The minute the words came out of my mouth I knew I was tempting fate.
"I don't think I've been this happy and content in a very long time", I thought to myself on Thursday afternoon. "For the first time in a very long while my heart feels a bit carefree and I am seeing light at the end of the tunnel."
Yeah, it was a light all right.
It was the headlight on the front of the train that hit me square in the gut and has me flat on my back with another diverticulitis flare up,
Jimminy Crickets, Dearies. Do you think I will ever figure out how to stop careening from one mishap to another, or should I just fasten my seatbelt a little tighter and enjoy the ride?
Antiobiotics and liquids are on board, I re-scheduled today's dialysis session for tomorrow, and I'm in the Happy Chair with the heating pad on high. I am showered and in my eighteen year old sweatpants, Spinster Stitcher t-shirt, and fuzzy socks...so no complaints in that department, and all seems to be semi-well for the moment.
My plan is to complete this and then switch to something different...perhaps the Shepherd's Bush band sampler?
So that's it for this particular Monday from these here parts. I hope your very own week is off to a wonderful start and that you are doing everything you want to do and nothing you don't. Come tell me all about it!