Once again, the boy was up being responsible with showers
when I awoke. It wasn’t long til we were
all up getting ready for our day. Mags
had this rad hippie maiden/grunge rocker hairstyle, but she didn’t like it so
she took it down. I carted the kids off
to school and…came home. First thing I
did was call the doctor because this cough is going nowhere. 10:30 and I’d go
in. Nora had contacted me and said she
could pick up Ethan, would get him a snack and then work with him. Oh my goodness, from whence did this angel
come? I cannot say how relieved I am to know
there is someone else out there who can help me teach this boy what an incredible
kid he is. Tremendous, to say the least.
I headed to the doctor and naturally, the lungs sound great,
everything is peachy fucking pie except I am dry-coughing my guts outs (and occasionally
a little pee if the cough is fierce enough).
No reason for antibiotics so here, let’s give you prescription strength cough
syrup. Fine, fine fine. I just am tired of this cough. Jake doesn’t even remember me and I can’t sit
in bed without coughing, much less go work out.
Off to the pharmacy..wait, wait, wait it’ll take 1.5 hours to make,
see you then and home I go.
I started my Nurtured Heart Approach lessons here. This is a program which I have heard rave
reviews about and thus, I began. Add the
art therapy, plus this never ending Capstone (yes, I got it back again and just
can’t seem to get it going) and I’m quite busy filling this skull of mine. While I listened, I cut up more picks for
collages. I actually cut up my very
first book ever for the pictures and some phrases. I was waiting for the lightning strike. Soon it was time to leave again. I thought I’d head to pharmacy, then a few
more chores and client, right?
WRONG. It seems the physician had
never called in the order, (this is the 4th time this has happened
at this doctor’s office. I should really
find a new one but that means more time).
I drove down to the doctor’s office, told them this happened again and headed to work, where sweet
Ruth listened to me bitch and complain about people not doing their job. Then I switched it to white people. I think I’m becoming pretty anti-white, which
is funny as I’m pale with blue eyes 
Back to the pharmacy where I stood at the window for 10
minutes (no exaggeration) as they got medicine, eventually, tried to understand
how to ring me up, and more. I just
waited. You can’t do anything. I wanted
to cry, but could not. Then I asked the lady
how she was and she said that despite 10 years of working there, she was
looking for a different job – just too much stress and unjoy. There is too much unjoy in this country, in this world, I think. Too much pressure to
do more for less and have kore with less. I headed to the store to go get
oregano and bumped into Scott Rist. I
think this guy, of anyone in this town understands my need to get out of here –
he is an expat too, but like me he hasn’t exited yet. Then - I am not kidding – the register at the
damn check-out line was under too much stress! This day needs to go away.
I finally had my cough syrup – I made oregano garlic tea and
ate left overs. Now I’m going to bed
early because today has sucked except for the fact that CH things are looking
good for the moment, however I understand about Ebb and Flow and realize this
shall change.So my last part of 5 a day is sitting on me bed, hearing crickets
cricketing as a plane flies overhead.
Dogs are scrunching on my bed and the room is a mess with magazine
snippets everywhere; my life has some rad people in it who keep showing up to
high five me some magic when I need it.
Thank you Nora, Scott, Stacey, Delfos, Weber,
Ursula, Marco, etc.Pictures: At the Dr's this a.m., so ready for CH; Nurtured Heart; Oregano & garlic tea...
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