Recognize the patterns

We went to rugby after all.

Just Son#1, torrential rain, the husband's 15 bucks, and I.

It was good that we went.

They need 7 players per match, and only 7 kids showed up.

Show up, participate, give it your best shot.

It's like a mantra for life.

Today is Monday, filled with meetings and more meetings, teaching classes I'm utterly unprepared for.  

My mind is somewhere - where I don't know, but my focus is gone.

Gone.

I have to study and remember stuff.

I can't even find words for what I want to say.

There is a glitch in my brain.
I have an appointment with an endocrinologist in July and I'm putting all my eggs in his hope-basket, praying that someone out there will be able to help me feel better.

Have energy for life, and not feel like an 80 year-old.

Even my nearly 80 year-old mother in law has energy and memory surpassing my own many times over.

The only thing that is good, is that I recognize what is going on here.

And if it's not my thyroid and adrenal glands, I'll eat my hat (and yours too).

I have ALL the symptoms.

I'm falling apart, and that's tough with a tough job and a tough little family and some tough, demanding self-expectations.

Breathe in, and out again.

Today is just today.

 Ain't it?

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