Not Quite The Worst Week Ever
This has been an awful week. Nearly everything I'd put in place did not work out. Nearly everything. I have been so afraid of life since my heart started acting up. I was afraid to leave the house. For a while, it seemed like every time I did, I got sick. Then I started finding out people I thought were friends...really weren't. So I stayed home and hit the unfriend button and deleted phone numbers and watched my world get smaller and smaller.
Then I decided to go back to school. I figured I would take some classes at a local community college as a senior audit student to get back into the practice of attending classes and if it suited me, I would go on to either do grad work in anth or go to seminary. Have you heard about my experience with the credits auditor at WKU? The CC I registered for gave them a run for their money. I may return to this at a later date. Then again, I might get a herd of sheep and spin my own yarn. Stay tuned.
I also made a decision to take my health into my own heads. I see a heart person and an ophthalmologist, but what am I doing to care for myself? I joined a gym. It's clean. It's pretty. They'll let me bring a friend.
I needed workout shoes, so I went to a place that offers gently used shoes (as in floor models that have never been worn except to try them on.) I found three pairs that should last me for a good while and as I was leaving, someone was returning a cart. I stopped to hold the door for her and forgot there was a cement planter right in front of me. So I let go of the door, took a step and did a hard fall into the planter and the sidewalk. Gore ensued. The people at the store were very nice and finally let me go home.
Later that day, I was running an errand when someone pulled me aside. They told me their husband was a police officer and they could get me help if I was living in an unsafe situation. I explained to her that I was probably one of the clumsiest people in North America. That awful-looking left eye? I'd gotten shots in it earlier this week. I hope she doesn't hesitate to offer help in the future. The next person might need rescuing. It makes me glad there are people like her out there.
There were some other incidents that made me sad and made me cry. I won't bore you with them. What I want to write about is the best thing that came out of this week. You see that picture of me in the upper left corner of this page? See the black eyes, the cuts, and the swollen nose? There it is. The best thing to come out of this week is that I am home and yes, I am very, very sore. That's all. Moreover, the world seems like a much less scary place than it has in a long time. Among the many things to be thankful for, that's the highlight of this week.
Then I decided to go back to school. I figured I would take some classes at a local community college as a senior audit student to get back into the practice of attending classes and if it suited me, I would go on to either do grad work in anth or go to seminary. Have you heard about my experience with the credits auditor at WKU? The CC I registered for gave them a run for their money. I may return to this at a later date. Then again, I might get a herd of sheep and spin my own yarn. Stay tuned.
I also made a decision to take my health into my own heads. I see a heart person and an ophthalmologist, but what am I doing to care for myself? I joined a gym. It's clean. It's pretty. They'll let me bring a friend.
I needed workout shoes, so I went to a place that offers gently used shoes (as in floor models that have never been worn except to try them on.) I found three pairs that should last me for a good while and as I was leaving, someone was returning a cart. I stopped to hold the door for her and forgot there was a cement planter right in front of me. So I let go of the door, took a step and did a hard fall into the planter and the sidewalk. Gore ensued. The people at the store were very nice and finally let me go home.
Later that day, I was running an errand when someone pulled me aside. They told me their husband was a police officer and they could get me help if I was living in an unsafe situation. I explained to her that I was probably one of the clumsiest people in North America. That awful-looking left eye? I'd gotten shots in it earlier this week. I hope she doesn't hesitate to offer help in the future. The next person might need rescuing. It makes me glad there are people like her out there.
There were some other incidents that made me sad and made me cry. I won't bore you with them. What I want to write about is the best thing that came out of this week. You see that picture of me in the upper left corner of this page? See the black eyes, the cuts, and the swollen nose? There it is. The best thing to come out of this week is that I am home and yes, I am very, very sore. That's all. Moreover, the world seems like a much less scary place than it has in a long time. Among the many things to be thankful for, that's the highlight of this week.