Each Day Already is a Challenge

Wacky Wednesday

Sure is.

I didn't make it to the church this morning. The pastor was quite understanding.

Why? Well...my ears were doing their weird thing again, for one. They still feel like they're burning. I describe it as feeling as if my ears are frost bitten or on the way to being frost bitten. That's really how they feel.

And my stupid digestive system decided to misbehave today too. Maybe if the pastor had been away from the office - like last week - I might have tried to go in. But...the church has a few maintenance issues. Like the women's restroom for the office isn't working. The men's room is - complete with urinal. And since we would have had to share and I might end up in there a few too many times, I decided I'd just keep folding the booklets at home. I also did some searching for bulletin illustrations from home.

Sigh.

Hubby called after lunch to check in. He usually does. Or I call him. I tease him if he doesn't call at the "right" time. When I answered today, he admitted to being late. In fact, he said, "I'm late, I'm late..." sounding as if he was going to complete the thought..."for a very important date."
Then he asked who said that.

I came right back with the Mad Hatter. There was some quick bantering about him having fibro fog. And I said something like..."I only have fog under certain circumstances. Like when I move from room to room." We both cracked up. (I'm sure he'll correct me if I'm wrong about what I said. I think he wrote it down. I guess in case he got foggy. )

It's true, though. That's why I mentioned taking a pad of paper from room to room somehow. We haven't figured out yet how to do that. But I have gotten better about grabbing a sheet of paper where ever I am and scribbling things so I'll remember.

Yeah. The Social Security folks are right. I should be able to work. Y'all wanna help me find an employer....who won't mind if I don't come to work when my ears are on fire or my IBS is acting up...and who won't mind if I forget everything one day and have a fantastic memory the next. Who won't mind that today I can't sit without being in pain. And tomorrow I can't stand without hurting. Or that my hands have broken out and I look like I have leprosy. Or my feet have broken out and I have to squirm 'cause I can't very well scratch them in public. What else? Hmmm. Maybe I should write a new resume and show my faults as well as my talents and experiences? That might make an interesting project.

I'm tired. Oh yeah. My potential employer cannot mind if I have to take a nap in the middle of the day.

Right.

Since I don't have one - an employer - I'm gonna go do just that. Take a nap.

If only someone would pay me for these goofy blog entries.

Bye guys.