We are slowly getting back to “normal” around here. A few days after we got home from Virginia, my slipped disk in my shoulder/neck (that I’ve had for at least 20 years) flared up really bad. I went to the ER to get some relief. I usually have a mild to moderate flare up a few times a year, but nothing I can’t handle. This time, I couldn’t even move. The ER gave me some intense pain meds and sent me home.
On a side note, I guess some people just don’t have the body chemistry to be a drug addict. Because when I was on the morphine and dialudid, I did NOT like it. I got so nauseous and hated that loopy feeling. I can’t imagine ever wanting to repeat it and take those again.
But I guess some people don’t understand “food addiction” like me and wonder why I can’t just put the dang chips down.
House is being tidied, with Art’s help, as I rest my shoulder. We moved around some money/bank accounts to be ready for another adoption match. My heart is starting to heal.
Every once in awhile, though, I get angry. I want to yell “give me back my kid!”
And before the baby, I was calm and just not worrying about the timing of our second adoption. Now that I’ve had a taste of baby, I want it to happen NOW. I’m anxious.
I need to let that go.
Summer here’s. It’s been beautiful out. We have season passes to six flags. Money’s tight, but we have enough to get by which is more than many people in the world even have. We have a roof over our heads, food in the fridge, a good car that’s paid off and some $$ in the bank.
I’m going to relax so I can just enjoy the rest of my favorite season