Here I Go

Sabrina Isabella
As a tiny baby.
I miss her every day.
Jodie is named after her.

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Here I go

 

~ The world is getting to me.

More than it normally does.

Little things.

 

~ Having to fill out required insurance surveys.

Stupid and so wrong.

When I said No to being worried about stress,

in the end it says I am very stressed.

How did they get it so wrong.

Now I'm stressed over the dumb survey.

Had to do it or they'd up my rates.

Was made for the employees but the partners

or wives have to do it also.

Only they didn't change the wording so the

answers are dumb.

I got a notice that someone will be calling me

as my number was too low.

Oh, you can imagine that call.

I'll be giving them my opinion and it won't be pretty.

Cause I'm not in one of those moods.

 

~ My heart meds, I think, are causing me to gain weight.

I don't need any help in that area.

Always have had a problem with that.

Since I've been on my second heart med,

I've been gaining just cause I'm breathing.

It's getting to me. Really getting to me.

 

~ It's dark by four thirty. Yes, I spelled it out.

I hate this. And, I don't use that word often.

Since my coma, seven years ago, I don't see well

in the dark. Thus, I don't drive after it gets dark.

No, I don't live on a bus line.

I do all my driving in the mornings.

Getting everything done by afternoon.

That's why I like Spring and Summer.

I can do things until almost nine.

I'm lucky I don't work.

I'd be stuck.

 

~ Had another call from my hospital.

Two actually. Getting me all ready for my surgery.

I cried yesterday when that person called.

They asked me a question.

I didn't know the answer.

I was so upset after the call that it got to me.

I called back later with the answer.

Damn coma. What I call the coma left overs.

Not being able to see and not being able to think.

 

~What else.

 

~Oh a relative of Mr. Boatman's sent an email

asking for us to donate to their trip.

Yes, it's to go volunteer to another county.

No, not the latest disaster one but some place else.

Normally I donate to anything but this is from a girl

that doesn't talk to me at all at family gatherings.

She doesn't say more than hello to Mr. Boatman.

I just don't feel like helping to pay for her trip.

I looked up her facebook site.

I wouldn't know her if I was standing next to her.

See, I'm irked at the world.

 

~ I was at a loss today.

Didn't know what to do with myself.

I have two weeks and then my surgery

will have me home for at least two weeks.

Can't go anywhere. Home.

So, I'm thinking of everything that needs to get done.

Like my roots. Every time I have surgery,

my roots go wild and I end up looking so scary

that even I jump away from the mirror in horror.

My plan is to try to get it done two days before

I go in. Only it's Thanksgiving and well, I'll change

that to a few days before that cause turkeys aren't

known for their hair salon talents or are they.

I don't have turkey but I liked saying that.

We have spaghetti.

 

~ And, there you go.

I will now get the laundry since it sang to me.

My blanket was all furry from Jodie Belle.

That darn Collie what was she thinking.

Now, that one made me laugh.

 

I'm doing fine over here.

Just needed to vent.

Dam world gets to me some times.

 

Purrs and Furs to all,

~ JC ~