Not one to rush into things…

I have put off going to see the doc regarding my shoulder issue for just a bit. Like…since…June. At least it was June 2008.

So I saw the orthopaedic surgeon today. I really liked him. I think he’s going to be my new bff.

He is younger than I am and that was okay, probably even better than being older than me.

He didn’t ridicule me or lecture me about waiting so long. He listened intently. Took copious notes. And made all the right noises. I felt comfy with him and with his entire office. Except for one girl. She irked me. But it was just a minor irk and I was able to get past it. Until just now when I got irked all over again.

So, basically the deal is that back in April, May, June while coaching Brett’s volleyball team, I did a lot of setting, hitting, serving, throwing, tossing of volleyballs. And my shoulders bothered me a lot. I ignored it because I’m out of shape and I don’t really like going to see the doc.

But it has been impacting my sleep. Since June. And even my mother commented on how old and tired I looked. Okay, she really used the word “exhausted”, but you know and I know she meant “old and tired”.

Bottom line…I have “frozen shoulder”. Both shoulders. Which is why I don’t sleep. I can’t get comfy. The x-ray technician (she was a sweet older-than-me lady), Check Spellingclucked (that was for you, T.) and made tsking noises when she read my file and realized I couldn’t possibly have been sleeping. Since June! (cluck) (tsk)

So, I start PT tomorrow for six weeks. I can’t wait. Seriously. I cannot wait! I’m going to feel better! I’m going to sleep! He gave me good drugs to help me do both!

Did I mention my mother is coming tomorrow.

The good drugs were just in time.

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Volleyball vs. Football

There are many reasons I prefer volleyball over football as a spectator sport.

Volleyball is inside…

Football is not…


Volleyball players are sweet and happy and giggly.

Football players just want to hurt someone (direct quote from my football player).

Volleyball players like to chat and compare hair styles.

Football players just want to hurt someone.

Volleyball is clean…

Football…not so much.

You can watch volleyball in ANY weather and be warm and comfy and snug and dry…

ummmmm….

After the game, volleyball clothes are just a little stinky, but in a girly, sweet stinky way.

After the football game, the players must be hosed down before they are allowed to come into the house.

Naked.

I’ll spare you those pictures.

Yay! I have the house all to myself…

It’s cold and rainy and yucky out. The boys have gone to a high school football game. The Beast and The Older Boyfriend have gone to dinner and a movie. And me…I’m giddy with happiness…

The House Is All Mine.

I’ve had Travis cranking on my iPod. I felt the need for a bit of Praise and no one brings the praise like Travis if y’all know what I’m talkin’ ’bout.

Earlier, I was sitting at the dining room table, bible opened to my fave Book, listening to Travis Bring It. Trey (The Older Boyfriend) came in, saw me and hesitated until I waved him over. He saw my bible and asked me which Psalm was my favorite.

As if I only had one favorite Psalm!

I immediately went to Psalm 145. Trey said, “yeah…some guy sings a song based on that Psalm”.

Yeah, I know. And he takes up 35% of my iPod!

This week has been wicked crazy. We’ve watched three nights of this:

That’s my girl, #5, going for the kill. Some of it was pretty darn ugly, but we won all three matches.

There were several days of this:

And then on Wednesday night, I came home to a phone message from my doctor’s office telling me that my doc wanted me to call and make an appointment with her to discuss my recent lab test results (from Sept 8) and to discuss a “plan of care”.

Cryptic words, indeed.

Thursday morning I called and made an appointment for this morning. I was actually okay with it until I was sitting in the exam room, trying not to hyperventilate. I’ve had a lot of physical “stuff” going on and ya know how your mind spirals out of control….

She started out with all the positive things from my results…thus immediately ruling out all of my “go to” cause-for-alarm results…cholesterol, blood sugar and thyroid (oh, I was SO hoping for that one…finally…an excuse for this weight I’ve packed on!). And then she dropped the hammer on the reason for the follow up visit…

Vitamin D deficiency.

ummm…excuse me?

Yes, that’s right. Vitamin D deficiency. Caused by lack of sun.

Seriously? You got me all worked up over this????

I decided to laugh about it and praise Jesus for once again putting aces in my faith stockpile.

Lori immediately said, “clearly, this medical condition calls for you to immediately quit your job and spend more time in the sun with your friends”.

The woman in the waiting room at Sarah’s doctor’s appointment (broken finger? nope…just some bone rattling around in there…but that’s a whole other story) said that I should take a week at the beach and charge it to my insurance company since it is clearly my “plan of care”.

So…because things have been going great, if not a bit crazy, I knew I had to do me some praisin’. It was either that or worry about the other shoe dropping.

But I’m not that girl anymore.

I’m This Girl.

Love you guys.

Susan

Tomorrow.

That is my favorite word.

I’ll eat better tomorrow.

I’ll walk for sure tomorrow.

I’ll apologize to him tomorrow.

I’ll write that note to her tomorrow.

I’ll get the office organized tomorrow.

Recently, God has been impressing on me to do things today.

So today I took the day off from work. My house was a pit, so I gave it a good cleaning. The laundry was piled up to the base of the laundry shoot and I washed about 8 loads. I needed to cook a meal for my family and I made crock pot mac n cheese and baked pork chops.

Before all of this, however, I spent some much needed time with my God.

Oh, and The Beast and her team crushed the #1 they’re-all-that team 3 games to 0.

Today was a good day.

She hates this picture…

Which is why I grabbed it and ran to the computer to plaster it all over the Internet.

Hey…she shouldn’t set me up with these things.

Her varsity team is having a successful season so far. The Beast is playing, well, like a beast. The team has come together and the new (former JV) coach is loved by all. She herself is a very competitive player and she wants to win. But she will not tolerate any nonsense…

I am so going to miss volleyball.

Wait…is this one of those things that I’m supposed to say “it’s not all about me.”

Again?

Oh.

Dammit.

Just another reason I love our neighborhood.

We had a new fridge delivered Friday. Thanks to a little roll-over interest my mom and dad incurred, my sis and I were the recipients of a tidy sum of hard cold cash. My spouse and I determined to spend ours immediately. I know my sister put hers away for a rainy day and or the end times.

Shortly after the old fridge was moved to the carport (to be picked up by the football commissioner and placed in the concession stand that was under 10 feet of water) and the new fridge was hooked up in place and the delivery truck pulled away…the neighbors began arriving.

It was exactly like when our neighbors brought home their new baby from China but without the diapers and crying. Or the gifts.

It wasn’t just the women who showed up to ooohhh and awwwww either. And it wasn’t me showing off the new arrival like a proud parent…nope, it was the proud papa showing off his new toy.

Clearly our neighborhood doesn’t have enough excitement.

I’ll regret saying that, won’t I?

Today.

I have been married for 25 years today. A quarter of a century. The big 2-5. Three years longer than I lived unmarried.

I wish I could say that we were one of those couples that always did it right… communicated… never fought…sailed through life. How boring would that be? And so not true.

We have definitely had our share of…um….issues. We even separated for almost a year after three short, turbulent years of marriage.

We have discussed what prompted us to get back together when we really had no reason to. No children, no property other than the stuff in a rented townhouse that was neatly divided. It was all wrapped up. Done deal. Paperwork signed. Just needed to be filed.

So, what happened next is the true story of a marriage that has lasted 25 years. Not sure how it happened, but I found myself at his church one morning. I grew up in the Episcopal Church, he grew up in the Southern Baptist Church. We were married in my church.

The pastor at his church was new. He already knew that Russell and I were separated. He pulled me aside after church and told me he wanted me to call and make an appointment to see him.

No Freakin’ Way was I going to do that.

He persisted. I ended up making an appointment with him. To this day, he says that for the first time ever, he went into a counseling situation thinking, “this is not going to work.”

He said I was the toughest case he had ever seen.

Not so much my God…I wasn’t too tough for Him. It really was the praying of faithful saints that changed me. That and God, of course.

Long story short…after I came to know Him and love Him and was even baptized by immersion, we tore up those papers.

Hasn’t been smooth sailing by any means. But we still rely on the One True God. Every single day.

Seems to be working.

Happy Anniversary, S.B. I do love you. Still.