Have to write this down.
Thank God for small miracles. I’ve seen at least 4 today.
I woke up in a massive amount of pain which was, oddly enough, immediately followed by huge influx of energy. A miracle in and of itself, I don’t have to tell most of you.
First, I was finally able to not only pick out but carry the supplies I needed to complete my Grandmother’s thank you note. It’s a long story but it will suffice to say that I owe her a very elaborate card and it’s been taking me near a month because of my health issues.
Next, Dad and I hung all of the art that had been framed a couple of years ago. I never had the energy to help him before today. I now have 6 new, relatively large art pieces adorning my walls. I buy art to look at when I need inspiration - I can’t wait for my muse to let me in on what we’re going to do!
We ran into some snags as we were going along. We spent a buttload of money having these pieces framed and we had every problem from a print being upside-down to partnered pieces having their strap hangers in different places making it very difficult to hang them easily. All through this, Dad was ecstatic that this was finally getting done. He must have been exhausted, going up and down the ladder as much as he did, but he never complained and we got along really well the whole time.
I decided to call the business from which we brought the frames. It’s been a couple of years since the purchase and I couldn’t find the receipt. I thought that maybe I could find the transaction through the credit card; I could have sworn which one it was purchased on. It was then that I realized I’d never made an online account with this card as it’s joint between Mom and I. On top of that, the website was acting quite strangely so I called to talk with customer service.
Eventually, I was transferred to a tech-support agent that I probably could have talked to all day. She was so helpful and genuinely interested in what I had to say. I explained early on that I’d never made an ID before due to being disabled and by the end of the conversation I’d told her about a good number of my ailments. Then, she made my day (or week) by telling me I inspired her. I nearly cried. I told her she was welcome jot my name down and find me on Facebook. Her name is Becky and I hope she finds me. In the mean time, please dray for her daughter who is battling a rare blood disorder.
In the process of decorating my wing, I moved my clothes onto my bed to get them out of the way. It was at that time that my parents and I re-organized my entire room; at least it felt that way. All of my clothes were gone through. We threw some away, donated more, and squirreled some away to see if a friend of mine wants anything. Everything that I kept has a new home that will make it easier for me to dig through.
We also moved in a new piece of furniture that I got for Christmas. A gemstone armoire! I’m so excited!
So these are my miracles. I’ve accomplished more in this single day than I have during the entirety of last year. I’m sure I’ll be dead to the world for the next few days, but it was worth it.
I woke up in a massive amount of pain which was, oddly enough, immediately followed by huge influx of energy. A miracle in and of itself, I don’t have to tell most of you.
First, I was finally able to not only pick out but carry the supplies I needed to complete my Grandmother’s thank you note. It’s a long story but it will suffice to say that I owe her a very elaborate card and it’s been taking me near a month because of my health issues.
Next, Dad and I hung all of the art that had been framed a couple of years ago. I never had the energy to help him before today. I now have 6 new, relatively large art pieces adorning my walls. I buy art to look at when I need inspiration - I can’t wait for my muse to let me in on what we’re going to do!
We ran into some snags as we were going along. We spent a buttload of money having these pieces framed and we had every problem from a print being upside-down to partnered pieces having their strap hangers in different places making it very difficult to hang them easily. All through this, Dad was ecstatic that this was finally getting done. He must have been exhausted, going up and down the ladder as much as he did, but he never complained and we got along really well the whole time.
I decided to call the business from which we brought the frames. It’s been a couple of years since the purchase and I couldn’t find the receipt. I thought that maybe I could find the transaction through the credit card; I could have sworn which one it was purchased on. It was then that I realized I’d never made an online account with this card as it’s joint between Mom and I. On top of that, the website was acting quite strangely so I called to talk with customer service.
Eventually, I was transferred to a tech-support agent that I probably could have talked to all day. She was so helpful and genuinely interested in what I had to say. I explained early on that I’d never made an ID before due to being disabled and by the end of the conversation I’d told her about a good number of my ailments. Then, she made my day (or week) by telling me I inspired her. I nearly cried. I told her she was welcome jot my name down and find me on Facebook. Her name is Becky and I hope she finds me. In the mean time, please dray for her daughter who is battling a rare blood disorder.
In the process of decorating my wing, I moved my clothes onto my bed to get them out of the way. It was at that time that my parents and I re-organized my entire room; at least it felt that way. All of my clothes were gone through. We threw some away, donated more, and squirreled some away to see if a friend of mine wants anything. Everything that I kept has a new home that will make it easier for me to dig through.
We also moved in a new piece of furniture that I got for Christmas. A gemstone armoire! I’m so excited!
So these are my miracles. I’ve accomplished more in this single day than I have during the entirety of last year. I’m sure I’ll be dead to the world for the next few days, but it was worth it.