I don’t know if anyone else is a Sugarland fan, but their new album has a song on it which I’ve been singing in the car each time it rolls around:

“Now it’s poor me, why me, oh me
Boring
the same old worn out blah blah story
There’s no good explanation for it at all

Ain’t no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain’t no need to over think it
Let go laughing
Life don’t go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is
It happens”

Doesn’t this just sound like me? Especially the “same old worn out blah-blah story” part. So here we go. My same old worn out blah-blah story.

Since we last convened, Steph and I sold SpringSips and almost had our lives back to the point of regular chaos when Steph’s calf started hurting. After three weeks of pain and a final descent into delirium, I managed to get her to the doctor. Staph infection, emergency surgery, release from hospital (on oral antibiotics!), oral antibiotics didn’t work so scheduled surgery, discovery of rare yet lame lung disease (symptoms = shortness of breath during extreme exertion. Is it just me or doesn’t everyone have that?), release from hospital (on IV antibiotics. Boo!), healing, healing, healing, less healing than there should be, learning to be a nurse and dressing her leg twice a day to promote healing of the suture, healing, healing, pain starts in arms and shoulders, change back to oral antibiotics (yay!), chiropractor visits every two days to get the shoulder and arm pain alleviated. And that’s where we are today. We go to see the doctor on Thursday for our next checkup and I’m expecting good news. Woo-hoo!

During all of this, our manager quit at Cellar Liquors and gave me two weeks notice. So I’m learning to run the liquor store on the fly while being a nurse. Luckily, our chef/manager/chief bottle-washer is still around upstairs and she’s been making some fabulous lunches at the cafe.

Meanwhile at my sweet honey bunny’s bedside, I knitted a sweater and a pair of socks, and preserved about a gross of jellies, jams and butters - all for Christmas gifts.  My silver lining?  I’m almost done with my Christmas crafting!

Well, that was August through now. See. Same old worn out blah-blah story. Eventually I’ll learn to stop making plans so God will stop taunting me.