Keeping Pace

Keeping Pace

Archives for February 2008

Eat your heart out

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The day was especially emotional.  Although it would seem that I am doing well, I could not help but feel overwhelmed with everything that I’ve been doing.  Even the successes overwhelm me. 

Busy, busy, busy was my week.  New therapy appointments, school meetings, scheduling therapy appointments, coordinating a few repairs, and work.  It wasn’t over by the time 5 pm hit. 

YaYa and I had an appointment to allow him to attend a bereavement camp in May.  It was pleasant but felt long and tiring.  Since it was so far away from home, I felt even more out of touch with BoBo.  The effect was crippling.

I have felt unsettled all night long.  I don’t know how to describe it except to say that it feels like my heart is IN my throat – like I am trying to swallow it but it is stuck. 

Now that my ECG and echo have come back within the norm, I suppose I can chalk this feeling up to anxiety.  It’s just so unsettling.

Although I have seen that my son is okay, I still cannot shake the feeling.  I don’t know how I will survive 2008.  I could have done without the extra day that leap year dishes out.

Have cell; will travel

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The day started out like any other.  I got to work to find my cell phone had been left behind.  No biggie.  I mostly call BoBo on my way home from work but his cell was dead with a charger that has gone AWOL.  Remotely, I turned on my extended absence greeting and went about my day.

Later on, I decided to call my phone to check voicemail.  Much to my surprise, my phone was answered by someone with a strong accent and deep voice.  It seemed that my phone was no longer where I had left it.  Where was it now, and How did it get there? 

What to do?  I pondered a minute.

I’d left my phone by the kids’ computer last night.  Oh course.  If you were a boy, with a dead cell phone, it would be pretty hard to resist having a loaner phone that seemed to be waiting for you.  Especially, when it already had most of your friends’ numbers on it thanks to an overly protective Mom?  It didn’t take a sleuth to figure that one out.

Now, how would I get it back? 

The gentleman with the phone ("GWP" for short) spoke Spanglish – a mostly Spanish with a touch of English form of communication.  I could only determine that the phone had been dropped some place near apartments.  My Spanglish, being a mostly English flavor with a touch of Spanish, was of no help in locating GWP’s whereabouts.  So much for my 3 years of high school Spanish. 

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The truth is..

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It happened. It was bound to, so I don’t feel badly.

Yes, I missed a day of posting. I could write on the topic that I had considerations about discussing. I could even back date the entry and nobody would be the wiser for it. But, I would rather not pretend to be something that I am not.

My husband knew it. My siblings know it. My children have figured it out too. It is time that you found out the truth as well.

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Gym Traffic

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Tonight’s evening commute traveled right into my gym.  For the first time, since I joined the gym, all of the treadmills were full.  *sigh*  That is what I get for arriving at 5:30 pm. 

Fortunately, I wasn’t there for a run.  I was there to do some weights.  Running was just my preferred cardio activity.  It wasn’t my only option.

I meandered over to the cycle section, climbed on, and stared at the screen.  It took me a minute to get it going.  Before long, I was pedaling away.

It didn’t take long for me to feel my legs.  I began reading the machine.  It did say cycle, but it also said something about stairs.  I am not sure what it was.  I do know that it was never easy.  In fact, the harder I pedaled the harder it was.  I think this machine may have been programmed to do that.

Twenty minutes later, I was happy to get off the beast and lift some weights.  After a couple of sets, I could see and feel my muscles waking up. 

I love that. 

Few days late and a dollar short

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This post was NOT written out on time.  It has been lodged in my head, trying to find its way to the computer.  I am now posting it a few days late.

I have been setting up more and more appointments for the kids.   It’s all good.  Unfortunately, my calendar is left with very little white space.  I have been trying to find a way to rectify this. 

I’ve considered dropping my own support group and ask someone else to take YaYa to his.  It would free me to be at work a bit longer.  After more thought, however, I realize that it wouldn’t lighten my load enough to leave me without my own therapy.  The cost:benefit ratio does not support the change.

My Wednesday evenings will now consist of leaving work early, followed by YaYa and me attending our group therapy, then rush to pick up BoBo for his therapy downtown.  Somehow, I’ll have to find a way to fit homework and dinner into the mix.  McDonalds, here we come.

Oh yea, and DD is setting up YaYa’s guitar lessons too.  It was a Christmas gift and him missing would be saddening.  My life is a scheduling nightmare.

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