Ah the journey, the dreams, the train car’s of life. I am both enjoying my train ride, and suffering some also. I have not felt well for two weeks. So my blog and my responses to other blogs has suffered. I am getting back on my feet. Please don’t worry, it happens. Sometimes I am a dynamo of energy, and others I can’t get out of my own way.
Today I had another set of trigger point injections in my back. Those are painful long needle shots into the clenched muscles of my back. I almost passed out this time…they had to keep me a few times and do a few sets of vitals before I could leave. No problem, because while my back is sore right now, in a few days it will feel better than it has in months.
Work has been interesting. Crazy busy because we have a unit ( mine ) shut down and are trying to run an 11 bed unit out of an already busy 6 bed unit…next effect is they already had PT’s for the 6 bed unit and we now are shoehorning in another units PT’s and staff. needless to say, it is hectic and a tight fit.
I had a PT fall in love with me last weekend. A PT about my age, and female. She started out trying to hug and touch me..told her nurse I had a “great ass” and made several other suggestive statements. When I went to help the nurse get her out of bed I had to ask the nurse to help pry the PT off me…she was hugging me and trying to dance with me. Some what unnerving.
I don’t play many games on the computer or IPad anymore…I mostly read books when I get free time…I am working my way through the whole “Harry Dresden” . I don’t know why I lost interest in my word games or such…guess after a couple years I am played out.
I love what I do. I have no plans to quit, I do plan to stay in my most favorite unit a very long time. But Ron and I are trying hard to figure out what we should do for our future…like should we stay here, buy a different mobile home, buy a house on a lot, buy land, go back to an RV. I admit I was so very happy in the RV. If we took the from the little home, this house, and the inheritance we could buy a Class diesel pusher to live in…But those have limitations, like limited space, no shop for Ron, no pool table for me, and worse…no bed room for James.
James has a couple more years of school I figure before he is ready to start his own life journey …on his own feet. Until then he needs us..needs the two people who choose to be his parents..not had to, but wanted to. So until then, unless he takes his life in another direction, we will stand by him and help him to achieve his goals, to make it in this world.
Well Good night. I have this weekend off and will be online, reading blogs and posting all weekend. Hugs