I'm ready for this week (and weekend) to be over with already. Monday brought a very stressful, aggravating, and discouraging rheumatologist appointment (except for the agreement to go back on medication to help control complex migraine symptoms, hopefully at least some depression relief, and some weight loss along with it), Tuesday was to make an appointment with the vet for my dog to get her shots and brought a very scary and stressful car ride (my mom needs to adjust to driving my car again with pretty good responsive acceleration, brakes, and steering, unlike my dad's temporary loaner car), yesterday was just one of those unmotivated blah kinda days that I was supposed to go through a month's worth of mail and pay some bills and call my ID specialist to see if my lab results were in, set up an appointment to get 2 new tires my poor car has desperately needed for far too long, and today was to actually get the new tires put on, buy windshield wipers (something else I've been putting off), get my nails done, and tomorrow is just the usual pick mom up, but with a twist: hide a Benadryl in a piece of Velveeta cheese and take the mutt to the vet for her shots. THAT should be fun.
I found out yesterday afternoon that my labs are back, but the doctor was at the hospital with patients and would try to call me today with the results. At least his tech was going to mail me a copy, which means if it wasn't in my mailbox today, it will be on Saturday, since there's no mail tomorrow with it being Good Friday and all. Naturally, I didn't get a call, so I'm still trying not to climb the walls waiting for the results.
Also after I made the appointment for my car, I made a smartass remark that now that my poor car is getting the long overdue, expensive maintenance done on it, it's going to blow up out of shock. True to form, it almost did last night. A hydraulic line broke on my dad's work truck and started a small fire while he was driving home yesterday. He put it out, drove it home, but it was still smoking pretty good as he strolled through the door laughing and asking where the fire extinguisher was. Of course, his truck is parked about 2 feet next to mine. Luckily, there was no fire, but still, next time I think I'll just keep my mouth shut.
Naturally, I forgot to pick up the windshield wipers, so it looks like I'm buying them tomorrow while I'm out. I did feel bad when my car was in the shop today because the interior is a total mess and other than a good vacuuming, it looks like it needs about a dozen bottles of armorall to clean it up. I planned on cleaning it earlier in the week, but realized it made no sense, since the mutt will be in the car tomorrow, so by the time we get home, it'll only look like a dog exploded in it all over again. (As she's peacefully curled up on the other side of my laptop, stealing more and more of my blankets)
I also didn't get my nails done yet. Part of it was because I was just too exhausted, but the other part is my fingers are still/again too curled for me to get them comfortably done at the moment. I'll probably break down and get them done either tomorrow or Saturday. I mean, they are kinda rough looking and for the first time since I think I was a kid, I actually bought an Easter dress, so why not at least have my nails look good too, right? I've even debated back and forth whether or not to buy a new bottle of foundation (since I rarely wear it and just threw out my 3 year old bottle a few months ago) so that I don't look half as dead as I feel. Granted, most of my family doesn't believe I'm sick anyway, so wearing good makeup to not look like death will definitely not help my case, but I'm starting to think to hell with it. I know something's wrong, I have 2 specialists who know something's wrong, and my mother knows it, too, so I shouldn't care what anyone else thinks.
I guess the bottom line of this week is I just plain suck at having to sit around and wait. Wait for calls to be returned, emails to be answered, parts to be delivered, appointments to happen, the IRS to push that magic little button to release my damn tax return.... I think I'd do a better job of just laying in the yard watching the grass grow.
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