Having a senior moment, please stand by ...
So okay, I get that part of this is hormonal but GIVE ME A BREAK WHY DONT YA!
So after realizing that I needed to put my wrist on the rice diet, i.e. rest, ice, compression and elevation, I bought a new splint and rested it. Since I had to miss my yoga class, I had a quick bite at Everyday Gourmet. And so I just went to the grocery store and came straight back home.
While driving home I began sobbing for no apparent reason ... that is definitely partly hormonal ... but is was also partly just general frustration. At home, after stripping down to my underwear cuz I was sweating like the other white meat, I realized that unlike my fecund friend, I did not have the option of rooting in the mud. So I wrapped my hair in a towel, turned on the ac, and laid down till the hot flash subsided.
A simple internet purchase has ballooned into a series of phone calls and another round of frustration big time. Now I am on hold for about the fifth or sixth time and I am tearing up big time. I just wish these Sears people were close enough so I could grab them by the collar ... so I just flex the hand that is not sore and wish I could just punch somebody ... anybody ... just once.
So many people keep reminding me that I am not in my 60's, 70's and 80's whenever I mention how old I feel ... but what they do not understand is how much the world keeps reminding me that I am no longer 20, 30 or 40 either.
No matter how young I look or how young I seem, I am no spring chicken. And everyday comes with a fresh reminder. And right now, crying seems like such a wonderful way to handle all these not so subtle hints.
K
Sears finally came through ... delivery on Monday, July 3rd!
So after realizing that I needed to put my wrist on the rice diet, i.e. rest, ice, compression and elevation, I bought a new splint and rested it. Since I had to miss my yoga class, I had a quick bite at Everyday Gourmet. And so I just went to the grocery store and came straight back home.
While driving home I began sobbing for no apparent reason ... that is definitely partly hormonal ... but is was also partly just general frustration. At home, after stripping down to my underwear cuz I was sweating like the other white meat, I realized that unlike my fecund friend, I did not have the option of rooting in the mud. So I wrapped my hair in a towel, turned on the ac, and laid down till the hot flash subsided.
A simple internet purchase has ballooned into a series of phone calls and another round of frustration big time. Now I am on hold for about the fifth or sixth time and I am tearing up big time. I just wish these Sears people were close enough so I could grab them by the collar ... so I just flex the hand that is not sore and wish I could just punch somebody ... anybody ... just once.
So many people keep reminding me that I am not in my 60's, 70's and 80's whenever I mention how old I feel ... but what they do not understand is how much the world keeps reminding me that I am no longer 20, 30 or 40 either.
No matter how young I look or how young I seem, I am no spring chicken. And everyday comes with a fresh reminder. And right now, crying seems like such a wonderful way to handle all these not so subtle hints.
K
Sears finally came through ... delivery on Monday, July 3rd!