The Aching Bodies
It was just one of those days. Between my limping, old man husband, and my weeping, slightly crippled self, we were a certifiable mess today. Day 123. Not as easy as ABC. We woke up, still so inconveniently sore from squats the day before, and headed to workouts. When I picked him up 3 hours later, he slowly climbed into the truck, explaining that maybe he shouldn't have thrown as hard as he did. But he couldn't help it- today, his arm just felt good! He's been paying for it ever since. The two of us have been hobbling around all day, but the discomfort decided to get the best of me. Between my toothache, headache, bodyache, and frustration, I crumbled into a thousand tiny little pieces. My mom did her best to console me, and it worked for awhile. But it all boiled over when, after figuring out that no dental insurer offers an immediate PPO plan, my blow dryer decided to break. So there I was, with sopping wet hair, eyes watering over our dental situation, and desperate for sleep. Looking back, my reaction was certainly over-the-top, but when you're caught in the moment, things just happen. While I slept, Adam snuck off to the store, found me a new hair dryer, and purchased the items we're including in a gift basket for my little sister's softball fund raiser. When he got home, he showed me my surprises and then embraced the comfort of our floor. It'll be an early night tonight.
More? My dad started round FIVE of his chemo treatment today! Knowing that adds a certain perspective to my whiny days. He's got more than a toothache, and look at him go! Wahoo! Keep it up Dad! Oh, and another highlight: I got to catch up with an old friend who I've been missing for a while. Sometimes, it just feels good to be able to say "I'm sorry."
:) one hour twenty seven minutes and forty seven seconds on the phone...reminds me of old times
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