Morning all, as the sun is rising, it is a lovely day outside. Young Master Duke and I spent a quiet half an hour out watching the squirrels and their twitchy little tails. Then the bugs found me, and since I hadn’t applied my lemon grass oil yet, I snuck back inside. I just took the last sip of my morning iced coffee, and I chuckled.
Yesterday, this flare and I had a documented discussion. The Hubsy was having the worst of pain days, and I didn’t realize that he had no clue to touch me on the shoulder. He gently nudged me a little to get my attention. I fully admit that when I am wearing my headphones, I can hear little else.
I screamed bloody murder and started crying. I freaked. Looks like another spot has decided to be extra ouchy again. He needed me to see if there was something available at the local Walgreens. Finally, I agreed, after calming a little.
They didn’t have what we were looking for, so I bought a couple of snacks, and moved on with my day. I also grabbed supper at the local fast food place.
Our order was a number 3 and a number 7. No pickles or tomatoes on the 3, make it a meal, large, with onion rings and iced tea. The number 7 needed mustard, tomato, and pickles added, a meal, make it large, with an iced tea.
The order taker was sweet, but slow. It’s okay, everyone starts sometime. I paid, and was given 2 straws. The manager took my money, and such. I thought nothing of it. I waited, and a young one gave me the meals, and I asked where my drinks were. The order taker had put in iced coffee, not iced tea. The problem? Their version has enough sugar in it to choke a horse.
The manager came over, and confirmed my order again, I still had the receipt. I explained that while my blood sugar was low, there was no way I could take those iced coffees, may I please get the large iced teas I wanted?
It wasn’t until I got home, that I realized that they didn’t make us two meals, even though the receipt said I ordered two meals. Sighs. I gave my Shuggie Lump the onion rings, and settled for the snacks and sandwhich. It was okay.
Shortly later, my husband texted me to please pick up his scripts at the pharmacy. I was trying to reply, when he came in asking if I got his message… In tears, I said, I’m trying to reply. I left, grabbed his scripts, and went to a convenience store to pick up an emergency pack of cigarettes, and some chocolate. It was that kind of day.
On returning to the car, I bumped the touchy shoulder. My arm twitched, pain flooded everywhere, and my hand went numb. I cried out a little, but tried to keep it calm. Whimpering, I got the wheelchair loaded back into the car, and headed home.
A rough day was had by all, don’t you know, and I came home. It took a dark chocolate mint kitkat to make up for the crummy day.
I suppose I better get back to work. I need to load and unload the dishwasher, and I want to get my sewing done. Hugs my friends, please be very gentle with yourselves. -L
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