I wake up, and there is snow on the ground!!
I got to work, growing more numb by the mile. When I got to work, I realized it was not going to work. After a two hour work day, which consisted mainly of getting caught up on what I missed the day before, checking my voicemail, and packing up work to do at home, I got back in my car and drove my numb ass (and everything else) home.
I’m so sick of feeling like this!
*whine whine whine*
My MS doctor told me yesterday that the body uses a lot of energy to constantly mask and compensate for the nerve damage caused by the disease. In times of illness, injury, or STRESS, the body has to redivert energy to address those issues, leaving the underlying MS symptoms to run rampant. So, while this isn’t a relapse, it is a flare. It means that the disease isn’t necessarily progressing, just rearing its ugly head.
I am grateful for the struggle, because it means I still am here. Like wrinkles and gray hair, it’s proof of life. Wear it, endure it with pride. You’ve made it thus far.
When I got home from my appointment with my MS doctor (more about that later), before going in the house, I decided to pick up the dog poop. (Apparently we’re never going to get a freeze that will necessitate a massive spring poo clean up extravaganza, so I won’t save it all up for the first mow, like I usually do.)
Then, I started to scan my flower beds and plantings. Well, my rhubarb is coming up. My snow drops are up and blooming, but we knew that. My tulips are starting to come up, and my crocus are BLOOMING. Yeah. NOT GOOD.
So, while driving home from whatever errand I was doing this morning, I saw my husband and the dogs in the yard. They were playing with the Kong frisbee, which is one of Lilly’s favorite toys. She LOVES that thing.
I got out of the car, and Lilly dropped the frisbee. Right under her. Then, apparently, she remembered why she was ouside . . . and peed on it. She then went to pick it up. I swear, if she spoke English these words would have escaped her lips: “Who in the hell peed on my frisbee!?!?” She left it, and Kenny had to pick it up, and try to keep Ollie away from it as he brought it inside to be washed.
That’s my girl!
Okay, so we all know that there has been a certain, ahem, lack of winter so far this season. I’ve worn a coat ONCE. I have snow drops coming up in my front yard, all of my shrubs are budding, and I just noticed today that my rhubarb patch is starting to show red shoots.
Does this mean that summer is going to be brutal?
Shall I start digging a root cellar to hide in now?
So, I went to my micro-conference this morning, I had my directions in hand, and a pretty good idea of where I was going, having gone there as a passenger before. However, I forgot that exit 45 on Rt 80 is off of the local lanes. Oops. So, as I’m tooling along in the express lanes, I realize this. Then, since I apparently can’t follow written directions, I rely on my (actually quite good) sense of direction, and get my butt there, on time, in fact. :p
Tomorrow begins the first of many professional meetings for me . . . on my own. Moi, et nul autre.
This will be me reflecting ME and no other. I am who I am, unapologetically.
I am brewing coffee now in preparation.
In our unceasing quest to control Lilly’s behavior, she’s no longer allowed in bed with me (or by herself) until Kenny comes up. So, I have to listen to her breathing under the door. It’s been silent for a while, so I almost thought that she had given up and gone downstairs to be with the boys.
Then . . .
I heard her dog farts through the door!!
That’s my baby! 🙂