I’m With You

The hand specialist was very nice. He referred me for a test, which I can’t remember the name of, to see what further actions are indicated, and more OT with Joanne. He also diagnosed tendinitis in my right hand, but said that that tends to improve with OT.

I don’t know what I’m going to do about my car. Our whole tax return will probably not even close to cover what’s needed. I hate this. I hate that I was so damn stupid. And every time I see the car, it’s going to remind me of my stupidity. It’s now a symbol of all of my failure and ineptitude. I’m so ashamed.

Am I being hard on myself? Possibly. But don’t I deserve it?

At least, thank God, no one was hurt. At least no one was in the car with me, although honestly I think I would’ve been more careful if there had been. But I don’t even really want to think about it, anymore, either way.

It’s Friday, meaning I have a lot to do at home that I’ve pushed off until the weekend. Laundry, cleaning, organizing.

The good news is it’s going to be 70 today. The good news is it’s going to be 75 tomorrow.

I know, right? Where is the cold weather?

One thought on “I’m With You”

  1. It’s a damn cold night
    Trying to figure out this life
    Won’t you take me by the hand?
    Take me somewhere new
    I don’t know who you are
    But I, I’m with you


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