Today was a bad day. I woke up tired and in pain. My wonderful daughter Maddie was upset with me because I was laying on the couch while she watched TV. She wanted me to be “up.” I explained that clearly I was up. I was dressed, and not in bed, to me that means “up.” Clearly we have different dictionaries!
I started off the day with a bad attitude, and I’m afraid it isn’t getting any better. I can’t remember the last time I have been this exhausted, especially for no reason. I had promised Maddie I would take her to the bounce house, so I dragged myself there. Tonight I have to go help out at a activity for a group of girls from my church. I’m crossing my fingers that I magically gain some more energy between now and then. I love being with these girls, so I really want to be able to enjoy my time with them.
I am trying out compression gloves today on my hands. Supposedly they can help with the swelling and pain that has bothered me for a year and a half. I’m really hoping that is true, and that I don’t just look like a weirdo for nothing. I was in walmart with them on, and I suddenly had a vision of myself appearing on the “peoples of walmart” webpage with all the other freaks. It would be me and the lady wearing underwear and no pants right along next to each other. Ok, not really, I’m not quite that scary looking, but it could happen.