See, Speak, Hear…

Well, like last month I’ll likely be teetering towards broke. That is okay, though. As long as I don’t go into the negative numbers all is good.
Some point, perhaps the weekend, perhaps earlier this week, I heard my brother will not be doing chemo. Apparently his choice was made for him. Why they gave him three options when they were going to the reigns anyway is unknown, but through all of this, things have seemed rather ridiculous. So, my brother shall be going in once a month to have tests run on him. It sounds quite burdensome. From what I gathered during Friday dinner, he will be going in on Wednesday (19th).
Speaking of Wednesdays, I got my glasses finally this past Wednesday (12th). My mother called the place the night before demanding to know why it had been a week since the time they should have been shipped. The man checked and my mom thinks his claim was faulty. He said they had just gotten mine completed that day and would send them out.
Happily, I am patient with most things, so I was just happy that they arrived. I tried them on, tested them and actually raised my fists in triumph. Yes, my eyesight had become that poor. I could see clearer, but some things seemed a bit doubled at times. I figured it was just my eyes adjusting to the new prescription. Friday night, however, leads to second thoughts. A week ago (7th), before getting them we ate at a certain restaurant and more or less did “I see, you see…” I learned of what many others could see and they learned just how blind I was.
Well, we ate there yesterday (14th). It seems my sight still is not up to par with theirs. This was quite discouraging. For, now, I’ll just be content. I can see better than before at least.
Another thing happened yesterday with the vision discovery. I pulled out a pen drawing I have been working on since then end of December 2007. Yes, back at that time I sprained my wrist and hand royally. Thus, for almost two years I have been working on it. It will be my last detailed pen drawing. Well, I worked on it early Friday afternoon. By the time I stopped though, my wrist ached.
I shall put off any drawing for a long while again as not to cause any further damage. It actually bothered me when I ate Friday night dinner… handling a fork had made it act up. In fact, it bothers me some now as I type. Sigh.
After dinner, I cannot recall much. I think I read some and then around six or so sleep took me and I remained in slumber until maybe one. I got up, read some more, checked through some websites and made a peanut butter sandwich. I even saw Shred online for a brief time and that was nice. He showed me a picture and looking at his significant other, I couldn’t help but think he suited Shred aesthetically. He left a while later and I resumed dallying until four.
I woke at ten today, ate breakfast and took a shower. Soon my father and I were off to the store. We got a bit more than usual because my eldest brother and his girlfriend were coming by this afternoon. Chips, dips, breads, cheeses and meats were gotten.
After getting everything and packing it up we headed home. When everything was taken back out and put up, I wandered back to my room. My lunch, as most Saturdays, was half a loaf of French bread I got at the store.
I did chores, vacuumed and eventually took a short nap. Upon waking I heard voices and knew our guests had arrived. Dad was watching golf in the living room. Mom, Brother and Girlfriend were in the kitchen. I slithered on in and listened to them talk for the most part or wandered.
The afternoon was mainly talking. In between I hid out in my room, but not much. We lounged in the living room and at some point the topic of computers came about. I told my brother about how mine always had low memory. He told me there are three things that deal with memory: the processor, the hard drive and the RAM. We talked a bit and he showed me something. I relayed some stuff to him and it seems that something of mine is at the lowest possible amount that the processor can run on or some such.
After that, my brother showed me some computers of prices I could handle and at one point I was about to buy one, but was stopped. Apparently my brother intends to build me one. He kept hinting at it, saying hypothetically. I don’t care for indications. One must be frank with me or it goes over my head. Well, he finally spit it out. He said he could build me one, since my birthday will occur by the end of the year. I asked him if he could assure that offer. He said he could. Thus, I stopped my process of purchasing one… I had been in the middle of filling the form out.
I plan to pay him back in some form or another though. Be it bought or made, a computer is still expensive – particularly for me. Now there are these hard economic times, the entire family has some financial problems in some area or another and likely various other things come into play. The highest I can say for a gift is around a hundred bucks – and I say only for a single gift that has not others with it. Any higher, I would say he or she must return it, or I am paying back. The only time there is an exception is if the item is of great sentimental value.
Anyway, after that we ate sandwiches with chips. Everyone had sliced deli meat be it ham, turkey or beef. I went for bacon. We congregated at the living room for this and again there was talking or watching television.
After dallying out there for a while I returned to my room and read, fiddled about and so forth until evening came. I heard the front door open around eight or so and thus darted out. My brother and his girlfriend were leaving. I stayed out there long enough to say good bye, but once I had managed to get bitten three times by standing out there for only a few minutes, I retreated.
In my room, I did my best to focus my mind on something so the bites would not bother me. Then, by nine or so I ventured back out. I thought both my parents had gone to bed, which was surprising considering my mom, but the lights were off minus a few lamps. I went to the kitchen and proceeded to do the dishes.
When that was done, I finally saw my mother was at the computer. We talked a bit and at some point she rose to go to the back room, AKA the sewing room. She might still be in there now. In any case, she was in there and I returned to my room to read. In taking a break I recalled about my journal and thought I had enough things to write about for an entry of decent enough length.
That is all. I shall return to my reading.