For once I got in on time for my treatment and it went well. Just a couple spots hurt during it. Then it was time for my weekly visit with the doctor. I hate waiting in a little room for him. He took too long and then didn't have much to say. Just asked me if everything was okay. He didn't seem to care when I told him my few little complaints. Then he was off. I also talked to the dietitian about the herbal green stuff I take. She doesn't think I should take them. I will continue to take just Tylenol or Ibuprofen for the pain. The nurse said it was okay. I sure don't want anything stronger. I'll need that later on probably. Especially after surgery. I was back home at 1:45 pm. That wasn't too bad.
About an hour before I left today I was having a bit of a breakdown though. My bird was irritating me. I didn't want him in the bathroom with me so I shut the door and one of my favorite Norman Rockwell plates that I've had for almost 30 years fell off the wall and broke into a million pieces. On the way down it hit my glass swan that my Aunt Dorothy had given me in 1970. Broke it's crown off and it's nose. I couldn't help myself and started bawling. Guess I was due for a good cry. I felt bad about the plate because that was going to my Granddaughter, Salena's. It was a girl putting makeup on. I had just been thinking about those plates last night while lying in bed. I was thinking it's about time I gave them to the kids. Jordan already has his name on one. But now I will have to give Salena a different one.
I got over that little spell. It's only material things. Just made me feel sad that they got broke after so many years. Can't understand what made the plate fall. The spring holder was still on the wall. Oh well. Shit happens. I have more important things to worry about these days.
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