I've been on a roll of blah days and I don't know why. It just happens . . . everything is fine and you wake up one morning and it hits you in the face . . . the blahs. Well, maybe I do know what got it going this time, but it has continued for way too many days.
I'm struggling with an arm that was used like a pin cushion by the nurse at my doctor's office. The result is black and blue knots on my arm that freak me out. My hand still gets those stinging sensations from them trying to take blood out from my hand . . . unsuccessfully after several attempts. It took two nurses to finally get one vial of blood out of me. Torture is what it is.
My guess is that the blahs crept in the night before my doctor's appointment with the anticipation of the struggle that always ensues when they need to take my blood. It is a yearly ritual that I dread more than anything. When I feel the blah feeling starting to take over, I really do try to be grateful that I am healthy and think of those people who are not as fortunate.
My schedule has changed and so far I've been unsuccessful at controlling my sleep routine . . . I am exhausted from not getting good sleep. You don't realize how important getting good sleep is until you don't get it.
Watching the news doesn't help . . . and I'm a news junkie who can't stay away from watching too much of the cable news channels with nothing but depressing news. I'm so sick of hearing about Casey Anthony . . . enough already! I did manage to watch some old I Love Lucy episodes when I couldn't sleep that lifted my spirits a bit.
Today I received an email from my aunt who always seems to know when I need a specific message . . . it contained the following prayer. I'll leave you with this . . . it is a keeper for those blah days!