Things have really picked up on my husband’s end of the business. Now he’s too busy. Feast or famine. Always has been. I’m so fucking grateful, though, I can’t even tell you. It was getting scary there for a minute. I’ve only got one sale for April so far. One. And nothing on the horizon. Things shouldn’t suck like this in the middle of April. I’m –>thisclose<– to throwing in the towel–not even kidding. I really don’t see anything change. Not enough, anyway.
I’ve been robbing Peter to pay Paul, and soon I’ll be needing to buy a new central air unit (before it gets hot) and I need new glasses in the worst way. My eyesight really went downhill when all the strokes happened. I can’t see for shit anymore. I have no idea where that money is coming from. Paul hasn’t even begun to pay Peter back.
I started my first physical therapy session last Friday. I dunno… it seems stupid. The exercises, I mean. They are working parts of my body that don’t need working on. I know it was only the first session, but I only have so many sessions covered under my insurance, and even at that there’s a $30 co-pay per session. I’d like to cut to the chase and work on what needs to be worked on. ASAP. The therapist already told me I will most likely not regain all or even half of the use of my foot and ankle. (Encouraging.) I needed PT when it all started. Anyway, 3 times a week for 4 weeks and that’s all. Luckily the place is just 5 minutes away so that helps.
Tomorrow I go for that doppler on my carotid arteries and that’s the last of my tests. Hopefully.
Mother Nature has been a real fickle bitch these days. One day it’s sunny and almost 70 digress. The next day it’s pouring rain, pouring ice pellets, you name it. Where is spring?
I have to go update all my iStuff now. What a pain…