Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Another day, another day


I am feeling much better than yesterday. I still have my good and bad days. There are fewer bad days. I was so tempted to take to the bed yesterday. Instead, after some homemade quesadillas and tomato soup, I went through the task of separating my clothes. Putting up the winter clothes, taking out the summer clothes and preparing the donation pile. I hit shuffle on computer for my music. I had a nice time. I am quite the clothes horse. My closet is now organized and if I get the new job, it will be easier to pack.

I am looking forward to this weekend. Even though, it has been awhile since I was around people on a constant basis. I am working on not being so isolated so I am taking toddler steps. This weekend is a big step. I found out yesterday that my mother-in-law has pneumonia and my father-in-law had heart monitor put on. They are really great people. My sister-in-law will take care of my son while i am away.

I can't wait until we know for certain about my son's medical condition. My husband is being so cautious now that I waiting for him to wrap JJ in bubble wrap. I am ready to take him to the park, go to storytime and visit folks. I am being patient until after the second opinion. Still no word on the job front. My father-in-law suggested I go work for McDonald's. I have no problem with working at a fast food place. But both my therapists and nutritionist agreed that it is not what I need now. So I have 15 weeks to find a job. Trying not to stress but take it one day at at time and one job search at a time. So all in all, I doing okay.

Daily dose
1. My mother-in-law rocks!!! I hit the jackpot in in-laws.
2. Gossip Girl is one the best guilty pleasures.
Bonus--Hilbert the cat.

1 comment:

  1. Glad to hear you're feeling better today :) I really wish you luck with the job search. I know how hard that is...
    Is "Gossip Girl" really good? I've never seen it, but I can't say I'm unaware of the hype!

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