Monday At The Hospital

So on Sunday I had to have an early night because I had a hospital appointment in the morning.I thought it was lucky that the baseball game was an afternoon one but it didn't quite work out how I wanted.11 o'clock off I went to bed.12 o'clock someone came round ,drunk ,demanding to pay to get her internet on because she had an important deal to sort out.(I only take payments on Tueday and Friday and not after nine o'clock)She was most indignant when I told her to go away.She said "I don't know why you're so upset about it".
I settled back down and got to sleep,however I was disturbed at 6.30AM by the kittens fighting.




No use looking innocent you two ,yes you did.




Yes,just like this.




No,I don't care that it was a good hold.




Or that this was the winning throw.

It was my own fault because I usually feed them at around this time after the game and presumably their internal clocks told them it was breakfast time.
I had an ambulance sent for the ride ,which took about 45 mins.I was going to see a clinical psychologist about pain management.Actually,she was very helpful.Then a ride back and that pretty much did for me for the day.
I went back to lie down,got up briefly to watch University Challenge(I think it was called College Bowl in the USA) then gave up and went back to bed again.And slept,and slept,and slept.

• Mood: awake