Crazy Day

I am exhausted.

Some days are just exhausting physically, mentally, emotionally. That would be today.

I started the day out right, getting up early, doing yoga, working, getting ready to do a photo shoot, doing said photo shoot, driving north about 30 minutes away to go visit my parents. My youngest and I wanted to be sure they were doing okay after my step dad came home from surgery. He had MAJOR surgery last week, where he was in the ICU for a few days. They seem to be doing fine and he seems to be healing.

It is really hard to see people in pain or discomfort. When my husband and I visited him in the ICU, it was very uncomfortable to see. I am an empath and feel other people's stuff really easily. I feel the energy that people give off. Hospitals are a tough one for everyone though.

The above picture is the Peachi Exfoliating Sock. It is serious pampering for your feet. Click on the picture for more information.

Then, my oldest son had to last minute be taken to the doctor because his hip (he has had hip problems for years and no doctor has given definitive diagnoses or treatment that works. He couldn't even put any weight on that leg, could not have the doctor lift it without feeling like passing out, and it was radiating down to his knee. 

The doctor thinks that it is impingement syndrome. So, we have to go to another specialist. I am worried about him being able to get around in college if this does not get resolved. I am having serious anxiety issues about it. 

So I feel like I am so overwhelmed right now from both of my children's anxiety and pain. I look forward to bed tonight and to do yoga tomorrow morning. Coping 101. Sleep and exercise, along with meditation.

Continued story from last blog post....

Because of custody issues and restraining order issues, it was more safe for my mother to move out of the house nearly in the middle of the night. I was going to stay in Chicagoland so that I could keep my job, and partly so that I would not have to follow the drama that my body and mind could no longer handle on a daily basis.

In order to move, things had to be considered. My dog of 15 years was not going to be able to survive a move from one dramatic climate to another dramatic climate. This little guy, named "dirty", had been around for most of my life. I could always sit and talk to him and he would be happily listening. He was sweet. He was my friend. He had to be put down. He was already mostly blind and really could not hear. He was getting quite old. However, the trauma of saying goodbye for the last time caused me so much grief. I cried for 2 weeks. Anytime I thought about him for years after that I cried. The BEST dog ever!

My mother had her parents come out to help with the move. When we got things all loaded up, there was an old metal school desk in the middle of this huge driveway of ours. I sat and was just grieving. My dog was dead. My mom and my siblings that were like my own children were leaving. I was lost. I was broken. And up the driveway came Joe Walsh, one of my great friends that I had at Antioch High School. He was super special. It was like he appeared out of nowhere to console me. I had not seen him since I left for college. When he came closer, I just got out of the seat of this desk and ran over to him and he just held me while I bawled my eyes out. There are people in your life that are your ministering angels and I swear that he was the one for that day. He just felt like he should come over that day for no apparent reason, so he acted on it. Amazing!

I have tried to find Joe since and have not had any luck finding him. It's like he just disappeared off the face of the earth. I miss my friend. He was respectful. He listened. He joked with me. He was a great young man. Sometimes you just wonder what happened to people who touched your life and he is one that I hope has had everything he has ever wanted and more.

To be continued...