Ok, so since I'm not good at the unknown, and I get that some people may be a little better at it than others... I ate almost a whole bag of Mint M&Ms and let's just say I was a little emotional today because of a 'visitor'. TMI whatever! I did finally harness the sugar buzz I had and kicked out a bunch of stuff.
Got to the medical supply place only to find out that I had to have Phyllis with me in order to get her braces, UGH!
Then we went to the doctor and her foot is healed however, she is still on crutches until a newly referred rehabilitation doc clears her for driving, no crutches, and no boot. ETA for appt: Jan 13. Can you say 'that's a little more than we can handle at this point'? So after a few phone calls hopefully one doc to another they will work it out, or we will look for a new doc. Thank you very much.
Then off to Kroger where there happens to be an overabundance of old people on carts who almost ran me over more than once, thankfully I am quick on my feet. Proceed to check out, a woman drops her bridge card, asks me to pick it up because she just got her nails done. I said 'no'.
I proceed to step on my favorite box of tide... Bridge cards, I had 4 jobs - went to school - get off your butt and make something of yourself box of tide (one day I have a feeling the sides might cave in). Blah blah (for the record, I'm not against bridge cards, I'm against a system that can be worked over without much effort, and I don't really believe it HELPS people get on their feet, but we will save that laundry for another day). Blah blah Word Vomit, calling someone a not so nice name. Leaving. Migraine. No Excedrin. Blah blah... Phyllis can't be in the play now, mom sees pain in daughter's eyes, would like to slap someone BUT THERE IS NO ONE TO SLAP! Hungry but if I'll eat, I'll barf, blah blah.
Then driving to be with my girls... God says to me - You live by faith not by feelings!
His mercies are new every minute (morning).
That's right. I don't know why we are here, but there's no point in word vomiting all over the place. I owe the cashier an apology (I will go and explain that it was not ok for me to behave in such a way!).
Yes, I am not happy, but I do have joy. I have a beautiful daughter who will be walking without the aid of crutches, who has a foot that IS healed.
And mostly, I have a God who loves me.
That is the truth.
He is the truth.
I am thankful.