1 Drop at a Time

Day 1: I am scared.  Day 2: I am on Day 2 of the Flu Saga 2018. I'm exhausted, to say the least. As they used to say on MTV's True Life, "you think you know but you have no idea" that is where I am at right now. My day consists of thinking about doing a lot of things, like walking to the kitchen to get some water or letting the dogs out. It takes a solid 20 minutes to execute any given action. Keep in mind y'all my house is 1800 square feet. My Apple watch has been great at reminding me how sluggish I have been. This morning, it sent a nice, little note "Meagan, your move and exercise goals were way off target yesterday." You think Apple? If only you knew it is like running a marathon to go 10 feet. I definitely haven't been speed walking anywhere. It has been more of a shuffle. I was outside for a solid 30 minutes in my knock off from Amazon, a "zero gravity, relax your back chair." I had my bright red blanket, hair a mess and a ...

So if you remember from my older posts, going to the pharmacy sent me down a dark alleyway full of pity parties and despair. Now, it is like rolling up, seeing old friends. Heck, it is kind of fun to see all the new Pharmacy students and how overly friendly and excited they are about life. Not too long ago it was that wonderful time where I needed to buy insulin. It is always a hit to the wallet but beggars can't be choosers. I'm just thankful it is readily available. I don't calculate all the "fun" things I would rather buy. Let's face it, that is not a helpful practice when I'm trying to be all "yay life!". Well, I get home and start unloading my goodies, when I noticed the quick jot "may get manufacture's coupon on line." It was obviously written with haste but I am so thankful to whoever that angel was, who took the time to write those few words. It makes me wonder how many missed opportunities I've had because I was ...

Over the years, I have seemed to be plagued with clumsiness. Although, looking back, it was obvious I missed those subtle signs to slow down. So here I peck away at the computer with a janky finger because Mama was rushing to make dinner and didn’t take the two seconds I needed to wash the avocado slime off before moving on to the next. I’m a chronic power walker and cannot handle strolling. I must finish a to-do list at all costs. I think that is what people consider a little high strung?  These past couple of “snow” days have given me that gift of slowing down. Just when I feel myself trying to do too much, the stitches in my finger pull just a little bit. I’ve been reflecting on my life in my 20’s, and boy was it a blur. From nursing school, marriage, graduation, new jobs, buying homes, selling a home, having puppy children and a human child, moving half way across the country, sickness and health, it is no wonder we always feel a little busier than what we can handle. ...