good things
I’m not Martha Stewart, but I try to be happy about things that are awesome, compared to cancer—
Like, I was STOKED to be cramming for an exam again, and went in super confident(though, I did answer a couple questions stupidly and without stopping to REALLY read the question—so a couple were backwards, ah well, can’t be a perfect score!)
I got to spend about an hour with the OR table, practicing the various positions all by my lonesome. I need to make drawings of the levers, and that way I can look at it before bed time and tell myself that the feet go down when I crank the right crank backwards, toward me, but the head goes up when I crank away from me. I want to get it right on the first try, bang, without having to fidget with it back and forth.
And, my director, who I thought disliked me, now calls me “Kiddo” and somehow now thinks I’m some sort of Genius because I’m one of 10 people who aced her pop quiz—honestly, I had to guess at one of them, but I guessed right and to her, that’s all that counts. I think this is hilarious.
AND—they turned the danged heat off, that came on in the middle of the night, Friday, and made my room about 250 degrees! I’m just happy to be in a normal temperature range, now—maybe I’ll get some sleep tonight!
hey, sometimes it’s the small things. A year ago, I was recovering from Surgery, and in loads of pain, worrying about the next treatment phase (chemo) so I’m happy to be here, even if I am far from home, miss my fella and pooch, and car, and the weather, and…and…and…
:)
