“The happiest people don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.” -Unknown.

First of all, I’m not complaining…

I know I have it pretty good, in the scope of all things human.

But sometimes, I just have one of those days.

IT STARTED WITH A MAMMOGRAM.

Now, I think all of us girls should get mammograms.  And the fact that there was a spot in front of the DR office for my appointment today,  during this stormy weather, was a good sign.  The other good sign was that the imaging office I go to for such things, had recently installed a CAT SCAN mammogram machine.  I figured this was an improvement – until I was actually in its grips.  In case you haven’t visited one of these new machines, let me tell you that the smashing hasn’t changed (except they now do it in a few more directions) and they still haven’t added any heating elements to the plate.  Brrrrrr.  But all was clear so that was good.

THEN, THE PHONE CALL…

Then, I received a phone call from our loan officer on the potential property in Paso Robles.  Hubby is using his VA Loan on the house.   VA Loans use VA appraisers.  The VA appraiser took quite a while to turn in his appraisal… and it was lower than the sales price.

Not good news.

After a few frantic phone calls, we have come up with a plan; but all is uncertain now with this new property.  Hubby was devastated.  He is so sick and tired of commuting 5+ hours every Friday night and Monday morning.  He fell apart, a bit.

Down deep, I still think it will work out… but right now, it doesn’t look good.

RAIN.  RAIN RAINNNN RAINNY RAINY RAINY RAIN RAIN.

Oh my Horsegods, this is becoming Noah time.  How many days have I been talking about the weather?  I mean, I know we need this rain, but lordylordylordy not like this!

Our Folsom Lake Reservoir, which was ridiculously low in August, is in fear of overflowing so the County let out water today!  I won’t get into the politics of releasing precious CA water… but suffice it to say we were all rounding our shoulders, “Huh?”.

Us:  “Well surely you have some capture place to put all of this overflow water, don’t you?”

Them:  No.

Us:  “And we are still in a drought?”

Them:  Yes.

Us:  “Humph.”  The collective of Northern California shook their heads as they stood on their rooftops and floated off into the sunset.

And for me, although I am happy for the rain (see, I’m not complaining…), my pastures are sloppy, slippy, dangerously mucky, gloppy, manure filled messes.

But, at least I have pastures, so I’m not complaining.

FEELING LIMEY

And, the last part of my day… I finally had to come to terms with the fact that I am definitely in a Lyme flare.

This is bad mostly for my morale than anything else.  I mean, they told me I’d have this disease forever, but I thought I would be the one who proved them wrong.  I really thought with proper diet (nothing white), lots of sleep and less stress, I’d continue to feel pretty good.  And I had, for a long while.

But right now, I don’t.

Today and for the last two weeks – ever since I cleaned the garage – I have felt very sore, tired and weak.  Also, I have bladder and groin pain on top of the all-over joint pain.

I’d been ignoring these symptoms… hoping they’d go away… but they haven’t.

Of course, when I’m fatigued and sore, I get less done – which fuels my anxiety, which fuels the Lyme.  Vicious Cycle.  Stress triggers the immune response.

I’m hoping it goes away soon.  For now, every time I feel the stress clenching my shoulders, I lay down in my office and listen to a meditation.  It helps.

BUT I WAS READING…AND THEN I FELT SILLY…

So as I was bemoaning this day, I was also reading the news on my computer… I read about the horrible riding accident in Australia that took the life of a 17 year old girl – in front of her parents.  I then read about a little girl who was born without a normal lower jaw and was unable to breath or eat, not to mention the deformity for her life.  I read about an entire family who was ambushed during their backyard barbecue.  And then I turned to my FB page and read about animal after animal who needed a home.

And then I thought about my day – squashed boobs, no new home with Hubby, the flooding and my health… and it all made me feel small and silly, actually.

I had to remind my ‘WOE IS ME’ self that:  The best thing for your innards is to look beyond your little bubble… and do something for someone else who is suffering more than you.

And maybe a pint of Haagen Daz (Rocky Road).  ;)

Note to self:  Remember that Tomorrow is always a Do-Over.