Made plans with some friends for a street fair that would be far too much walking without the chair, so I'll try get to try it out, and try not to run into too many people while figuring out how it works.
'The Girl in Question'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Good luck with the new transportation, Hil!
Yay wheel chair battery.
I need to start taking over coordinating my family for things like Mothers Day woth all of us.
But Mom makes a passing remark to my brother and then doesn't follow up until I insist.
Anyway instead of having dinner we are having lunch. Kind of.
One again my brother is late for a meal. We said 11:30 to noon and he's going to be here "soon" .
ARGH. I was bringing my wheelchair out to my car, and one of the wires got caught on something, and a plug disconnected, and I think one of the little prongs of the plug broke off, and now I can't get it connected again.
Oh, no, Hil!
I emailed the company to find out where to get it fixed.
I went to the food fest thing with my friends and used my walker, and made sure to stop and rest when I needed to, and it was fun, though tiring. And, looking at the connection that broke on my wheelchair, I'm pretty sure that I didn't fasten it correctly, though the instructions on how to fasten it didn't actually say how to do it, but that's why it broke. But, in any case, it's definitely something that can be fixed easily -- either straighten out the bent prongs, or just cut off the plug and attach a new one. Just need to wait for the company to get back to me to tell me where a certified repair place is, because I'm not going to void the warranty by taking it to a non-certified place before I even get to use it.
Hillary, what a pain. Glad you managed to have fun anyway.
Speaking of pain, I am in it. And whether it's that or hormones or whatever, I am super cranky and want to burn the world down. I may also be getting sick. So I'm going to take and Ambien and go to bed early because I have also signed up for a 7 am Pilates/cardio class across town. 15 sessions over four weeks. Lord help me. I guess I'm hoping it will jumpstart my fitness, get my days started earlier, and motivate me to quit smoking (again). And help with stress.
Now if I can just get out of bed.
You can do it, smonster!
I'm trying to be accountable, so I'm saying here that I'm going to get my bloodwork (cholesterol, thyroid, blood sugar) done ASAP. I knew I was overdue, but I thought it was by a year. No, it's at least 2 years. Sheesh.
Despite doing the 5K (and I *am* proud of my finish time, and proud of how much I trained for it, and I intend to continue with the walking and also add weights in as well) I've also been really tired for the past several months,* and have a few other weird symptoms that I'm giving the side-eye to, so before I see my doctor, I might as well get my blood work done to see if there's any legit underlying issues like anemia or diabetes or thyroid.
But what that means is that I need to actually GO get my bloodwork done. So I'll call tomorrow and see if I need them to re-send the order for bloodwork (since it's over 2 years old, I don't know if orders expire).
*(I know that 2017 is turning out to be even more stressful than 2016 was,** and stress can make you tired, among other things. So this might just be stress being a dick. But I don't actually think this is normal tiredness.)
**(The newest thing is that my mom has an aortic aneurysm that needs to be repaired ASAP. I know rationally that [1] these are actually common, and [2] the surgery to repair them is also therefore common and pretty uneventful. But irrationally, my monkey brain is screaming, because this is the WRONG parent to be having heart surgery. But my rational brain knows she's insanely healthy for a 70-year-old. [Shit, she's insanely healthy for a 60-year-old.] So she'll recover well after surgery. But my monkey brain is just chanting "heart surgery noooooo" over and over. My mom and stepdad are both worried, with occasional forays into FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT, so I'm staying rational and soothing for them. But man, my monkey brain is losing it.)
Anyway. Bloodwork. Yes.