Okay... Where do I begin. Usually I change the text to the largest possible because it can be difficult to see the small print but today I can see it fine... hope you can as well.
I suppose today doesn't really begin today.... I suppose it began last night.
I didn't go to church last evening. Maybe it was because I didn't feel good and maybe it was because I wanted to have a minute alone by myself at home.... I'm not sure which had more bearing on my decision but that is beside the point. I didn't go to church and I was able to get a few things finished around the house that needed to get finished... or at least move them along in their process. ( it always seems like there are dishes and laundry to be done... ALWAYS) I had to work of course so no rest for the weary.... I awaited my dear familys arrival back home
WHOOOLLLLY CRAP... did I tell you I was in a car accident? Oh well I was
and I have no vehicle.... so I am borrowing my husband's while he is borrowing
his parents truck so.......
I was patiently waiting for them to get home so I could leave for my appointment. I arrive.... not special or specific thing.... wait not true.... he said I did a very good job and his neck felt great ((( I am a Licensed Massage Therapist))) Then I head home.... home to laundry and dishes.... home to get my things together for work the next day as well as the things for the girls..... Home to an almost three year old who had a nap that afternoon and is not sleepy.... home to my new medication that knocks me out at night.... YAY. Almost three year old in bed with me because I gotta go to bed..... As for the evening, well I don't really remember it- I was sleeping. I didn't get up this morning at the time I intended to get up. My oldest had a nightmare and came into the bed with me.... she usually doesn't want to do the cuddling thing so I had to take advantage of that. I suppose I got out of bed before 8 sometime.... then I set to work... clothes out of the dryer, move from the washer to the dryer, load the washer, take my medicine, make some hot tea ( my FAVORITE) get clothes out for each of the girls, for myself, get Z's school things together. Now gotta wake up Z, get her started on her school work.
Our day progresses and we leave for KK's house- Z had her first guitar lesson this morning.... more accurately we were supposed to have it..... there was a wreck on the only road out of mount washington.... so back up go back to mount washington AND go across to 65 so that would have made us 20 minutes behind.... so we had to cancel that appointment... I mean it was with my sister and she IS important... I didn't feel as bad as I would if we were going to a professional and I had messed up their schedule.... you get what I mean... I was frustrated.. I put all that prep work for the whole day in and for what??? To not be able to complete an aspect of it....
( to top it off my sister said that she hadn't gotten out of bed yet because I have yet to be there at the start time of what ever "appointment" I made with her.... wow slap in the face )
So we head to my in laws and I sit around for a little while before heading to my sleep doctor appointment... yay new adventure...
I have narcolepsy with cataplexy and I have to go to the doctor for it... who woulda thunk!! ha I have been going to the same doctor since my diagnosis. Well he retired at the end of 2016 so I had my first appointment with the doctor he recommended for my continued treatment......
My appointment was at 11:45am... I arrived early and signed in...
So I had a whole paragraph typed out to describe the ongoings of the appointment but for what reason... I mean what do you actually care.....I have a crappy visit... I felt like I waited way too long and that it took too long to figure out how we should go forward.... maybe i should write it off because he had never seen me before and possibly didn't realize the time he was going to have to put in with my appointment?
Then again.......
Remember that car accident I was in? Well next stop of the day was physical therapy.... hmm well it was interesting... fun fact my right had grip test was 80pounds and my left hand was 60 pounds..... oh no!!! they should be no more than 10pounds apart IF at all because of my job. YAY me I actually was hurt in the accident... fun fact number two.... physical therapy hurts.... I've always heard taht but never had it myself so now I can official say that I was hurt by it.....
Then work!! With a taper shoulder.... taper so that it doesn't move correctly.... yikes... don't worry it went well I did my job no complaints.... at least none by the client... I was miserable. I swear if this pain in my shoulder continues I won't be able to continue doing massage therapy.... which sort of breaks my heart because I love it.
I get home and there is left over pizza for dinner. I settle myself into my desk chair and open up my computer... you see I had this grand thought that putting my day into words would help that maybe it would give me some satisfaction but as I go over the day in my head and i read the words I type I can't help but think who the heck cares.....
PITY PARTY!!! Just kidding. In all honesty though. I don't think any of it matters. Not a single person really knows what I think about it all and I don't think a single one cares.... If I told you ( like i did above) that one hand registers 80lbs and the other 60lbs and thats not good....how would you respond? Would you ask me what that means? or what that could mean for my life my injury my future? Do you a complete stranger think someone in my life who supposedly cares about me should ask those questions or am I over thinking this?
I suppose today doesn't really begin today.... I suppose it began last night.
I didn't go to church last evening. Maybe it was because I didn't feel good and maybe it was because I wanted to have a minute alone by myself at home.... I'm not sure which had more bearing on my decision but that is beside the point. I didn't go to church and I was able to get a few things finished around the house that needed to get finished... or at least move them along in their process. ( it always seems like there are dishes and laundry to be done... ALWAYS) I had to work of course so no rest for the weary.... I awaited my dear familys arrival back home
WHOOOLLLLY CRAP... did I tell you I was in a car accident? Oh well I was
and I have no vehicle.... so I am borrowing my husband's while he is borrowing
his parents truck so.......
I was patiently waiting for them to get home so I could leave for my appointment. I arrive.... not special or specific thing.... wait not true.... he said I did a very good job and his neck felt great ((( I am a Licensed Massage Therapist))) Then I head home.... home to laundry and dishes.... home to get my things together for work the next day as well as the things for the girls..... Home to an almost three year old who had a nap that afternoon and is not sleepy.... home to my new medication that knocks me out at night.... YAY. Almost three year old in bed with me because I gotta go to bed..... As for the evening, well I don't really remember it- I was sleeping. I didn't get up this morning at the time I intended to get up. My oldest had a nightmare and came into the bed with me.... she usually doesn't want to do the cuddling thing so I had to take advantage of that. I suppose I got out of bed before 8 sometime.... then I set to work... clothes out of the dryer, move from the washer to the dryer, load the washer, take my medicine, make some hot tea ( my FAVORITE) get clothes out for each of the girls, for myself, get Z's school things together. Now gotta wake up Z, get her started on her school work.
Our day progresses and we leave for KK's house- Z had her first guitar lesson this morning.... more accurately we were supposed to have it..... there was a wreck on the only road out of mount washington.... so back up go back to mount washington AND go across to 65 so that would have made us 20 minutes behind.... so we had to cancel that appointment... I mean it was with my sister and she IS important... I didn't feel as bad as I would if we were going to a professional and I had messed up their schedule.... you get what I mean... I was frustrated.. I put all that prep work for the whole day in and for what??? To not be able to complete an aspect of it....
( to top it off my sister said that she hadn't gotten out of bed yet because I have yet to be there at the start time of what ever "appointment" I made with her.... wow slap in the face )
So we head to my in laws and I sit around for a little while before heading to my sleep doctor appointment... yay new adventure...
I have narcolepsy with cataplexy and I have to go to the doctor for it... who woulda thunk!! ha I have been going to the same doctor since my diagnosis. Well he retired at the end of 2016 so I had my first appointment with the doctor he recommended for my continued treatment......
My appointment was at 11:45am... I arrived early and signed in...
So I had a whole paragraph typed out to describe the ongoings of the appointment but for what reason... I mean what do you actually care.....I have a crappy visit... I felt like I waited way too long and that it took too long to figure out how we should go forward.... maybe i should write it off because he had never seen me before and possibly didn't realize the time he was going to have to put in with my appointment?
Then again.......
Remember that car accident I was in? Well next stop of the day was physical therapy.... hmm well it was interesting... fun fact my right had grip test was 80pounds and my left hand was 60 pounds..... oh no!!! they should be no more than 10pounds apart IF at all because of my job. YAY me I actually was hurt in the accident... fun fact number two.... physical therapy hurts.... I've always heard taht but never had it myself so now I can official say that I was hurt by it.....
Then work!! With a taper shoulder.... taper so that it doesn't move correctly.... yikes... don't worry it went well I did my job no complaints.... at least none by the client... I was miserable. I swear if this pain in my shoulder continues I won't be able to continue doing massage therapy.... which sort of breaks my heart because I love it.
I get home and there is left over pizza for dinner. I settle myself into my desk chair and open up my computer... you see I had this grand thought that putting my day into words would help that maybe it would give me some satisfaction but as I go over the day in my head and i read the words I type I can't help but think who the heck cares.....
PITY PARTY!!! Just kidding. In all honesty though. I don't think any of it matters. Not a single person really knows what I think about it all and I don't think a single one cares.... If I told you ( like i did above) that one hand registers 80lbs and the other 60lbs and thats not good....how would you respond? Would you ask me what that means? or what that could mean for my life my injury my future? Do you a complete stranger think someone in my life who supposedly cares about me should ask those questions or am I over thinking this?
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