Frankly, My Dear...

I'm so tired. Beyond tired. My hormones are amuck and it's not fair. This is what happens when I don't take care of myself. My thyroid goes berserk and my hormones tag along. Then I get tired and crazy.

Remember back when my hair was straight and I was all happy go lucky and could dance a jig around the most energetic person? Not today. Oh those were the days. I blame chiropractic school. The stress from school stole my adrenal function and my susceptible thyroid came crashing down and now I feel like what an elderly person with diminished muscle strength must feel. That causes my hormones to be imbalanced and I become cranky.

That is what *I think* may be the culprit to my feelings this weekend. I feel dumped on and taken advantage of. It's my fault really. I could say no. Let's face it. I give away a lot of free care. Up until now, I've never thought twice about it. It's a gift and it's meant to be shared!

It started Saturday night. Mike had just returned from a week long trip, mind you, which is stressful on me even though it is ridiculous and shouldn't be. I know, I depend on him to balance me more than I should. Anyway, he's back! And I am sooo happy! A few hours later, we are going to get dinner and my phone rings. I let it go to voicemail. The same person sends a text "Jen CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU GET THIS MESSAGE. Thanks." That sounds like life or death to me, doesn't that sound life or death to you? I call back and the person says, "I have a friend in Dallas right now that just called me and told me she is really sick. Can I give her your number to come and get an adjustment?" So I give her permission. It was really considerate of her to call and make sure she could give out my number. The person calls and has caught a cold and flies back the next day. She flies back the next day! Really? Now I know that I said that I would help but A) this is not life or death B) she has all of the resources to go and get adjusted in a mere 12 hours. I head out at 10 o'clock at night to the person's hotel room and work on them for a while so they can get some sleep and drive back only missing about 2 hours of time that I could be spending with my husband who I have so dearly missed.

The next day (Sunday), my phone rings and it is the spouse of a good friend who is out of town. I answer. "Hey Jen, sorry to call you like this but..." You know what is coming after that but. "I fell and my back is hurting pretty bad. Is there any way you can come work on me?" Sure! At least he is willing to drive to my office and wait until tomorrow (which is my day off).

Last week and this week I am also covering for a fellow chiropractor. Possibly, it's the running between practices and stress of having to please her patients which all seem like new patients to me and are taking a lot longer than usual as well as seeing my normal peeps and bringing on a massage therapist into my practice this week is getting to me? I don't know. All I know is I'm cranky.

I haven't been taking my supplements and I've been eating crap. Just crap. Processed foods and wheat. Crap. And now that's what I feel like. Now I have to go to work and tell people to take their supplements and eat healthy. Hello Pot, meet Kettle. Instead I just feel like Rhett Butler from Gone With The Wind "Frankly, my dear I don't give a" well, you know how it goes. Take this as a lesson to all to eat your veggies.

The Best Things Sometimes Aren't In Pictures

Michael is out of town this week and I guess him being gone makes me more grateful. Instead of sitting and missing him, I'm trying to sit and reflect on the joy in my life. I thought I would share some of my memories that I hold dear to my heart.

-The way I felt when Michael saw me walking down the aisle to him.

-Michael whispering "You are beautiful" when Dad handed me off to him. I've never felt more loved than at that moment.

-The comfort of being surrounded by friends and family in celebration of us.

-Michael and I singing at the top of our lungs with the top down on our convertible Sebring driving through Florida. (Even though the Sebring smelled because someone had obviously left the top down in the rain.)

-The billboards in Nassau. They were public service ads against AIDS that said "PROTECT YA TING! WRAP IT UP TO PROTECT AGAINST AIDS." Michael is never going to forget that. Now any word that ends in "thing" is funny.

-Waking up every morning to the freshness of the ocean.

-Not getting any sleep the last night on the ship because of a high school graduation party next door. Were we that excited about graduating high school? I don't remember acting that way.

-The moment I married Michael feeling like this was the first day to the rest of my life. Like we had everything in front of us and could take on the world. I like that my husband gives me that confidence.

-Listening to Mike talk to Tillie and Deedee when he doesn't know I can hear him. Heaven help us if we ever have girls because Mike is a sucker for precious littles.

-Realizing the graceful way that my parents are transforming into Gran and Poppa instead of Mom and Dad. It makes me want to transform back into a child and jump into their laps.

For someone who has planned out every minute of their life up to this point (i.e. me), it's nice to finally be at a place when I can just sit back and breathe and watch life carry me through. Life is like the lazy river, and I'm smooth sailing.

Dogs Need Backward Robes, Too

Michael got one for Christmas and Tillie was pretty jealous. Now she doesn't have to be...

https://www.thesnuggiefordogs.com/

It's true. Dogs need backward robes, too.