Because I’m accountable to my co workers as part of an exercise challenge at work, I’m moving again. The goal is 6000 minutes by 11/27 between the eight of us. We’ve got 2750ish minutes so far as of the start of week two. Woo hoo.
Anyhoo. I was originally going to take today off. B had an appointment. Then late yesterday he got a text to reschedule. Doc’s flight had been delayed and he was stuck overseas. B is now scheduled for Thursday.
Anyhoo part two. My routine was off. I was out of sorts and needed to walk it off. Ya know to keep from crying 😢. And if you really wanna know how to keep from crying, trust me you don’t. Tears flowing release stress.
Speaking of stress. Here is the dialogue from the show I watched while I walked it off.
Guy: I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I eat fish and lots of fruits and vegetables. I exercise daily and I haven’t eaten ice cream in six years. Why am I the one who had a heart attack?
Girl: Stress caused your heart attack.
Guy: I don’t feel stress.
Girl: Yes you do.
Insert J-Dubs two cents. You’ve gotta let it out. Aaaaaaahhhh. Calgon take me away. Guess what bloglandia? You’re my stress relief ❤️ 🎃 😎
B: Jill really? (Points to TV tray)
B: That’s three days of orange peels.
Me: I do that on purpose.
B: You do not.
Me: I do! Orange peels smell good.
B: Not anymore.
B (continued): You sure you’re not just being lazy?
Me: Not this time. Hehe 😉
My mom used to make a concoction with orange peels, cinnamon, and cloves. I never got her recipe but I’m the diffusing queen. Close enough and
I do have a few good memories.
Dr. AB Ce: Mr. Free (his attorney) is trying to get him out and back to his group home. I am trying to verify what he told me. Do you know his diagnosis?
Jenny: Yes, childhood schizophrenia. He heard voices, mainly Jackie Turner, a race car driver, played off as an imaginary friend. Our mother covered up everything. We only found out the official diagnosis after she died.
Jenny: (holding back tears) Benjy’s caseworker told my dad and me the extent of Benjy’s disabilities. We sat in stunned disbelief. I talked to my mom every day. She never mentioned it. Dad kept saying Are you SURE you didn’t know?
In a whisper, she never said anything.
Jenny: Shortly after that meeting, Benjy went into the system. There was nothing in River Town. Capital City is more progressive. You know the slogan … keep Capital City strange.
Dr. AB Ce: (laughing) We are very bongos. Anything else? Besides schizophrenia? How are his faculties? Has he ever sustained a brain injury?
Jenny: Hmm Let’s see. He can’t read or write. He was hit by a bus. Knocked him out of his shoes. He had a concussion. His hip was never the same. He was always very clumsy. He had special shoes and leg braces as a kid.
Jenny: (continuing) I think his birth mother was a drug addict or alcoholic. My aunt said as much and Mom quit talking to her. He didn’t walk until well past two. Did I mention the corrective shoes? I am sorry I’m repeating myself.
Dr. AB Ce: Wait! He’s adopted? Hold on Jenny.
Jenny doesn’t hear Benjy, but she knows he is there. She hears Aww, that’s okay, don’t worry. You’re doing fine.
Dr. AB Ce: He just told me he’s sorry he forgot he was adopted.
- Put a tack in your shoe.
- Face the issue head on.
- Walk it off.
Ouch, a tack in the shoe is for passing a lie detector test and might actually bring more tears 😭
Meditation works but I can’t drop everything right now.
Walk it off! Yes! But of course today is rainy. I’m sugar; I will melt.
This people pleasing non confrontational neurotic mess (PPNCNM) prefers to be an ostrich. So much for ISFJ and Myers Briggs. I’m so freaking tired 😓 y’all. In my head too much and likely making stuff up! Likely not! All my crazy assumptions are true! No ass of u and me.
Though I do feel better having written this mini feel sorry for me ploy. Gets the noise out of my head. Maybe write the feelings out should be #5?
Happy Halloween 🎃