Nothing like a call from a specialist the Monday morning after a holiday weekend saying “she wants you to get this ultrasound IMMEDIATELY “ to put some pep in your step.
Is it omicron or delta or your period or a cold or flu or allergies or anxiety or long covid or perimenopause or food poisoning or migraine or a tumor (“it’s not a tumor”) or PTSD or parenting is just so hard lolol or too much sitting and screen time and stress or IS IT COVID or
That’s a modern thing. You could take out the tense “Should I cut the red wire or the blue wire?” scene in any movie & substitute the person having to get CAPTCHA right on the first try or else & my anxiety level would be even worse.
@HatfieldAnne When I was little I got in trouble for dancing the can-can every time I had to stand around. Apparently it’s inappropriate for a 9 year old. And “but I saw it in a movie” is no excuse.
I enjoy very little, to be perfectly frank with you. Since coming out of of lockdown, I don't go anywhere. I literally only go to gym and to work. That's all it took to make me happy.
I don’t upgrade phones until the old one is useless. Soooo every time I get a new phone it’s multiple gens ahead of my last phone. There’s always new things they do that freak me out and make me think I broke my new phone.
I have discovered with my mom living here that I hate repeating myself more than just about anything. Projectile vomit or repeat myself? Hold my mop. Stub my toe or repeat myself? Sorry little pig.