I am so excited - do you see that little heart and exclamation point above? That has been my signature ending to all letters, cards, notes and gifts to anyone that I love for all of my adult life. Finally - I have figured out how to put it here, in puter world. It isn't perfect, I wanted the heart to slant to the right like the ex point, but I couldn't make that happen. But that's okay with me, I'll take it just the way it is. And yes --- I know, I need to get a life. Such a small stupid thing for the rest of you, but a giant step for an old, not at all computer savvy grandma like me.:)
And the rest of my life is as before. Too much happening for me to keep up, pain is my constant companion, yada, yada, yada. Nothing changes in that part of my life, unless it gets worse, which it is, each and every day. A visit with my main pain doc yesterday only further proved that my insurance company rules my treatment, and so far, there is nothing being done.My dr's staff did get on the phone with my insurance company while I was there yesterday, so that some progress in the treatment plan can be made. My place of insurance hung up or disconnected them NINE times. NINE. The very patient nurse kept redialing, finally a person was on the other end. Clearance at least for me to see the required therapist, so that I can be deemed FIT for the spinal stimulator. Hopefully, I will be able to see that doc within a week or two. In the meantime, new/more meds, a new cream, ugh. Just someone, shoot me now, okay?
Saturday. I feel the Saturday love.
Lots to do. Oldest son in coming back from Colorado this next Wednesday, to work in the Iowa City area for a month or so. I am so excited to see him, but the distance between there and here is about an hour and a half and logistically it will be difficult, at best. Plus, he will be flying back and forth between here and Fort Collins each week, trying to run two Cheba Hut stores. He is a killer, kick-butt restaurant manager, and I couldn't be prouder of him. However, this stint will be difficult, and to top it all off, he and long time GF have broke it off, so his spirit is a bit down. I have the utmost faith in him and his abilities so I know he will be fine, but lets just say that it isn't hurting me too much to have him at least in the same state as old mom here, and I will see him at least once or twice a week for awhile. When any of my children's hearts ache, mine aches too. Whoever said "a mother can only be as happy as her unhappiest child" was apparently an obsessive mother like me, because they SURE got that right.
Plus, we are still moving. Two weeks from today. My physical location life is a huge mess and I mean that in the truest sense of the word. I still spend my days sweeping up cat litter and hair, wiping down now-bare surfaces, etc. However, it now feels like I am rearranging chairs on a sinking ship. I do question myself about it daily, but I suppose I am a creature of habit, and living in dirt is freaking impossible. I am near my psychotic breaking point over dirt and cat hair and things not in their right place. I want this move to get here and behind me, but still I have little energy to accomplish much toward that goal. Blenheim. I suppose it will all come together but I may just completely lose what little sanity I still have left beforehand.
And I have to have a place to put oldest son when he is here. When things are all perfect in my living arrangement, there was little room for another body, but now----with Mark here and all things in constant and total disarray, it will be interesting. Frankly, I will do whatever to have my kiddo here, so it will work out. I just don't know how yet.
Today, I will be back at it. Plus, the grocery store. YEA ME!
Happy wonderful Saturday friends!