Drums, drums... Rob's ass... drums

Got my drums yesterevening... UPS delivers really late in our neighborhood, and I was like Bart at the door from about 9am: "Where's my spy camera? Where's my spy camera?" 

So I opened the box when it was finally dropped on our doorstep, and there were not one, not two, but four drums. Two frame, two rain. And four beaters, one badly warped. Now, a part of me is bad. I figured, "Hey, maybe they don't know they sent me four drums. Four drums for the price of two... Not bad for a day's work... BONUS!" But then the Pisces-Moon part of my Capricornian soul took over & said, "Now now, you better e-mail those nice people & tell them that they sent you extras". So I gave in to my conscience and did so. I got an e-mail back from them this morning wishing me much good karma for my honesty. Aww. 

Of course, I have not yet been able to really play with my drums because of Rob's ass. He's got a prolapsed something-or-other back there, it's been plaguing him (and by extension, me) all weekend & we finally got him a dr's appt. today. I keep telling him, considering all his problems, that anal play is unwise, but he's always gotta be sticking inanimate objects up his ass. We got absolutely nothing done all weekend - Ed's tank is still sitting in the living room, unwashed & unmodified. The shelf Rob was going to convert into a gun safe is still unconverted. I've been doing a lot of extra fetch-&-carry, though, and laundry, and dishes, and because I hate having to cook two separate meals, I've been on an unintentional liquid & soft-easily-digested food diet. Needless to say, I'm not in the best of moods, so it's probably a good thing I can't make glorious noise because the least bit of motion or rhythmic noise makes Rob nauseous right now. I have to admit, sometimes anal really does it for me. Wakes up the serpent, gives good orgasms, but after seeing what Rob's been going through, I honestly think I'm done w/being fucked up the ass. I don't understand the difference, either - we eat pretty much the same diet, but I'm regular as sunset & sunrise, don't get constipated, only get diarrhea if I've got food poisoning (which I do get more than Rob because I like food that still moo's, and I'm not picky about 'well aged' meat ... if I ever end up w/Creutzfeld-Jakob's disease, I would not be surprised). I probably do include more whole grains in my diet because I do not like white bread and I will buy two separate loaves if we're in the bread mood.

I was sitting on the floor sort of just exploring the rain drums. I don't know exactly how they're supposed to be played for best effect, but it was kind of cool - if I shifted them just slightly, tilting them back & forth, they sound like the ocean. They're very loud, and I could feel my lower coupla inches of spine start to resonate with the vibrations. Of course, any time any kind of percussion music gets played in the house, all the lares get woke up & make for a restless night. Things walking up & down the hall, talking in ways that lets me know it's not REarM's, light moving in the hallway & living room that isn't coming from any window.

Dropped the programming class yesterday, bringing me down to part-time. Yippee!

A Doctor's Worst Nightmare

A well-informed patient. With huge hemorrhoids. And the outcome of all Rob's pain & suffering? It will continue until he can get the swelling to go back down. The dr. doesn't want to proceed until he sees that the condition isn't improving considerably. Typical. And this guy is the only colo-rectal surgeon left in Vegas that is covered under our insurance. The Teamsters' insurance plan is slowly but surely sliding downhill. It just gives me more motivation to seek different employment. But, much like everything else in my life, I'm exhausted and I have no time.

On a lighter note, I now have a collection of rubber suction-cup bugs, bats & lizards gracing my computer screen. There is something inherently comforting to me about rubber suction-cup creatures. Rob took some to play with in the tub. He had his first bath in 20 years last night, and since it did offer him some relief, he's more open-minded to the whole bathing experience. Now me, I can soak in a tub for hours, or at least til the water gets less than lukewarm. Usually, I fall completely asleep & get nothing productive done, but that's beside the point. If I sit still for too long anymore, I fall asleep. Running on a sleep deficit takes its toll. The greatest benefit to me of Rob in the tub is that he's happily watching some movie on his DVD player & I can sit here & listen to music. 

I enjoy opening credit card statements that say 'Current Balance: 0', 'Payment Due: 0'. Of course, on the opposite side of the spectrum are the bills I open that make me go "OMFG! WTF! BBQ!" That's the price of consolidation right there.
 
Ah well. Another work week starts, another three chapters of history to pore over during the next week... life goes on.