I can’t imagine that anything I write from this point further will be more random than the randomness that this post will turn out to be. Thanks, Stacy, for letting random be the norm and not just be considered bad writing. And Shawn for allowing us to get it all out at Talk To You Tuesdays.
To say that I am currently
frustrated, which I mentioned yesterday, is an understatement. It’s been three
weeks and I still really can’t go anywhere by myself, or do anything (nothing I
want to do except read and write). When you contemplate all the things you
“can’t” do that you “want” to do, you then want to do them all the more and
that’s just plain frustrating. I’m not being ungrateful because I am grateful.
I’m just being feeling sorry for myself and that’s not good and not like me.
Snap the “H-E-double hockey sticks” out of it.
I am also extremely over
caffeinated at the moment. Two large javas will do that to a girl and my
fingers are flying. My mouth would be flying, too, if I had someone to talk
with. My girlfriend stopped by (the one who brought the second large vessel of
coffee) and I just about got on my knees, pulled at her clothing and begged her
to stay with me. However, she brought
“devil dog” along and after tearing through my house with Addy for an
hour both soaking wet, I’d had enough. Now I’m lonely again :-(
Why can’t I just push an “on”
button for anything in this house and have that thing simply work? Turn on. I’m
not techie by any stretch of the imagine but I have a definite knack for
figuring things out and I won't let this computer,
Linksys, Mediacom modem SH$T get the better of me. But I also don’t feel like
wasting hours on the phone jumping through hoops to get everything to work. So
I picked up the phone and asked someone to help, to do it for me. Does all this
technology, wireless stuff annoy anyone but me?
Thank God for ponytails. It’s
the only thing I can physically do to my hair right now and I’m finding the
style very freeing. Before 3 weeks ago, I can’t remember the last time I
actually put my hair in one.
Do MRIs make anyone
squeamish? Claustrophobic? I have another one this afternoon for a torn rotator
cuff (this stupid accident really messed me up!). YUCK! I’m not either of those
two things but there is something terribly creepy about being shoved in a tube,
panic button in hand and no quick way out. I often wonder if anyone is really
manning the booth they hide behind in the other room and if I did push the
button or scream, would anyone be there to hear me? Today…I just might test it
out.
I need to buy new eyelashes
for the weekend. Never know when you might need them.
It’s not easy being off of
pain meds. I’m not sure that needs any more explanation. Hopefully the
nauseating pain in my shoulder and the results of the MRI will yield a new
supply. I’m not addicted, I swear!
What’s good on the tube right
now? I need things to watch, to occupy some time.
I’m so excited to be writing
a ton. But I’m not reading very much. Rats! I need to really dive into The
Hunger Games. I know I’ll get hooked and it’s just what I need but I can’t
seem to settle my mind into reading. Writing seems to be working better for me.
I’m bored with myself.
I can’t believe my kids go back
to school in less than one month. I’m just short of devastated about this. I’m
a “touchy feely” mom and they indulge me, usually. I will miss this horribly!
I guess my attentions will have to be directed elsewhere (begrudgedly?). Lucky
man!
I swear it’s like my neck is
in its own 24 hour a day personal hot sauna and it’s getting skinnier which is
not a good thing I’m thinking. If my posture isn’t stellar in 6 more weeks of
this, I’m going to be really P-O’d.
That must be random enough
for Random Tuesdays, right?
