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Friday, April 11, 2008

and I thought I was having a bad day!

My insides are all scrunched up, and I can't work out how I'm going to manage my nursing job while looking after a little boy who is in an unsafe situation in the evenings, who has a tendency to scream on and off for a couple of hours when he comes here, plus every thing else I do.

As I cleaned my teeth this morning I worked on relaxing my body, thinking calm thoughts, unscrunching the scrunching... and then the phone rang.

I was greeted by an elderly lady with a wavery voice, in something close to a state of panic:

I can't come in today, I've slept in, my alarm didn't go off and I've just woken up and I'm not going to make it, and, and, and...

When she finally paused for breath I kindly advised her that (to make matters worse) she must have the wrong number but I hoped things worked out better for her. Then I hung up and laughed. We're all just little ants running around like crazy, stressing ourselves out over this or that! My problems, your problems, her problems... let's keep them in perspective hey?! And stop taking life so seriously!

A fitball class helped rid me of some of the angst too. I love fitball. It's hilarious, all these women bouncing around doing ridiculous things on a rubber ball. But it feels great.

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4 Comments:

At 12:33 pm, April 12, 2008, Blogger Deanna said...

Fitball sounds like fun. I trot in place for 40 minutes, looking pretty silly and sweaty when done, but I always feel so much better.

I hope things improve soon for the screaming child. I'll pray for your endurance. You're a kind soul, Cecily.

 
At 4:45 pm, April 12, 2008, Blogger Cherie said...

Little ants running around like crazy. Yep, that about sums it up.

Fitball, eh. Never heard that name but have seen the exercise. I've got a great visual in my head of you and your friends cracking up and calming down.

Thanks for the perspective, Cecily!

 
At 6:46 am, April 15, 2008, Anonymous sandy's notes said...

I outwardly laughed on this. Nothing like a phone call from heaven saying, "hey look Cec, someone else is having a bad too."

When I first heard you fitball, I thought you were mistaken, but then realized what it was. I can just imagine you and ladies too. I could use a lot of fitball myself.

 
At 8:49 pm, April 17, 2008, Blogger Robyn said...

What is fitball??
I need to ring you and catch up!

 

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