All over the floor in his dark bedroom this morning and I step right into it, then back up into more. Shit (literally). Here I go again. That’s how my Monday-ish Tuesday began. Those dogggggssssss…..
Dropped The
Boy off, then headed to school with Maggie. I’m feeling like I’ve lost my light, my sparkle. I think when the boobs started to increase in size they pushed my sparkle right out. There’s not room for both boobs and sparkle, it seems. I headed up to my school site, planning how I was going to squeeze everyone in today since I had an appointment at 2:40. As I walked in, I saw signs posted that today was a minimum day and school was over by noon. Well, that takes care of that issue. Saw two kids and headed to group.
At the doctor’s visit, I was told that my back issues were chronic (no shit) and that the CDC had determined that the medicines I have used in the past can no longer be used for chronic issues. Fan-fucking-tastic, CDC. What do you folks recommend I do so that I can work until this is resolved (if I ever get in to see an orthopedist)? Until I can get an injection (soon hopefully), she is giving me some prednisone. Hopefully an injection will last until the specialist. They had me see another NP this time…have I become “that” patient?
I headed to the grocery store looking for 3 things. I found 2 of them. The 3 item was sold out. I tried to find a store employee so I could ask a question but found no one. Looked all over the store. No one at the cash registers, either – again the few lines in check-out were 5-6 carts long (this has been happening frequently at these stores). I put back all my items and left. It’s the principle.
Drove Lizzie to the mechanic. She’s getting her heart rebuilt so she can take us to Moab (or wherever). The owner of the shop said I could work on her at his house over the summer so if I run into problems, he’ll be right there (I explained how I am “overly enthusiastic sometimes” – I didn’t tell him how I opened the sliding door so “enthusiastically” that I rolled it right off the track). J-Ber picked me up and dropped me off at home, where I finished making the spaghetti. The kids and I had a nice time talking, then cleaning up the kitchen together. If it had been raining and my boobs were 1.5 -2 cups smaller, it would have been a perfect evening.
Pictures: Lizzie and I off to get her heart rebuilt; This is almost like the Dead’s “Box of Rain”, so I had to buy it.
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