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People Envy Your Compassion

You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain. People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.

What Do People Envy About You?

Update on the new chiropractor

I’m in love. He was so detailed in getting my history, and explaining what his plan was. I met with the pain management dr there in the practice, and he was great too.

I’m having deep tissue massage twice a week, followed by a quick adjustment. I have two new prescriptions: one for a muscle relaxer, and one for a huge lidocaine patch for my lower back/hip. They don’t want to do an MRI yet, but we’ll see in a couple weeks. They think it could be a disc, or just the joint. If it’s the joint, then the massage and adjustments should help. As for the shoulders, well, I can tell you after only two massages, I can already tell a difference.

ROFL

I embarassed the girl, but she totally cracked me up!

Amy: “Mommy, how do you spell literacy?”

Turkey Boy the Mimic

Mommy: “Brody, why do you repeat so much?”

Brody: “What’s ‘peat?”

Mommy: “Say again.”

Brody: “What’s ‘peat?”

Mommy: “Brody, to repeat is to say the word again.”

Brody: “Again! I ‘peat!”

Whole Foods has my soul

Today’s damage – 69.05. I did better than I did two weeks ago at least.

WFM BROWN NATURAL (What was this?)
.99
BELLETOIL TRPL BRI (Brie!)
5.82
MUENSTER
2.50
BROWN RICE MISO
3.99
OG ASPARAGUS SPEARS (Frozen, or they wouldn’t be that damn cheap)
1.99
ORNG CHPT HALI FLT (DANGER WILL ROBINSON! Keep Pav away from the fresh fish! That deciphered is Orange Chipotle Halibut Filets. Doesn’t that sound incredible?)
15.38
365 PEPPER STRIPS
1.49
SHOESTRING POTATOE
1.99
VAN SOY MILK ORG
1.49
VAN SOY MILK ORG
1.49
APPLE CEREAL BAR
1.99
365 VEGGIE STICKS
1.89
ORGANIC GARLIC PKG
1.29
CHIPS CHEDDAR BEER (Consumed almost entirely on the ride home)
1.99
1.36 LB @ 1.99/LB
ORANGE NAVEL ORG
2.71 (Dude, I just paid nearly three dollars for two freaking oranges! Was I high?)
0.32 LB @ 1.39/LB
RED LENTILS ORG
.44
BLUEBERRY FRT SPREA
1.79
PNT BUTTER PUFFINS (Hooray for Puffins!)
2.99
FLAX PLUS CEREAL
3.19
SHAM WASH TT LAV (California Baby body wash – tea tree oil and lavendar. I’ve been using this stuff on the kiddos since Miss Amy was little.)
7.99
X VIRGIN OLIVE OIL (The cheap stuff for sauteing)
4.99

And let’s not forget my excursion to the Silver Pyramid beforehand for two rings and Rosemary and Lavendar essential oils.

And then the stupidity at Sonic, but I think I’ll save that for bad service.

*muah*

Coworkers suck

But it’s pretty personal to my past. I was having nightmares about my ex this morning, and having flashbacks in the shower. PTSD is a bitch I tell you. So overall, my morning was pretty bad, but I was not going to let it take over my day. I was careful to watch how I talked to the boy, and tried to jump in headfirst into happy talk with my email buddies.

Until about nine. Being preoccupied with my thoughts, I ended up dumping most of my chai on my clothes. I called down to my bossboss to let him know I needed to run home quick to change, and he asked me to stop by his office first, as there was something important to discuss. I asked straight out, are you going to fire me? He said no, just come down first.

Now I’m wet, sticky, stressed, and really on the edge. In his office were two of my coworkers. My bossboss looks at me, and says that I don’t look as bad as I made it seem, but that was because a lot of it got my hoodie which I had already taken off. I said what was the issue? And he said, nothing really, we just wanted to laugh at you.

You know, normally, I could have handled that. And I pretty much did, until the other coworker crept up behind me and pinched me because I wasn’t wearing green.

I lost it. The words out of my mouth would have made a sailor blush. I ended it with is there something else you need, or was I only called down here to be molested. I think I scared the shit out of the three of them.

Don’t ever sneak up on me. Don’t do anything to startle me, especially if it involves pain.

I went home, sponged off, changed, and took a xanax.

After I got back, I closed my bossboss’s door. I told him I would like to explain my behavior, but I was not going to apologize for it. Now, he and the coworked that pinched me are aware of my past. But they were acting like little children, and completely disregarding how PTSD might have made me react. For the rest of the day I pretty much stayed in my cocoon/office, for everyone else’s safety. Though I never got an apology, my bossboss asked if I wanted to leave around four, since I had put in extra time this week anyway. I left as quickly as I could after the offer.

The pain…the pain…

I have an appt with a new chiro tomorrow. A friend at work found one very close by that she bragged about. They accept our insurance, and they have a massage therapist onsite too. The do pain management, not just adjustments.

I had to take lots of naproxen today, and this evening I’ve moved to the heavier stuff. The ortho I was seeing, well, I just don’t think he’s competant. He’s older, and it just makes me wonder if he’s in business just for the money now. I’m still in pain pretty much on a daily basis, but I really don’t know if I would attribute it to the accident anymore. I’ve done PT twice before this for my shoulders, that was mostly my ex’s fault. And my Grammie has fibromyalgia, so I’m going to actually get around to asking about this finally.

At least it matches my purse

Your Aura is Purple

Your Personality: You’re a dreamer and visionary. You believe you were put on this earth to do something great.You in Love: You’re very passionate but often too busy for love. You need a man who sees your vision and adopts it as his own.Your Career: You need a job that helps you make a difference. You have a bright future as a guru, politician, teacher, or musician.

What Color Is Your Aura?

Celebrity lookalike

This was so cool. I have to try to find the site again, but somewhere??? you can upload a pic of yourself, and the site will search their celebrity database to “match” you. The closest match to my picture was Jennifer Beals!

Our ohsoeventful morning

I loaded the my 3yo into the car to go pick up his sister from her sleepover. Her friend’s mom is now engaged to her boyfriend, and they’ve moved from the last time she stayed over there. I was not expecting to end up where I did.

Her friend’s mom’s fiance owns a house in a neighborhood I will never, ever afford to live in. My daughter told me later that Mark Cuban used to own a house in that neighborhood. So I’m already intimidated driving my tiny beatup Metro into the circular drive.

I told Brody to sit still, and headed up to ring the doorbell. I couldn’t find the bell. Well, there was something on the left of the double doors that might have been a guest indicator, under the security camera, but I couldn’t figure out what to do with it. After a few minutes of knocking, I headed back to the car to grab my phone to call her mom to let her know we’re here.

I had locked the car door.

The keys were in the ignition.

My son was belted in his booster.

I spent the next twenty minutes trying to talk my son into getting out of his seat, the biggest nono to him ever. He got the top part of the five-point harness undone, but the bottom was NOT budging. Yes, fellow parents, I bought a damn good seat. He eventually hit hysteric-mode, and around that time, my daughter and her friend’s mom drive up (they had dropped her friend and sister off).

My daughter began calming and entertaining her brother, playing peek-a-boo popping up in different windows around the car, and her friend’s mom gets on the phone. All but one of the locksmiths she called refused to come out *because* there was a kid locked in the car. They kept telling her to call the fire department, which we did.

The firetruck, sirens blaring, got there almost immediately. This part really cheered up my son, since he’s in his “I wanna be a firefighter when I grow up” phase. What did not cheer me was the big freaking axe one carried. They tell me since it’s not hot outside, they really don’t want to break the window, and we wait, with them there, on the only locksmith that would accept the call. I’m having a conversation with one of the firefighters on the best place to hide a spare key in the truck I’m considering buying in the next month, and the others are smiling, waving and talking with my son strapped in his seat.

Five minutes later, the locksmith pulls up behind the firetruck. Well, it turns out, yes, he is a locksmith, but not the one we called. He just happened to drive by, and saw the firetruck and the axe, and thought he could help. Total fate, because he said his radio had been stolen earlier, so he hadn’t heard the emergency call. He used this air bladder system that either he or his company made, and got my door open in less than five minutes. At one point, he asked for a towel, saying he didn’t want to scratch my paint and I almost laughed. I started bawling, hugging Brody, and the locksmith may have just made a sale to the Dallas FD (he already had business with Richardson FD and another one of the suburbs).

It just really put a lot of things into perspective for me today. When I could stop crying, we left, and I took the kids to Whole Foods. We spent over an hour in there, talking about fruits, and organic foods and such. There I was all worried about who I was, and what I was doing in a rich neighborhood when fate came and smacked me upside the head to remind me how rich I really am. My babies are safe. They’re happy. They’re healthy. And yes, for now, the car still runs.

Oh, and btw, this is the pic Miss Amy got of the firetruck. Those of you who know me well will understand: