Focus......

“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.”- Arnold Schwarzenegger
“The worst thing I can be is the same as everybody else. I hate that.” -Arnold Schwarzenegger

FIGURING OUT THE FIFTIES.... SO THIS IS WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT.......

Monday, 22 November 2010

Being poked with a stick.....

I have decided that the Gods have chosen me! I have been picked from the uncountable rabble that inhabits this planet by the Gods!!! How lucky am I!!!

The reason that they have chosen me????? Because they were in need of amusement, they needed someone to poke with a stick..... they needed to hold them up by their hair and spin them and poke them with a stick to see how much of this annoying game they could stand... They are doing this to amuse themselves... It certainly isn't amusing me.....

I mean really, this has to be some kind of a game... surely the past week and now it seems this new week can not be how life should be.... surely when you do your best to solve one problem, extra new and ironic events and almost unsolvable problems should not be tossed your way... This really must be the Gods playing with me!!

Why else would the Broom sell so quickly to be replaced by Tanks vets bills.... Why else would Tanks diagnosis be the worst, with a price tag of a minimum $2500 up to over $4,000 if we chose specialists and MRI's, but also have enough of a "maybe" that it left us with a choice as to whether we should allow the operation with all the risks to the joint and even to his other leg which would of course have to handle the extra load through the16 weeks of immobilised recovery required by a dufus dog that loves to run and leap and bound and rough and tumble... 

Or our other choice which is to risk that because the diagnosis isn't a certainty it maybe wrong and to treat him with more natural methods using anti inflammatory medication and add in Shark Cartilage, Green Lipped Muscle and maybe even acupuncture, with controlled exercise... A big risk especially if he does leap, jump run or tumble when we are not around... But this is what we have chosen to do... with the hope that enough care and restricted leaping may give his joint time to heal enough to give a better diagnosis....and also give us time to work out how we could possibly contain him should surgery be eventually needed. Why should I have to chose???

Why else, when I was randomly surfing the cars for sale for a replacement vehicle should the Chevy Truck sell, would I randomly find my Lime Green Jeep Wrangler, yes definitely mine, could see the registration plate, that I had to sell three years ago so we could buy our house, is now back on the market at an asking price that is just, yes just, ever so slightly out of our replacement vehicle price range... just enough out of our range to be damn tempting but definitely out of the range...

Why else would my boss..... who has always, always, always...  held the opinion that the Payroll Clerk (guess what my job is) should not attend the staff Xmas party due to the fact that it is always held on a Sunday night and Monday mornings are the mornings that payroll MUST be processed... no hangovers allowed, no headaches, no sick day, payroll person must always be fit, healthy and ready to process on any given Monday .. insert disapproving look here if any fun or party on a Sunday is ever mentioned.... So today I receive a complete 180 degree turn and get grilled over the fact that I am not planning to attend the staff party and as such do not have a costume ( yes it is ALWAYS fancy dress) organised.... seems suddenly my ability to be a team player is again being  questioned.... of course it is... For the Gods sake stop with the stick poking!!

So it is only Monday - yes it was payroll day which was done with a one dead computer whilst a new sidekick was trying to be taught.... oh and as soon as that was over the computer came back to life.. of course it did.. stop with the poking...

Cardio made me happy this morning and weights bought back my smile tonight. Nutrition was back to being clean, which it was yesterday as well, so no sugar tears from the poking today... I can't wait for Tuesday... cause I am going to be proving to the Gods that they have chosen the wrong toy... this one will not break as fast as a cheap xmas toy... this one is going to be spinning by its hair happily playing this weird game for as long as it takes for them to grow bored...

1 comment:

mq01 said...

spinning with hair flying round like a tasmanian devil ;) hang in there!! sounds like you're meant to focus on yourself, your family, your household...

so tank, do everything your mom and dad say, ok? they know whats best and how you'll heal the fastest! this means no leaps, and no chasing the tasmanian devil energy that has joined the house, it will subside soon.