Who Does That?
Not to be confused with B asking me “Why do you do that?”
Who is stupid enough to send a planner on a Friday, at the end of the day for a meeting next week with a vague generic subject line?
But Really?!??! You couldn’t wait until I was gone for the weekend?
Who Does That?
Mean evil masochist who wants me to worry for 72+ hours.
Like it or not, in the absence of evidence people make stuff up. Human nature wants to assign a reason to everything. Without thinking too deeply, we fill in the blank when details are left out. Just how our brains process things.
I hate that I do that. I am an anxious person. Always have been, always will be.
I know in my heart this … this stuff is inconsequential. I am likely deflecting about this bullshit to avoid facing other bullshit that needs my attention. Change is inevitable. To me, change is GOOD! I am very easily bored which is why I am always on the lookout for something new. Somehow feels very personal, even if it isn’t. Guess it’s about time for me to put up or shut up.
Though as the saying goes, Don’t you cut off your nose to spite your face.
Yippee Ki Yay Muther Fuckers.
Calgon take me away.
The following first appeared on FB three years ago. After some quiet time here is more from the aftermath of the fall. Also means we’re approaching the anniversary of the terrible awful. I’m going to treat myself to some infused tea. Chasing the willies away.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! okay, now I feel better.
Semi-not-so-good news. Kevin Bacon’s nose job did not take.
B has been having headaches and still so much pressure which was supposed to subside. He was told at least six months but next Monday it’ll be five months from the ‘nose job’ and he was having so much pain that he made an appointment for today.
If worker’s comp approves, he will have a septoplasty and turbinate surgery on 10/1 because everything is still all jacked up in there. From the outside there is no clue that anything is wrong but from the inside we have to remember his face was fractured, pulverized to quote the ER doc.
Don’t get me wrong, we know he was blessed. His injuries could have been so much worse and this can be repaired. While there are things beyond control, we get to control our reaction. We will be looking for those silver linings again. The sunshine and roses are out there, I just know it!!!!!!
If you see me and I appear a bit stressed, it is because I am. I am holding it together one day at a time. Cliche but true, this too shall pass.