Woke up Saturday feeling pukey and puny as usual. As the day went on, I continued feeling worse. I’ve actually come down with a cold, flu type illness and it’s not a pretty feeling. My morning worship of the porcelain goddess has turned into a two-day affair. Fever, chills, the whole 9 yards as they say. This is actually the first I’ve been at the computer all day.
Good news though. Oscar passed his third test and is an official Therapy dog. We can now visit nursing homes and cancer centers. He loves it. He was tugging me into rooms on Friday. It’s so funny cause we are testing with a German Shepard (100lbs), an Afghan (60 lbs) and a Labradoodle (70 lbs) and in the middle of the pack is Oscar, weighing in at 19 lbs. We evoke lots of smiles walking down the halls.
Closed the pool today, well, Joe and the kids did. I could only sit and watch. I’m sad to see the season end. Even though I didn’t use it half enough this year, it’s still lovely to look at.
I’m off to bed. I ache in every muscle and bone. Don’t like this flu business. I’ll pass next time.
Yesterday I was committed to go to a Beads of Courage event with a bunch of other bead makers from a crossed Michigan. I had everything packed and ready to go when the old insecurities reared their ugly heads. What if I don’t know anyone? What if everyone is better than me? What if I don’t find anyone to hang around with? I swear at times like this, I feel like I’m back in elementary school. I can actually make myself sick. I build the stress and concerns up so much that I talk myself out of going. I know I missed a wonderful opportunity to bond with other bead makers. Although I did round-up 700 beads to donate, I just hurt myself by hiding out and not participating. I was also supposed to go to a guild meeting today. But, because I was embarrassed about not showing yesterday I didn’t go today. It’s like a snowball effect.
The only commitment that I actually kept last was taking Oscar for his first two evaluations with Therapy Dogs Inc. We have one more eval on this coming Friday and then we will be certified for therapy dogs. He really enjoys interacting with people, although he would be happier if I didn’t have to pick him up to see people in their beds. He loves being cuddled, hates being picked up.
So I’m off to nap again. When I can’t deal with life, I nap. Hey, it works for me.