Anyway, there is not much to report. I slept through my first several alarms (I have a slight phobia about sleeping through alarms. Parly, in thanks, to the rare day like today.), so my day started off a bit rushed, but it turned around quick enough that I was even able to take the time to make my bed before leaving for work. Work has been kinda eh today. We ran one to Big City today. She kept changing the complaint. I think saying that she was having mental issues should cover it. She had recently gotten a scary diagnosis, so the nursing home workers (who did not say what really qualifies as "recently"), Minion, and myself all feel that that news is probably the reason for all of this today. At least she was a lot calmer in the truck. And I got to drive. Which means that I got to listen to my music!
My Dr.'s appointment yesterday did not result in much stitching. I recently switched health systems, and I'm still not use to this new system actually caring about my time. I mean, how weird is that? Seriously though, a company that acknowledges that I am a person that has a life (such as it is), and that this life probably keeps me busy, is an odd thing, at least around here. When I had my taxes done, the wait was pushing 2 hours and that was with an appointment (the walk ins were escorted right back. Lesson learned: if I am dumb enough to stick with a company that I don't really trust and that charges outrageous fees, I should not make an appointment.). But I digress. I only got half of a half stitch in because my thread broke. And then my BP was a tad bit high because the nurse scared me half to death when she called my name. Seriously guys, my nerdy, bookish, introverted lil self literally jumped. At least there was only one other person in the waiting room. For some reason, when I sat down a few rows over from him, he moved clear over to the opposite side of the waiting room. I;m going to tell myself that it was just because he is an older gentleman and didn't want to risk contracting my cough (that is definitely partly due to asthma; the other part, I'm not sure about.). I'm pretty sure that wasn't why, but I was perfectly polite (I am well trained, after all. Thanks, Mom!), and I took a shower right before going there, so I shouldn't have stunk. Oh well, not my problem.
Here's the picture of the rows of the house that I mentioned in a past post + the half-of-a-half stitch that I stitched there:
Oh, just to talk some more about my general awkwardness, I went to Walmart after the Dr.'s appointment to pick up more allergy medicine. And, me being me, I decided to look at the magazines. The Aurora Walmart use to carry a whole bunch of cross stitch magazines, but then they got rid of them all. Because hope springs eternal, or some such crudoodle-ry, I keep hoping that they will magically bring them back!!!!!!! So, I'm bee-bopping right along, pushing my little cart, and cutting through a toy aisle to avoid people (its been too peopley in my everyday life lately.), I start to have an allergy/mild asthma attack. That progressively worsened. Now, the layout of this particular Walmart is convenient; the magazines are just a hop, skip, and a jump away from the bathroom. Specifically, the back restroom which does not have as much foot traffic. Also, I am like a lot of other asthmatics; for some strange, inexplicable, completely insane reason, we do not like to use our inhaler in front of people. Its like using the inhaler is admitting we have a problem. Which we do. Its just asthma for crying out loud!!!! Its not like we are doing drugs (well, I guess we technically are. But they are legal, prescribed-by-our-Dr-or-in-my-case-new-favorite-nurse-practitioner drugs!!!!!)! And, if the people around us would look up from their cell phones for 0.2 seconds, its not like we could hide the fact that we just might be having a real actual problem or something. I mean, pride will help you walk fast (comparatively speaking), but when it goes cough-choke-wheeze-pause for breath-try-to-take-a-step-rinse-and-repeat, you can't really hide the fact that everything is not, in fact, quite all right at that particular moment. Plus, my face gets more flushed than the only toilet in a building containing 967 women with smaller than average bladders, and my eyes tear up so much from the coughing part, that an exceptionally pungent onion would have been proud of the trigger's handiwork. Yeah, it was quite the entertaining experience. Except for the poor girl that I half scared and almost ran over. She was so polite too. Aside from slightly widening her eyes, she accepted my choked out excuse me (she technically had the right away), played it cool, and apologized for being in the way (she was not in the way; I just couldn't take a deep enough breath to get the words out to tell her that she was a perfectly delightful young lady that had the right of way since she was walking down the main aisle of Wallie World and that she was super sweet and polite when the coughing, crying, wheezing bumbling bookworm got in her way).
Yep, typical me in all of its class. Someday, I should write a book about all of the embarrassing stuff that has happened in my life. Except, such things happen at such an alarmingly rapid rate, that I tend to quickly forget them. Or maybe I like to live in denial and pretend that everything is perfectly normal and that I am not an embarrassment (I prefer entertainer) to society. Hmmmmm, yeah, I don't really care about the why of my forgetfulness, I just wish I could do the remembering so I could entertain folks better when I am either forced or choose to be in their presence. And so I could share it with all of youns here.
Well, I was hoping to get a nap, reading, writing, (I am not going to put arithmetic down, don't you go worrying about that!), and stitching in today. Instead, I've sorted through emails and read some blogs. I was going to take a nap, but both of the other trucks are out and if I try to nap now, we'll probably be guaranteed a call. And I don't want to get wet today. Usually I don't really care as long as I don't get soaked, but today the thought of being rained on has my face contorting into the same expression a cat's face does when you tell that the mop bucket of water is for their bath. That said, its raining outside and my eyelids are getting super heavy.....
I hope you are having a great Saturday!
Happy stitching (and napping!),
Emmy
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