Monday, April 15, 2013

EXHALE?

In the movie "Waiting To Exhale," one of the characters says when everything is "in line" and all is good, she will finally get to "Exhale."  She seems to indicate that she can't relax until everything is good and on an even keel. Then and only then will she finally get to exhale or relax.  

After being so in debt and on edge for many years, I am finally able to "Exhale," so to speak.  God has provided a way for me to live with my son, have a small amount of money in the bank and out of the RED.  PRAISE THE LORD.  Ween and I are so blessed to be able to favored by God.  

I know it's been over a month since I wrote, but there is so much to do and not enough "well" time.  Julie, Mary and Mock have all been so generous with their time in helping, but still...

Eye doctor appointment this morning, lasted almost 2 hours.  It only took 15 minutes to "measure" and check my eyes, but the remainder of the time was "wasted" on filling out forms.  I thought she was trying to get something published.  AND, if that wasn't enough time down the toidy, they will read the papers to me again when I have the surgery.  FUN, FUN, FUN.  I don't know when I've been so excited with anticipation.

We go to MAYO tomorrow for 3 appts - back, diet, and surgery.  I am getting tired of doing that trip.  I'm getting tired of Drs, in general.  I'm just "SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED."

Mock took Ween to his place because we will be gone 10-14 hrs and I don't like to leave her alone that long.  She loves him but she's never been to his new place.  I'm sure she will miss MOMMY.

My friend Barb, from Kentucky, sent me some new clothes for an early birthday present.  4 or 5 interchangeable tops and pants, 2 heavy warm-up suits, and new earrings.  She felt sorry for me having to live in an igloo, thus the reason for the sweats.  I've always suspected Charles was readying his place to become a Butcher, or meat locker salesman as the thermostat is usually VERY, VERY low.  He has compromised - It's usually reading 70-73.  I can ALMOST live in that.

Life being so short, I have to hang my new clothes and fold some old ones.  (I already miss Ween.)

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