I have a confession: Most of my posts are written via an app on my phone. I have trouble doing the formatting on there, which is why half my post look the way they do.
I’m renaming my kids. From youngest to oldest, their new names are: Cupcake, Pumpkin, Cake, and Ninja. Cupcake loves her new name and proudly informs everyone of the change. Pumpkin showed slight dimples when I say his new name, Cake basically is indifferent and Ninja prefers this name to what I used to call him, Buttercup.
In case you couldn’t tell, I am in a particular mood. Don’t judge.
Nyquil, possibly copyrighted, gives me a nasty hangover. Kinda like dayquil does. Basically, the quil family of meds is not my friend.
A flare is when my fibromyalgia pain is bad instead of manageable. Several things can set off a flare including stress, going overboard on physical activities or getting sick. I had a bad flare Saturday, in addition to my cold with chest pain. Yesterday I was doing ok pain wise, but last night it got bad again.
I’m sick…in bed, drugged up sick. At least I was most of the day. Right now I’m sitting on couch, sucking on a cough drop, sick.
And I’m taking my kids down with me.
Today was cleaning day. Basic reset day, get everything clean and straighten up to then mess it up over the next week.
I’m going to post random thoughts today as my official “post for the day.”
The first thought is really more of a story…
There was a extremely helpful cashier at the checkout yesterday. Most people would think he’s just friendly…so why was I becoming slightly worried he was a unbalanced?
It was the self checkout and he was the cashier in charge (overseer of the registers). I dropped my large jug of Hawaiian punch (purchased mainly so Matt could make corny jokes.) The cashier grabbed it off the floor before I could and asked if I wanted to swap it out with a new one. The jug was intact and even if it wasn’t I had been the one to drop it so I said no. “Are you sure?” I assured him it wasn’t a big deal that it was shook up, he assured me it was no trouble to swap. Back and forth. Forth and back.
I won and left the store with my shaken punch. He slightly dejected…for some reason. Hence my concern, what if my refusal to swap is the final event that drives him over the edge?
I miss posting yesterday and didn’t realize until this morning.