My Day, God Help Me
This is what my days are like lately. I got up at, oh, 8. I made coffee and then showered, etc., made my bed, decided to not do my exercises straight away but instead do laundry. Staggered down and up a couple of times then as I was waiting for a load washing and a load drying a nurse rang and asked if she might come in 45 minutes to give me containers into which I am obliged to deposit a Specimin.
As I was in the toilet prior to descending the stairs the telephone rang and rang (the OT of one visit moved my answering machine plug and now it doesn't work as this house's outlets are a letdown). It kept ringing long enough for me to answer it! It was Lucia and we chatted about... Erm... the suction cuppy grab bars I bought and the broken door of her van. Then I said I needed to go or I'd be mid stagger when the nurse arrived. I put clothes in the dryer and brought up the first microload.
The nurse arrived. She told me about having a tooth extracted ( she was very bruised, visibly so). I asked if she would get an implant, she said she couldn't afford to as the dentist said it was 2 grand. I said check around for prices and you are young and beautiful get an implant. She's 32 and, yes, beautiful.
She left and I finished my laundry, then made a spinach omelet and read the New Yorker. Then I frittered away some time on the internet.
I've been using a walker since December, which really frosts my cookies. Somehow I broke its left brake today. That is annoying. I'm very hard on things. Things include even my physical body, which takes a lot of smashing.
Oh, yeah, I rang the old neuro as the new neuro's wad of forms said I have to be responsible for getting my records. They said Have THEM fax a request so I rang them. They said How weird! We'll make sure we get them. They are literally across the street and both neuros were partners at one time.
Then I rang my dentist and put off my appointment.
I goofed around in Glitch (where someone was talking about having a tooth extract, bone graft, and animplant - it was a toothy day), then made a microwaved pot pie (did my exercises while it was nuking), ate, and now I'm lying in bed writing this on the pod.
It makes me unhappy to think I've missed so much of my life. I look at friends and what they are doing and I feel loss; it's like I'm a hundred years old :( I got sick 22 years ago. I'm so weary of this.
This is what my days are like lately. I got up at, oh, 8. I made coffee and then showered, etc., made my bed, decided to not do my exercises straight away but instead do laundry. Staggered down and up a couple of times then as I was waiting for a load washing and a load drying a nurse rang and asked if she might come in 45 minutes to give me containers into which I am obliged to deposit a Specimin.
As I was in the toilet prior to descending the stairs the telephone rang and rang (the OT of one visit moved my answering machine plug and now it doesn't work as this house's outlets are a letdown). It kept ringing long enough for me to answer it! It was Lucia and we chatted about... Erm... the suction cuppy grab bars I bought and the broken door of her van. Then I said I needed to go or I'd be mid stagger when the nurse arrived. I put clothes in the dryer and brought up the first microload.
The nurse arrived. She told me about having a tooth extracted ( she was very bruised, visibly so). I asked if she would get an implant, she said she couldn't afford to as the dentist said it was 2 grand. I said check around for prices and you are young and beautiful get an implant. She's 32 and, yes, beautiful.
She left and I finished my laundry, then made a spinach omelet and read the New Yorker. Then I frittered away some time on the internet.
I've been using a walker since December, which really frosts my cookies. Somehow I broke its left brake today. That is annoying. I'm very hard on things. Things include even my physical body, which takes a lot of smashing.
Oh, yeah, I rang the old neuro as the new neuro's wad of forms said I have to be responsible for getting my records. They said Have THEM fax a request so I rang them. They said How weird! We'll make sure we get them. They are literally across the street and both neuros were partners at one time.
Then I rang my dentist and put off my appointment.
I goofed around in Glitch (where someone was talking about having a tooth extract, bone graft, and animplant - it was a toothy day), then made a microwaved pot pie (did my exercises while it was nuking), ate, and now I'm lying in bed writing this on the pod.
It makes me unhappy to think I've missed so much of my life. I look at friends and what they are doing and I feel loss; it's like I'm a hundred years old :( I got sick 22 years ago. I'm so weary of this.
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