Yesterday Toti Nonna and I got soaked, nearly drowned !!!!! it rained so hard. Down to our understuff, down to the phone in my pocket. The jacket wasn’t really meant for rain or its repelability is completely gone. My favorite shoes are still wet a day later.
So I need a new phone and go online and order through our portal.
An iPhone 7.
Denied, we can’t order the 7 we can only order the 6S so I can’t approve this for you.
How blessed am I with a boss that says WE can’t instead of YOU can’t. And then hurries me along and checks in to insure he can approve in time for me to receive the next day (so far the receive part hasn’t happened). I barely know him, I barely see or speak with him but I am incredibly grateful for the way he makes his way in the world.
Getting dressed for a business meeting yesterday was a drag but I’m one of the few people who really enjoy my meetings. My problem was the movement yesterday. It still hurts like hell from Sunday and years of improper movement and the deterioration of neglect. Why did I neglect so many things? Yes I know why but my reclamation has begun. With some bumps and frustrations, a bit of pity and foot stamping but it has begun…
The day before yesterday was not a day to be around me, my aches and pains were thick and my patience was thin. I had no use for a grown ass woman who can’t ever remember her key. I really had no use for anything but at the end of the day, the very end of the day all the good started to outweigh the bad. In small ways, like fresh figs and ricotta or a comfortable position on the other end of the couch, or an exceptional visit with Gramma and Toti that brought good news of her coming home. And, yes, even the experts especially the ones I’ve been cursing and second guessing lately.
When you’re an expert, at what point is what you think you know so well no longer the truth. When someone says something changed yet you continue on. Do you continue with that expert? My hesitation, my leeriness aside, I called for an appointment.
When brutal honesty mixed with pain and kindness are put to use, common ground and understanding, even a good laugh, start to emerge. There is no one or the other cure or care for your condition he says, but there is interim and complimentary care. There is more and better. There are ideas and suggestions and adjustments (literally). Never once eluding to the fact that this is really all about old age…albeit premature old age…just sayin.
At the end of the day relief comes in a myriad of ways. A clear mind, a better understanding, common ground, friends whose energy takes over when yours is low and restful sleep. And while my favorite dog walking/gardening shoes may never dry out I am blessed with a universe that is truly conspiring in my favor. I hold out hope for it all, including the shoes.