Seriously. Today was just that…a day where from sunup until sundown I was going and going and yet nothing much got accomplished. Nothing accomplished as in taking on a mountain of laundry, a dirty kitchen floor, dusty furniture or prepping the walls in Jodie’s room…yes, I’m painting soon…soon, I hope. Yet I was busy. Busy like a little hamster in a hamster wheel just going and going, round and round and round. Late this afternoon, right before I was to take Daniel to Tae Kwon Do and pick up Jodie from work, I looked around the Big Top thinking to myself, “Oh my god! Nothing was accomplished today. Nothing!” But then again so much was.
First thing this morning I took Jodie to the hospital to get an x-ray of her wrist. Dancing injury. A simple x-ray that should have been an easy in and out of the local community hospital’s radiology department.
Yeah, but no.
Jodie is a new patient to the hospital so it took forever to get through admitting.
It was an admission process where I was lectured that I had to give them Jodie’s social security number for identification purposes. I don’t. I won’t. I also got to meet the brand new CEO of the hospital while he was meeting and greeting the admissions staff. Random, I know. I couldn’t help but notice how young he looks. Like is he old enough to buy beer young. I must have said that out loud because the admissions clerk helping us agreed. Meanwhile, the clerk could not verify Jodie’s eligibility for the needed x-ray because the eligibility department of our insurance provider was in a meeting…the entire department…so no one was available to verify anything, for anyone. Seriously. But there is NOTHING wrong with the current state of healthcare and healthcare coverage here in America.
So I had to pay for the x-ray because I wasn’t willing to wait two hours or come back in a few hours.
I called our insurance provider and, well, I don’t think they like me too much.
Jodie’s fine. No broken bones, just a sprained wrist.
Then it was off to the chiropractor because the girl who can do fouette turns and la seconde turns for days has re-injured her hip doing those turns. Nothing that a few adjustments from the chiropractor can’t cure. It is seriously cool how her turning leg is noticeably longer than the other and with just a few adjustments her legs are equal length again. It isn’t cool how he cracks her back, hips, knees and neck to get her re-aligned.
Home again and the morning was gone. Like it was really gone. Still I decided to be selfish and get in a five mile run. Had to. Needed to. Another hour gone but I am so glad I did go running. The perfect mental health treatment especially these days when even good Christian friends just can’t be nice, especially on Facebook.
Seriously, people are being downright mean. Like that is going to change anyone’s views anytime soon. Of course I’m a fixer, or at least a try to fix things fixer and felt compelled to reach out to a friend who was hurt by another friend.
Laundry still wasn’t even started, dishes weren’t done and oh, no, time to pick up the kids from school…and take Jodie to work…and take Daniel to Tae Kwon Do…and pick up Jodie from work.
Shit seriously was not getting done.
But I did get this in the mail today…and wore it all day because I am just a Steel-town girl.
I’ll dust and mop and prep walls for painting and deliver cookie dough fundraisers AND do the laundry tomorrow, okay? Okay!