Out of Sorts

Friday – what a weird day after a long week. I feel discombobulated today – out of sorts. Perhaps a culmination of the past few days.

Saw my psych doc on Monday – my emotional scale scored better than last month’s, so that’s good. I’m pretty stable in the psych world, so don’t need to see him for two months. That’s progress.

Feeling frumpy: saw an ear-nose-throat doc and audiologist on Tuesday – 40+% hearing loss in each ear – prime candidate for hearing aids. I’m only 54 years old! Have gained 5 pounds so my clothes don’t fit right. Can’t read anything without my glasses on. Feeling sorry for myself. Need to figure out how to accept these changes and move on without discouragement. As I’ve said before (last time with humor:) – getting older isn’t for sissies! Paul talks about being content in all circumstances (Philippians 4:11) – not until today did I consider that might include ageing.

Got a haircut on Wednesday, but she didn’t listen and cut where I told her not to. Makes me miss Susie, who did my hair almost perfectly for 12+ years!

Had a good lunch with women from Book Club on Thursday – nice to be included. Took a relaxing nap during the afternoon thunderstorm. Reading a fantastic book for next month’s Book Club – I’m devouring The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah. Have had the book for 24 hours and am already on chapter 17!

Today is a lovely sunny day, but for some reason, it’s causing me to miss my Fort Myers house and pool and beach time. Sitting outside on my porch in Virginia is just not the same as on the lanai in Florida.

Leg pain has greatly abated – only hurts when I turn a certain way. So I won’t turn that direction! So glad to finally have relief, after weeks of severe pain.

Several friends going through really tough times. Have prayed hard for others all week, which is as it should be. Still, only one success story from them all – feels discouraging. So much pain and difficulty, and I am helpless to do anything. But praying is doing something – it’s allowing God to work. You go, God!

Missing my kids, my old friends. As always.

Need to remind myself that days like this happen to everyone. Just a funk. A week of ups and downs.

Tomorrow is Saturday – a lazy day, but includes dinner out with my husband to celebrate Mother’s Day. Then a new week. Glad this one is over soon.

6 thoughts on “Out of Sorts

  1. Mary Bartos May 12, 2018 / 5:57 pm

    Yep, we all have them. I am wishing I could just catch up on all the things that got snowed out in APRIL. Yes, this is Wisconsin. Then I saw thw doctor and he gave me a shot, sore arm; froze some funny spots on me arm, now I have two sore arms; and then went to my Pilates class where she worked me so HARD I am sore in the neck and chest. Plus, what is up with this rain on the weekend! I am taking your angle on it all; this week is over, time to start again! Happy Spring.

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  2. theapplesinmyorchard May 11, 2018 / 11:04 pm

    Sorry to hear you’ve been out of sorts. I napped recently too, during a rainstorm as well. Just tired this afternoon – feeling overwhelmed with all that needs to be done in the next three weeks. I keep reminding myself, it will all be okay. And, it will. So glad you are enjoying The Nightingale! I loved it, as well! You sound like you have put things in a good perspective! I hope it continues and next week you feel “more together”. Happy Mother’s Day!


    • peggyricewi May 12, 2018 / 8:24 am

      I’m glad you know it will all be okay. You’ll get everything done that needs to be done!
      Aren’t naps wonderful?! Especially in a rainstorm or on a rainy day.
      Loving the book – hate when I have to put it down. Am expecting to do a lot of reading today – between loads of laundry.
      Happy Mother’s Day to you, too!

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