Yesterday was just not my day.
It started well enough. I got up at the heiney crack of dawn and went for my walk in a snowstorm. My phone thingie told me that I exceeded 3,000 steps (which was my daily goal for this week), so I came home a little bit frozen...but happy.
After a hot scrubby shower and a quick bag pack, I had about a half hour before it was time to head out to dialysis, so I stitched a little and made googly eyes at my Jersey Boy while he watched all of the March Madness coverage on the teevee.
My chair time, unfortunately, was a complete disaster again. I won't bore you with the gory details, but suffice it to say that my Monday was spent in pain, feeling woozy, and weeping quietly in a corner and feeling sorry for myself.
By the time I made it to the Targets for prescriptions and then home to CS2 I was just completely done. Rich left for pickleball and I headed to the big girl sleigh bed...where I clutched Stewey's blue blanket like some kind of lunatic, sobbed my pitiful little heart out, and fell into a deep sleep.
Today I am reeeaaallly hungover, so thus far I have managed to have my damn good, read lovely notes and emails from my peoples (that would be all of you, Dearies!) and watch the snow fall again. As soon as it's just me and the Chicken Sisters here today, methinks I might put on a little Flosstube, thread up, and just disappear into the Land of Happy Stitching in the Happy Chair for a bit.
Thank you, my friends, for all of your love and support. When I tell you that it is literally keeping me going...that is not an exaggeration. Every time I feel like just giving up I can feel you holding me up and whispering encouragement in my ear.
Onward, right? Today is a new day and I am determined to turn this Titanic around. Here's to a Terrific Tuesday for one and all...come tell me all about it!