A New Year’s Request

I’m seeing all the Facebook, Insta, and other social media posts about how everyone is grateful 2023 is over. I totally get that sentiment. Shit went sideways this year, as it does every year. There was Maui, and Hamas/Palestine/Israel, gutter politics, loss and more. But while I’m looking forward to 2024, it’s not because I’m glad 2023 is over. While 2023 sucked at times, there were also positives that I don’t want to forget too soon. New family members, trips of a lifetime, moving from Delaware and living with mom while we plan on a permanent move, house hunting while a pain has been fun… I don’t want to lump those good events with the shitty ones. If I wish for 2023 to be over, than I’m being ungrateful for the wonderful events that occurred this year. I don’t want to be that person who can’t see the trees for the forest and this is my new year’s resolution. To be acknowledge the shit but enjoy the positives. My new years request for you is that you have peace and can do the same.

Leaving 2023 with a BANG, BOOM, CRASH

Earlier this week, I got up from my desk. I noticed that my leg was partially asleep and that I might not have 100% control over my leg. I walked to the hallway anyway. I was wearing my brand new harry potter snitch socks. They are so cute. I raised my leg to take a step down the stairs when my legs went out from under me, and I managed to fall. I tried to catch myself. I failed. I fell all the way down the stairs till I landed on my bottom in the kitchen. I felt like Kevin from Home Alone all the way down. It could have been fun if it didn’t hurt so bad. I royally bruised my backside. Almost instantly bruises started popping up on my back and bum. We decided I didn’t need to go to the ER. I hadn’t hit my head on the way down or do any sort of tumbling. Just bumped down on my tush the whole way down. And even if I had broken my tailbone, they wouldn’t do anything for me but give me some pain meds. But, as you can guess, it was excruciating to sit. We dug out a cushion that we had bought for mom when she fell. It helped some but not enough. I tried old pain meds, but we figure they were too old because I didn’t get relief.

So, yesterday, I went to see my doctor. He was entirely understanding, and he agreed that because of the way I fell, a trip to the ER wouldn’t have been necessary, just costly. He poked around my backside, and I didn’t exclaim YEOW anywhere, just a lot of tenderness, so he doesn’t think it’s broken. We both agreed that my scar tissue, cellulite and fat might have protected my tailbone. Never have I been happier that I was fat. He sent in a script for a stronger anti-inflammatory. I was able to pick it up last night and we even got ice cream for dinner. I’m really grateful that the fall wasn’t worse than it was because it could have been really terrible. I’ve promised that I will slippers in the house from now on. The kind with a nice rubber sole. But that is how I’m leaving 2023 with a bang, boom, crash.

Thanksgiving

This is a really late post about Thanksgiving. It was a fabulous day. First, I was off work. That was glorious in itself. Then for lunch, we went to Buca di Beppo. At Buca, there is an option for a traditional turkey dinner and Italian dishes. If you don’t know, Buca is a family style restaurant. So, we ordered a massive amount of food. We ordered the traditional dinner which mom and Justin ate, I ate a little of it, but then we also ordered spaghetti for Justin and a cheese manicotti for me. Oh, and Justin ordered an entire bottle of wine. IT WAS SO MUCH FOOD. We had so many leftovers, I think it fed us like four or five more meals!

After lunch, we went back home, and I took a nap because I was in a food coma. I curled up in my chair and fell asleep and ignored the world for a couple of hours.

Then, we went to my friend’s house. They are more like family, so I often call them my cousins when talking with other people. Just makes it easier than explaining that they are cousins to my cousins on the other side of their family. They were so gracious to invite us over. Since it was just the three of us, me, mom, and Justin, it was nice to get to spend the day with our extended family. BUT the absolute best part of the day was that I got to hold a wee infant. She was so sweet. I got to hold her, and she was fussy but would keep falling back asleep as long as I kept patting her bottom while holding her in my arms. My arm was so sore on Friday from constant bottom patting. I’m still smiling from that day and can’t wait till I can hold her again.

Technology High

Have you ever had a technology high? When you finally manage to get a piece of technology the way you want it to work. I finally got my plug and play printer to actually print a photo which by the way wasn’t a plug and play printer. I had to buy a long printer cord because the wireless printer won’t work wirelessly. And then the cord was plugged into a port in my laptop that apparently doesn’t work, so I had to find a port that works. Trial and error and I finally printed a picture of me holding my newest “cousin.” I’m riding the tech high, and I am totally hyper because I HAVE THE POWER!