This evening we’re scheduled to get our 4th booster. Not sure about it but figured wtf. We’re over 50. Not sure what else we need to consider. Chop chop!!
Hoping for no whammies. I had minor reactions to 1 and 3 with #2 knocking me for a loop. I’ve delayed as long as I could. Of course no one is holding a gun to my head. I could still say ‘no’. If it were up to B, we would’ve been in line on the day #4 became available. He kept pestering me to make the appointment so I finally did.
Yesterday sort of sucked for reasons that don’t impact me directly but are troubling all the same. Another sudden death of a coworker. Then my mother in law is back in the hospital. She and my father in law are tag teaming their time there.
B was supposed to take her to a routine follow up with her kidney doctor then swing by the bank for administrative reasons. Instead the appointment turned into she needs to be admitted. Like Yesterday! Another reaction to medicine or dehydration or both.
We all know why she’s dehydrated. She only drinks her “bubbly”. A hard case. Sad but true. And why am I airing our dirty laundry to the world? The silence howled. Yep, my one liner from May 18.
Keeping these churning thoughts inside is giving me an ulcer or worse. And this little bit is only the tip of the iceberg. I’ve already filled three pages in my new spiral. CBT is helping.
May is mental health month. Truth be told we need mental health as everyday all day living. Focus 🧘♀️ ohm ohm ohm. We’re all unique and whatever works for you do it!
Alrighty. Lemme let ya go. Going to turn this frown upside down.
As always more to come.