Every day I try to act "normal", whatever that might be.
I try to act "as if" I do not have a headache.
Some days it works, some days, not so much.
When it works, I am busy making bright, spring rugs.
Container rugs. That's what I call them.
Today I had another diagnostic injection, this time in my right thoracic area.
It wasn't that bad.
I did, however, express my not very happy self. For weeks, it seems like I have been hustled in, tortured, and shooed out.
I never get to SEE the doctor, because I am face down, with my bare back/neck awaiting his sharpened needles, when he appears.
I admit to being worn down, discouraged, confused, and generally disgruntled.
Very nicely, I indicated that I need a little attention, you know, BEDSIDE MANNER.
They teach it, or not, in med school.
Nurses, old or otherwise, make for lousy patients. They know too much.
Surprisingly, I was put in an exam room, and voila! He appeared. Concerned, helpful, talkative, reassuring....all the things I needed.
It is true that the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
So after the injection, I was happy to leave, even with the staggering list of injections ahead.
Can't think about them, you know the rule.
Stay in the day.
I'm trying, I really am.
I have made 11 of these rugs, but daughter #2 is the proud owner of two of them. She saw them on my BLOG.
She LOVED them.
What are Moms for ???? Especially WEAVING Moms.
Tomorrow, I might get 3 or 4 more done, depending on my head.
All things depend on my head.
No wonder it's changed my perspective.
One of these days.......I'm going to blog..........."remember that horrible headache I had for months and months???"
Until then, I'm gonna keep on keeping on.