I'm stuck in our Dutch Harbor bunkhouse today, by myself because all of my friends who were here flew out yesterday. I could go into town, but it is a very long walk (or an expensive cab ride.) I could hitchhike, but that didn't turn out so well last time. So here I am, trying to get a bit of writing done, and still finding that my thought process is not as clear as I'd like. It does seem to be improving though, at least sometimes.
This is the worst thing about head injuries, I think: healing is so uneven. Some days are a marked improvement, some days I still feel like hell. Likewise, some days I'm in a great mood, and optimistic about the future, other days I'm depressed and worried about what happens when I get home. Mostly, I try not to think about that, though, and try to stay firmly in the present. I'm bad at this; it is something that I'm still learning how to do. It is very easy to live in the future, or the past.
Monday I fly to Anchorage for a couple of days, then I'll head to Seattle for a couple more, then I have to head home. At least I'll get to see my puppy, and the Monster, too.
Happy Saturday to all, and I hope everyone is well or getting there.
Good Easter Sunday Morning! It's back to work with me today... I still hurt like the dickens, but as the USMC says, pain is weakness leaving the body.
I'll go with that... or cry. I'll put on my big girl pants and do it like a Marine... even though I shall do so reluctantly. The right side of my face looks like I'm hiding nuts in my cheek, but that's ok too.
Did I tell y'all that my boss told me that my dental procedures are considered aesthetic medical care? Yes he did, sorta like getting treated for baldness. I laughed in his face and said, REALLY? Have you seen a bald guy who can't eat? How bad does it hurt your body when your hairline recedes? Has anyone's scalp gotten infected and swelled up like a balloon from male pattern baldness? He just stared at me like an ijut.
Oh well, I'm gonna sit here with old black Joe, he'll perk me up. I'd be lost without Joe, Tylenol, Ibuprofen & the cute little ice packs I found for teething babies... I'm going to be like a Marine today... a Marine with a frozen teething ring on my face. I guess one does what one must to get by.
I love y'all very much for allowing me to get this stuff off my chest. It takes away the power of the bad energy to put it all out there and not leave it all stuck in here.
I'll join Pat. With the break from the smoke, all the last traces of the meds have been leaving my body and I have pain that's building. I must be getting stronger too.
But as it turns out sometimes the universe indeed conspires to be kind to a body. I got to work and started up doing my stuff. One of my co-workers came up to me and asked me why I was there. I said, well, because I have to be. She hugged me and told me I look like a chip monk, then hugged me again.
She told me one of our regular customers left a prezzie for me. He left me a blend of hot coco mix he made himself, chocolate pudding and jar of Maraschino Cherries, wot I love. No it wasn't a romantic gesture, he's about 300 years old and a retired Army man, he's a staunch right winger who thinks the POTUS is.... well, let's not get political. I digress, . I often have to tell this man that I respectfully disagree with him and remind him that I am on another person's clock and can't discuss politics on it.
Even though I think this guy is a little off his rocker, I love him to pieces. I appreciate all that he's done, I admire his strength, if not his power of reason.
I nearly cried... then the MOD (manager on duty) comes up to me and asked me why I was there. He added that I look like a prize-fighter who got owned. I again said, because I have to be.
He said, no you don't. Patsy, he says, your doctor's note says you don't have to come in till the 1st. I said no, I told him to make the note to say I could go back to work today so the store wouldn't be short on a holiday. MOD says, well he made it for the 1st.
I was dumb-struck, then took off like a bat out of Hell. Came home, got into my jammies, made hot coco. Planning on eating pudding, brushing my tooth, then going back to bed... after I stop in here to share a bit of the universe working in one's favor of course.
Last edited by Patricia A; March 31st, 2013 at 02:28 PM. Reason: Predictive text fail.