My skin is peeling off. I just finished painting Tiffany's room purple. It was a birthday present. It's the latest amongst the many of too many things I do in attempts to stretch myself extremely thin! And speaking of thin....I think it's working! I've lost at least 15 pounds and I feel great! Well almost. It's been a rough semester. My classes have been great but my health has been a different story. I started off the first half of the semester with one almost continuous migraine. I cannot express how horrible it was. I still struggle but it's getting better. In the process of seeing my physician and switching around my medication, I complained of some stomach troubles. I thought it was from the medicine but the doctor said he though I needed to see a specialist. Unfortunately he was right. Sooooo, now, two weeks before finals with two term papers due and one more regular exam before all my finals, I have to have SURGERY! It appears that I have a stoned gallbladder and it has been that way for quite some time. The stones have been sleeping soundly (bless their little hearts) and not bothering me until this past year. In the process of all the testing, I had endoscopy done and they also have decided that my stomach empties too slow. So, after the surgery I have to go back to the doctor to see what to do about that. I told the specialist that I wanted him to take out anything I can live without while he was in there because I'm probably going to be hollow by the time I'm 40 anyhow....so, why not just do it all in one shot and get it over with?
Besides all of this...before I knew this was going to happen I got invoved with a couple of banquets. I am supposed to be helping with the planning on one. I am supposed to be the one delegating the other. I would rather be the delegatEE than the delegatOR. The reason.....because as the delegatEE I can decide I don't want to do it and I can just not do it (although I probably wouldn't do that). As the delegatOR when somebody decides to back out at the last minute........the job is yours to figure out and THAT IS NOT FUN! Especially when you have finals and surgery to deal with. So, one of my New Years resolutions will be to make sure that I am not the delegatOR for anything!
Okay so if that isn't enough....I decide that I don't have enough to do this week so I agree to let my daughter have a sleep over on the same day that I am planning to paint her room. Why do I let her have a party and plan to paint her room on the week that I have papers due and tests and an upcoming surgery? Because I LOVE TO BE TORTURED! I THRIVE ON IT! IT'S AN AWESOME ADRENALINE RUSH! NOT!
Anyhow, so, I took a test in history yesterday. I studied sooooo hard. I thought I knew the stuff. But, somehow, between here and school I must have shaken my head a little too hard because by the time I took the test ....all the facts that were organized nice and neat in their little compartments in my brain....well.........they all got jumbled up. So, I invented a few new wars and presidents and such. Needless to say I don't think the grade on my test will reflect the endless days and hours of studying I put into it. So, if that isn't enough....I go out and buy the remainder of the supplies I need to remove BORDER from my daughters wall.
Obviously, I have never done this before or else I would have known how ridiculous it was for me to assume this could be done in a night. So, I bought the chemicals soaked the wall...once...twice....and again..and again. Then, I scraped and peeled and scraped and peeled. I went to bed at 2:30 am with a migraine and every muscle in my body crying out in agony. I woke up twice with toe cramps....owwwieeee! Then, today, I painted over the border. I find it hard to believe that a doctor in Boston can remove a heart from a body, put it in a cooler, fly it to California, and put it in another person to save their life...but there is nothing that will take border off of a wall with ease! What is THAT all about?????
Okay so I'm trying to get the room finished up before Tiffany gets home...the clock is ticking and I haven't even made the cake yet so what do I do???? Since I have debris everywhere and I'm still in my sweats... I decide to tell my 13 year old son to read the box and mix the cake ingredients for me. BIG MISTAKE! He asks me to crack the eggs so I pick up the first one and drop it...not in the bowl.... on the coutertop and down the front of the dishwasher. Then I try again and I get it right. I go back to my job and leave him to his.. only to find out that he put the water in...the recipe called for water and he put in water....no specific amount. He just turned on the faucet and put water in it. Soooooooo that cake went down the disposal.
It is now 8:35 p.m. and cake number 2 is cooling in the refrigerator and there are about 9 girls screaming and running all over my house. I AM UNDER THE GRACE OF ALMIGHTY GOD AND IT IS TRULY SUFFICIENT! He may not give me more than I can handle but He sure does keep me close to the mark! AMEN!
Saturday, November 15, 2003
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