(Banging my head against the wall....)
How can 3 damn sore fingers and a sore damn shoulder tire me out so much? Physical Therapy equals frustration. More damn tests and joy, of joys a MRI this Thursday. This week is filled with PT and damn doctors. The sinus surgeon guy is Wednesday (about damn time) and they'll probably find of sh*t loads of nothing. Which actually is way better than Something. Or worse, Something Awful.
Last weekend's (April 30th-May 2nd) Depression was finding out I never got registered for the Cleveland Marathon. Bugger, bugger, bugger, f-word, f-word, f-word me with a f-word chicken.....Cried with anger and frustartion. Goes to show: never try to cheap it out. Just pay your damn entry fee and screw raising money for ACS.
You got to love Brothers. "Want my advice?" Yes. "How many more hints do you need that maybe you're not supposed to do it this year? There are plenty of other races out there...." OK, fine. But tell me how you get over the Failure Factor? I know I need to move to stay fit and I'm haven't been. Walking is hard. WALKING, for God's sake. I'm just so pooped. Pain is tiring. Come on, it's just pain, aching crap. WTH. Apparently it can be tiring.
Marty (another Male Relative) says it's my body healing. Well, I wish it would hurry the h--ll up.
Good news: the mobility is better in the fingers. I can almost type with all fingers, so that's great. Tons of mistakes, many of which really need to be on damnyouautocorrect. :-)
And I've had 3 paying gigs in the last 2 weeks, that is awesome!!! One very unexpected; a puppet show with J. V. I have to admit we're a pretty good team. He can serve them as hard as he wants but I will almost always be ready for a good volley back and forth. And I know that the puppets (him really) are the deserved stars. The play seems to be going well; a lot of talented folks are working on this show. Nice to be back on the boards. I've been doing a lot of presentations for the Humane Society too, interesting. Lots of little Girl Scouts. My demo puppy, Tucker, got adopted. I'm going to miss that little guy, loved him. I hope he got a great home.
And the sun is finally SHINING. About d---n time. So, yes, there are parts of life that are very good. I heard recently any day you wake up is a good day. So they are all good! And yet, I'm frustrated that I have to basically start over from almost Square One, physically. Part of me is wallowing, the other part is saying Get. Over. Yourself.
Mims, as we've discussed, I WELL KNOW how hard it is to begin at the beginning. Have done it any number of times, and am doing it again now. Patience is not part of our DNA, but I guess we've got to graft it on to ourselves somehow.... anyway, just put your arms around yourself (gently now) and give yourself credit for all that you are and all that you do, which is pretty spectacular in my book! xoxoxo
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