Tired treads

April 18, 2013

The CT was not what I expected. My foot was taped down to immobilize it and I jerked back and forth on the platform in and out of the donut hole-just like in the movies. Amazing the clinic can charge $1020 for the scan and $172 for the radiologist to interpret the results when the test took about six minutes! Much less drama than I imagined. No, I didn’t cry.

Slipped on my snug boot to race off to my interview with a chiropractor while the snow flurries began falling. I am confident I can assist with marketing his business and creating a series of seminars so more people are educated in the field of cranial sacral therapy. I used the analogy of reality television shows, insisting they are popular since the audience is riveted to pain and suffering then root for a favorable outcome. If one wants to heal people then it is best to encourage more practitioners to utilize his innovative methods. Moving forward with an independent contract so I am still technically a job seeker.

Winter wonderland in April? Had a sweaty and unladylike language return trip this afternoon. I barely made it up the long slope out of the parking lot, sliding a bit in the back of the vehicle and wondered what the folks looking out the windows thought of me! Oh well, it couldn’t be helped so I just encouraged “Forca” by backing up several times and spinning my wheels until she righted and moved forward. No thoughts stuck in my head, songs did not sooth my frantic angst and breathing came in bursts until I pulled into the pet store lot near my destination.

I am organizing book signing events for a new author and friend. The book is written to help children and parents understand the issues of the journey of cancer. The story of a brave black lab that contracts cancer and little girl is touching and well illustrated. A portion of the proceeds from the book sales goes towards cancer research. Very enthusiastic pet store owners!

Fluffy snow collected in the sturdy shovel and tossed over my shoulder and the side of the garage while the dogs bark in frenzied excitement behind me in the fenced yard. Later trudged to the library, explained to the cheerful blonde woman with a tilted smile bundled in a tired yellow fleece jacket that I have been out of commission in the library system and would I be able to borrow some much needed video entertainment this snowy evening sans my card? Although I somehow accumulated a $1.90 fine it would not prevent me from taking out several films her pale nodding head assured me. Pinched in my back pocket is my coin purse which held several ones and change which I turned over to the clerk claiming the County Library could have my extra .10 since it was no longer useful to call my mother. Her larger-than-life hand pushed the dime across the wide counter to insist I take the change. Every little bit helps, I suppose.