Pictures now, words later.
(post box and photo from the lovely and talented Juliet. Used with permission!)
UPDATE: It’s been a profoundly disappointing day. I woke up to discover that the medication I’d been taking for 2 months was actually a lower dosage than I thought. In yet another snafu with my Drs. office, it appears that they lowered my medication and didn’t tell me. Actually, let me rephrase, they lowered it and LIED about it. I took them at their word and didn’t read the label, so in the end it’s really my fault. For the past two months, while I’ve been thinking I’m going insane to feel the way I do, I was really just going through withdrawals. There’s nothing like interacting with your doctor to make you feel completely insane. Insane or not, I spent the remainder of the day making sure I had a new phyician, an appointment to see said phyician, and all my records in order. In between crying jags for the frustration.
When I thought the day had dealt me its worse, I discovered that the man who delivered my vintage hutch, only to take it away and work on it because it couldn’t fit, didn’t bother to look at it for a month. Despite telling me he could do the work in no time, easy peasy, despite reassuring me that he would make it a priority, he did nothing. And when he finally did look at it, (today!) he decided that he would like to charge me the same amount of money I spent on it to fix it. Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
So, my “space”, which has been torn apart waiting for a new hutch is now just torn apart. The item is too big and will now go back to the store where I will get to eat a 10% charge assuming it ever sells. I am without a hutch and without any motivation to face the disaster area that is my office. I have even less desire to begin the hunt for a solution to the problem. Honestly, all I can do right now is cry… Ever feel that way? Just overwhelmed with setbacks. It’s really petty, I suppose and I don’t know what’s more pathetic—all this nonsense, or the fact that I can’t seem to stem the waterworks today.
And for those of you who read this blog and wonder if I ever have a down day… yeah, well, here’s your proof. I do.
Oh I bet this looks terrific on your porch! How beautiful!
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Yeah, it’s a perfect fit, I think. I can’t wait to get it! 😀 ~W
Is this YOUR new mailbox???? My oh my oh my. I’m at Juliet’s place now. The Florida house needs a new box desperately.
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It is… I’m waiting for it to arrive… And Juliet rocks. I love her pendants… I’ve not bought one yet because I can’t make up my mind which one I need. 😀 ~W
It’s beautiful!!! I would have paid big bucks for it too!
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Oh, this was a deal in comparison to the German import I was craving. Delusional to even consider that import. Anyhow, I’m excited… and addicted to etsy. 😀 ~W
Ever feel that way? YES, YES, and…YES. A hug is going out to you from here.
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Oh, I bet you do!! Thanks for the hugs… it means a lot. 😀 ~W
D liver
D letter
D sooner
D better
D later
D madder
I get!
One more reason why I agree with the 15th century proverb that there are only 3 good doctors: Dr. Diet, Dr. Quiet, and Dr. Merryman, or Merrywoman, in your case, Sweetie. I hope you feel better soon! Prasarita Padottasana (standing wide-straddle bend) helps to turn a frown upside down, you know.
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Well, I didn’t Yoga… but I did walk. That seems to help! ~W
Sista of the heart–I have had the most amazingly crappy day also. I love you no matter what kind of mood you’re in! You’ve certainly seen a FEW of my rants.
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Thank you, Margaret! You had a MUCHO worse day than mine… but damn, some days, as petty as it might all seem, its just hard to get over it. ~W
Has IZ made you a lattes yet? Tell him to get on it!!! So sorry to hear what a bummer stuff is turning out to be today. Phooey on disappointing doctors and hutch-makers. They’re the worst!
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He tried in the middle of all it… but I was so overwhelmed even that wouldn’t do the trick. However, he plied me with mocha goodness later in the evening. You know it’s bad when that won’t cheer me up! ~W
Oh dear, I’m late. Yes, I have had days like that. There’s nothing to do but get through them. And enjoy the funny/sweet comments from your internetties. I hope by now you are feeling better, darling.
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You’re hardly late… I’m just a mess this week. Some weeks are like that. And while I’m cognizant that my problems are not major, it’s just getting to me this week. ~W
Yes, I’ve definitely had days like that. Right in the middle of our move, I lost my medication and thought maybe it was a good time to try weaning myself off it. Baaaaaaaaaaad idea. Hang in there!
Love your new mailbox!
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Oh, yeah, probably not good timing to wean yourself off during a move. I hope you’re feeling better… I’m working on it. I faced that DISASTER that is my office yesterday and while its nowhere near finished at least I can see the floor now and the bed. 😀 ~W
We’ll walk all those bad things off this week, that’s a promise!
The letterbox is fantastic, can’t wait to see it on your porch. 🙂
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I swear, walking is the thing keeping me sane this week. I don’t know what my problem is, but I’m just a mess. Thanks so much for all your chatting and determination to get my wide self walking!! This too shall pass. 😀 ~W
Oh, honey…we all have bad days like this. I’ve been having one for almost 2 weeks myself. Take the time out to cry it all out…you will feel better, and someone told me that if you are sad and don’t cry about it, the tears are actually toxic…so see, You’ll be taking care of yourself too! Huge hugs from here, and remember that in all actuality, this will not last forever!
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Lord, two weeks? OMG… Kill me now. I’m sorry you’re in that space. It’s so not enjoyable. I’ve cried so much that a day later, my eyes are STILL swollen. . . thanks for the hugs; back at ya, babe! ~W
I’m sorry for your hard day…today the sun started shining again and I hope that you see it there too…go take a seat in it and enjoy it’s healing rays….but don’t forget the sunscreen!
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The sunlight is a welcome change from last weekend’s rain. ~W
I know what you are feeling…about one hit after another. I keep thinking “Please let this be the last thing, I can’t handle any more!” But it seems that I’m destined to take another hit whenever I ask this. So hang in there. That’s what I’ve been doing. I hope things will work out with your new doctor and maybe not worrying about your office will give you some new energy to find something new that will work. Good luck to you!
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Feeling like a punching bag, Kathy? I’m so sorry… that’s rough! It’s depressing to think you’re at the bottom and then have more hit you. I hope it slows down for your soon! Thanks for the encouragement! ~W
Dumb Doctor! That’s why my favorite Dr. is Dr. Pepper! He never fails making me feel bubbly inside! 🙂 I’m sorry you’re having a poopy time, and I hope the next few days are FANTASTIC to make up for it!! 🙂 Hugs from me to you, chick. :>
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Thanks, Cindy! I appreciate them. 😀 ~W
beautiful mail box .. been a while since I visited you and so sorry – I just love reading your blog.. take care!!
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Thanks Rebekah! ~W
Oh Wende, what a dreadful day. It’s days like these that I hate that so many of my friends are flung across the country away from my ability to physically do something.
Take care sweetie.
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Thanks, Heather. It was just a really hard week— for more reasons that I wanted to blog about. It happens, eh? 😀 ~W