Friday 10/6/23
9:48p.m. I had some whopper dreams last night. I remember one where computers and robots took over. Humans became slaves to the machines. I saw men dressed in bib overalls being driven to work by robots brandishing whips. They all had to work in factories and on farms. This dream was right out of a Stephen King novel.
Aides got changed me and got me out of bed at 4:30. I slept peacefully in my wheelchair for a couple hours. I woke up around 6:30. I called Chocolatschip. She filled me in on her trip to the ER. They ran tests and discovered it was a urinary tract infection. Doctors prescribed some antibiotics. She hopes they will be delivered this afternoon.
Then they served breakfast. I had pancakes and sausage. Coffee didn’t wake me up though because I fell asleep. I slept without any weird dreams . I woke up in time for the Coffee Social at 9:30.I ‘m in the Fiesta Room now. First cup of coffee is working its magic. I feel somewhat better but I hope I can get a second and a third.
3:35p.m. They didn’t have a big crowd at the coffee social. I was lost in my own Stephen King world anyway I read a particularly gruesome chapter in Black House. I had a hard time with it because of the subject matter. It was about a serial killer torturing a kid Ty Marshall he had kidnapped I couldn’t read this part and had to stop. The story was making me sick and depressed. But I had my two cups of coffee and left early.
I talked to Chococolatechip when I got back to my room. She wasn’t in too good a mood. I was telling her about my book. She said I need to stop reading that shit. She also said the part about kids being tortured was just sick. Chococolatechip could never read anything like that. I said Stephen King is not for everyone. She said he is not for me because I get depressed and have terrible nightmares.
Later on we had a tad bit of an argument. After talking with her she sent me some messages. Chococolatechip was bit pissed because she was very depressed and I didn’t respond. I should of said something then but being the asshole I am started reading that blasted book. Later on we made up (I hope). I think she felt a little bit better after we talked.
Speaking of blasted books I went back to reading Black House. Inread one more chapter. Damn me I said to Chococolatechip I’m not going to read it anymore. But I’m drawn to that story. I have to find out the ending. I think it does end happily. I read where Tyler Marshall killed his tormentor. He is changed in some !ind of shed but I think he will be rescued. I hope to find out tonight .
But I am going to give King a rest. I read three of his books this year and that is enough for a while. I have a John Grisham short story entitled Witness to a Trial. Grisham is another favorite author and this should be a good break from horror novels.
6:15 p.m. I talked with Chocolatechip. We are on good terms. She was in a lot of pain thanks to urinary tract infection. I said your body is fighting the infection. That is probably why you have been sleeping. She said she was feeling better but is still under the weather. I’m glad she isn’t mad at me. She asked of I’m still reading Stephen King. I said yes but I’m going to give him a rest when I finish Black House. She said good I also said I have forty more pages to go. I should finish him tonight.
We talked until they served supper. I had meatloaf, Lyonnaise potatoes and green beans. That made me bloated so I didn’t drink the coffee. I had four cups today and that was enough.
Another day is coming to an end. Despite the minor spat with Chocolatechip it was a good day. I’m going to have a good night reading Black House. I hope to finish it tonight. I hope I don’t have nightmares.
8:06p.m. I finished the book. I did not like the ending. But overall Black House was great story. This makes 18 books read so far this year. I’m two books shy of my yearly goal. I’m proud of myself.
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