…like the moon during the day

Wine time.. Yip and it’s only Monday

Yeah, so there goes the “I’m not drinking during the week” idea… And it was going so baby stepsy well.
I actually had all the good intentions in the world, but with a shoulder set out and determined to put me in excruciating pain, along with several other parts of my back on the path to gifting me with ultimate pain, it’s been nearly impossible. 

So I finally sucked up the courage and made an appointment at the chiro… Well… With excruciating shoulder pain that made me feel like I want to faint and at the same time throw a 2 year old screaming tantrum, I wasn’t left with much choice.

So, appointment made… Easy

Quickly after work… Doable

Arrive early… Of course ( how do you know me)

Thinking… Am I seeing a man or a women…

Anxious…

Women… Yay, better…

Then she asks me to put on a gown. NOW.. As most of my friends know, I have a little issue with strangers touching me, let a lone having to strip down and wear a hospital gown.. Not ideal

Underwear..  Damn, should have put on some granny panties..

Socks.. Not holey, smell fresh.. Ok, ready

Then the fun part starts, she tells me how stiff everything is, tries to converse to keep my mind of what’s coming. Sadly I know this drill too well. After the sound of bones cracking to the point where the lines of “are they breaking or being reset” are blurred. Or maybe it seemed blurry because of the involuntary tears that shot to my eyes.

None the less.. Done.. “you will feel very bruised, you had a lot that needed to be set”

Yes lady, thanks, now let me go. Stoked that I need to come back for the second instalment of this amazing pain inflicting session.. NOT.

But hey, she was amazing,  did an amazing job.. It’s just the process. Two more and I’ll be good as new for a good long while.

But as the pain is setting in and I know without any doubt I am going to suffer a slow painful demise tomorrow..  I will stop whining and start wining.

I need love and pudding and wine.. And chocolate…  Maybe flowers… Soooo not feeling sorry for myself at all.  Lol 😁 

It’s all a matter of choice

😝

Silly question

I need more of both!

Puddles

Puddles… What a day. I wish I could blame the tea, but after two consecutive nights of very bad sleep I just could not get myself to sip on anything other than coffee.

I had a ginormous cup of the glorious green monster yesterday morning but it left me feeling a little weak and shaky so I opted for a break.

It’s strange that a small task like writing a letter or meeting with someone can evoke such a stressful feeling in oneself. Sigh… Glad today has come and gone. It wasn’t chalenging, did not pose to stimulate large quantities of mental application, but it was super difficult to say the least.

Like I said, puddles.. I feel like a puddle of emotions all squished together.  I have come to believe that the human body has not been designed to experience so many different emotions all at once. And I’m a women, we are basically all emotion anyway, but there is a limit…definitely.

My mom has just completed a part time human resources course and missed her distinction with 1%. I feel so proud.. Another emotion to add to the already overflowing bag. Excited to go home and see my oh-so-gorgeous other half… sad to leave work…happy that the coffee is nice and sugary…unhappy because I scoffed a bag and a half of chips….delighted that I left half a bag of chips without finishing it… Unsettled because I have so much to do…accomplished because I managed to do tons today…

Puddles I tell you.. Big sigh. Definitely going to go sip on a glass of red ruby deliciousness.

Tomorrow is another day…