i find myself on this Monday morning wishing to remain cuddled in my bed with my doggies, reading some hours away. i do NOT find myself wishing to jump up and run off to spend 4 more hours in a circle of chairs meditating or on a mat on the floor doing stretches or at a table making careful conversation with a bunch of strangers who care not where i go or what i do in my free time.
i am repeating to myself, THIS IS MY LAST WEEK. THIS IS MY LAST WEEK. And i am a tiny bit happier. The past 4 weeks have gone quickly enough, but is this chronic pain class level 3 supposed to leave me anxious, wondering what i will say THIS time that is "wrong"...
There is the added anxiety of our doggy, Dyno. We had to get his bloodwork redone, so i took him on Saturday. He freaked out BIG time, and acted very ill all the rest of the day. Trauma, apparently. i think he was just trying to get the easy-to-digest meal that includes chicken.... But now, results of his bloodwork came in, and HE'S ANEMIC. Could it be his losing 3 pounds, or 1/7 his total body weight, in 2 months? And apparently he's still on the low-thyroid side. So the doc thinks he's maybe bleeding somewhere internally? That's scary. And that all adds a HUUUGE component of anxiety to my dysfunctional-self salad.
So, anybody want to join me for a nice plate of anxiety, with maybe some nausea on the side?
But at least, THIS IS MY LAST WEEK. THIS IS MY LAST WEEK.
2 comments:
Ohhhh Sis, I am so sorry to hear about litle Dyno. There is nothing worse than to have a small child or a loved pet have something wrong and not be able to tell you how you can help to ease the hurt. I'll hold the little guy in my prayers.
How many more weeks of the classes did you say you have left? lol
Look at it this way perhaps, a new day of class, potentially something to blog about.
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