My day was exhausting.
Will write about it tomorrow. Maybe.
Know that I survived my morning.
And my dead raccoon turned out to be a live possum, covered in shit. He has been removed from the property.
After hours of trying to get through to my doctor's office and continually getting a busy signal, I walked over there. My intention was to make an appointment for later in the week. (I've got afternoons off all this week.)
Their first available appointment was in 3 weeks.
I may have looked desperate.
She told me to take a seat, she'd squeeze me in.
After an hour and a half, I saw the doctor.
He asked me one question, "Hi, how're you?", and I had tears flowing. Hahahaha.
"I cry all the time," I replied.
"That's a shame," he said.
"It's embarrassing," I sobbed.
"Let's check your blood pressure," he suggested.
"OK," I agreed.
"Hmm, it's on the high side again. Anything going on in your life these days?"
"Um, well, I lost my job this Spring, my dad had a severe stroke and we moved him into a care home, someone robbed my house, then came back and stole my truck, and (sob, sob, sob) Drew moved ouuuuut... and I think I'm peri-menopausal."
He stopped typing and looked at me.
"You realize these are significant events, yes?"
"OK, let's get you some help to take it down a notch."
"I I I jjuussst want to sttttoppppp cryinggggg."
Oh my goodness.
Anyways, I had to walk through an overflowing waiting room, then walk home with puffy eyes and a red nose.
But, it's all good.
When I got home, there was a phone message for me.
I got another job offer! When it rains it pours.
I'm staying at Focus, but twas nice to know I have options, you know?
And then tonight?
My favorite 18 years olds came over and crafted at my kitchen table. THIS IS WHAT HEAVEN WILL BE LIKE. Sitting around tables with people I love, making things with glitter and ribbon.
Thank you God, for this good day.
Thank you for friends. And my family. And for pest removal guys. And craft supplies.
Thank you for my new job, a good hair day, chocolate chip cookies, the sunny afternoon, doctors with compassion, and text messages from my kids.
Thank you for unexpected phone calls.
Thank you for Advent.
Thank you for loving me,