I'm here. I'm alive. I'm trying to thrive. My oven broke (actually, brand new but didn't work). The first handyman dispatched was in Chattanooga (we live in Nashville). The second handyman found faulty wiring (my brother came up and fixed it). My last set of contacts ripped (got an eye appt and some new glasses, too). My headlight burned out (fixed it while I was at the eye appt). My mom came up to help out. She set off the burglar alarm by accident.
But the biggie is my nephew. My nephew is sick. He's only 18 months old. He has hydrocephalus. They referred him to a specialist here in Nashville. None of the rest of it matters in comparison to that.
I miss my husband. I miss "talking" to you guys. I'm trying to keep it PCP around here, but it hasn't been easy. My workouts have been suffering. The diet was tough with the oven out, but I expect to be back on track now. Breathe, breathe, breathe.
What a week! Good for you for keeping with it and finding time to blog. We support you!
ReplyDeleteThat is intense. But sounds like you're making it through just fine, I'm impressed, I don't think I could handle all that you are handling.
ReplyDeleteThinking about you Susan! So sorry to hear about your nephew, poor guy! We're breathe, breathe, breathing right along with you... :)
ReplyDeletehang in there Susan. only a few more days and your husband will be home!!
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