Things are okay this morning. The literal and figurative clouds have moved out, and I am not overly anxious about tomorrow morning’s lung function test, thanks in part to the Dirty Dr Pepper.
Several people have donated to my latest GoFundMe effort, and Beth told me about Nectar adjustable beds. Their regular prices aren’t insulting. And when they’re on sale, they are way more affordable than the Sleep Numbers. (I still don’t have the money now, but getting what I need feels possible. Mom said she’d help.)
I can’t express how much better I feel when things are possible.
I could turn this into a lecture on accessibility, but I’m trying to remind myself that assholes can’t grow ears. Anyone who’s capable of understanding will get it whether I rant about it or not, right?
In the meantime, I’m opting for a bed rail*. It’s very affordable, covered by insurance, and will hopefully help me pull myself up by my weakened right arm when my left arm is floppier than a 5.25″ disk and I need to pee.
Need more good news? I pooped today. Yeehaw!
Another good thing is that I am sipping on a Dirty Dr. Pepper from Sonic. Dan tried the last one I got and winced, saying it tastes like suntan lotion. I admit it was heavy on the coconut and lime, but that’s the thrill of getting a mixed drink for me. You never get the same drink twice. Today’s is exceptionally delicious, higher Dr. Pepper ratio than last time.
Dan can have his jalapeno-laced burrito and I can have my small Dirty Dr. Pepper and the caffeine can spur my GI tract into action and we can both be satisfied and happy.
I still have the cold sore, and my tongue and the inside of my cheeks are inflamed, but that’s pretty minor stuff. I’m confident it will get better. I usually hate a trite expression, but since I’m not in the middle of one of my IBS-C flares I’m going to use one anyway: This too shall pass.
Ope. More clouds. I’m out before things get too hurty.
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*Update: It’s here but the one the insurance company covers doesn’t fit. Sigh.