Life is great and then throws a friggin' curve ball at you. I could really do without the curve ball for a bit! Just when I thought my shoulder was felling better that I could tell my Doctor that it was fine to transfer me back to my PCP, it starts acting up! Pain to the point that I want to remove my arm at the shoulder. No rhyme or reason as to what sets the pain off. It just comes, sticks around for a while, and then leaves again. I think with all the chaos in my head it had to come out somewhere and my shoulders are my stress point.
And then we had another fish die. It was either frick or frack, we're not sure, but the other one is fine. So I take, whoever it was, out of the tank, and G is cracking up. This is totally not how she reacted when the albino died. I asked her if she wanted to flush the toilet, and she was like "oh yeah"! Then she said, "well we'll just have to get a new one". Four and a half and this kid has a good grip on life and death, although simplistic, she understands.
Now for tomorrow,my niece and I are taking our girls to see Santa and take their picture with him. It should be interesting at the least. Then we are taking them shopping to buy the other kids presents. (Torture!) Maybe we'll get some snow in the valley and it will semi improve this shitty week. We shall see.
Next week: What's that in the air?? Must be craziness!
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