a while. I just had her finally hold the piece of alcohol-soaked cotton on it. Wouldn't you know that I got a migraine sometime last night? So I felt like shit this morning and it was so hard to concentrate to try to get it all straight. I mean, it's not that difficult, but they include so much other information in the directions, it's difficult to sift through it all.

I told Mary yesterday that I had given $50 to the Red Cross for the Hurricane Relief Fund and asked if she wanted to give anything. She said ok, looking rather pained at having her hand forced in this way. I asked her how much she wanted to give and she said, "Oh, three or four dollars."

Have I told you about the hair brush? I bought a bristle boar hairbrush for myself--very selfish of me. I used Mary's card but intended to pay her back. Well, I couldn't get the damned thing through my hair, which is too thick. So I used it on Mary one day. She fell in love. Every time I use it, she says, "That feels so good!" For a long time she asked me where I got and often said that she'd have to get one. I think she finally got the message that this one was hers. Sometimes she even remembers where I got it. When I get it out, she says, "I like that brush!" A few times I've just kept brushing, to see how long she'd let me. I finally had to stop because she seemed to be falling asleep! I think she'd let me do it for hours! It really is a good brush for her hair, anyway--it makes her hair stay really flat against her head and makes it very shiny. I imagine it does feel good. I'm quite jealous--I wish I had someone to brush my hair!

My birthday was on the 29th of August. Instead of a gift, I asked that Mom and Mary go to the art museum to see an impressionist exhibit and have a bite to eat at the cafe there, so that's what we did on the Saturday before. It was so crowded! Bad day, but I was glad to see so many people there. (I think everyone thought it was going to rain, which it didn't do.) Mom seemed to enjoy the exhibit even more than I did, which was probably the best present of all. I was so busy maneuvering Mary around the other visitors, that I couldn't really enjoy myself. Plus, at the end Mary got tired of sitting (I forgot her seat cushion, or tushy-cushy, as I call it), so we had to run. It was interesting that Mom, as a former dabbler in art, saw things that I would never have seen. I wondered if it was as painful for her as going to a voice recital would have been for me. I don't know what Mary got out of it. I don't think much. She seemed to enjoy the room with the vases/glass sculptures more. Maybe she enjoys more practical things or more three-dimensional things. The cafe was like a box or closet and I was glad to get out. They had the room painted maroon and there were no windows. Ugh! The fish was good but the rest wasn't. At least Mom and Mary were pleased with it all, so I shouldn't be so critical. Do I distinguish what I like from what I dislike so that I can enjoy what I like more? Or do I just look for something to be disgruntled about?

Well, Mary half hour is up. I don't think she went to sleep. Will she want to get up?