I must be getting old. I used to love changes and variety. Suddenly they scare me. I fear the unknown. The past three weeks of my life, there were a series of events which I wish to diagnose and ponder. In the mindset of The Law of Attraction, I am attempting to find the meaning of these events. Did I bring hardship to myself or is there a blessing in the greater scheme of everything which I ought to glean from the situation? It all began last month when I decided to accept a PT job with my former employer AAA. I was very set on it. Very sure of it. I was hired at a comfortable payrate and the job will be temporary so I have the flexibilty I need in spring of 2011. as it would turn out, on the very day of my important drug test for employment, our van would not start, requiring 2 AAA services. Ironic, I thought at the time, but remained optimistic. Didi happened to come by and brought me for the test. Helen from AAA called the same day to confirm my start date- everything was all set for me to begin my job training.
So November 29th, a Monday, I arrived, but late, for my training after a difficult coverage arrangement for the daycare. I was not discouraged. I remained enthusiastic. My sister Jessica's family/home problems were not mine, after all. she did her best and also she allowed me to use her car...had she not I would have been without transportation to start my training at all! But by Wednesday, the daycare was already flailing in the absence of my usual authoritativeness and leadership. At Midnight, overnight leading into wednesday, both of my children were projectile vomiting. This proceeded to run through my house and the daycare, affecting everyone but me. I remained optimistic however, because my Wednesday rides fell into place easily...very easily.
On Friday, however, things began to really weigh on me. Our car was unfixable and we had it towed home. We were using a rental while waiting for our AAA Gold card to arrive so we could tow it to Somerset for my Father to have a look at it. I had band rehearsal that night and no ride but Lauren had promised to help with that. suddenly, the car I am borrowing from my best friend Danielle gets a flat on Rt 95! she has no spare so now I have another "problem" to fix. I still remained optimistic- eager to help my friend who has been so courteous to allow us to use her vehicle with no question...I was a little bit glad to do it...It cost $100 for the tire and several hours for the tow/service...finally I got home ...made it to rehearsal...sounded brilliant...excited about performing again...trying to see the silver linings. That saturday was Annika's sleepover birthday party and my chaperone assistant Danielle suddenly developed the virus..vomitting. So I went it alone. It turned out to be great.
As the following week began, my Monday coverage, my sister was attempting to back out. AS I mentioned, she herself was having personal issues. I begged her not to leave me with no help. I believed AAA would honestly fire me if I did not show. She arrived, but late- which made me late by 10 minutes...apparently the most important ten minutes of my two-week training because my instructor was very unpleased with me. I tried to shrug off the insult and concentrate but it was at this time that I realized I myself was very nauseated and irritable and exhausted. I was also having abdominal pains. Tuesday the pains and nausea was worse. wednesday I was doubled-over, but not vomiting so I knew that whatever was affecting me was something different from the virus that hit the rest of the family. Because of training and no vehicle, I had no choice but to put off seeking medical help until the evening, when I ended up at the Kent hospital ER with a bladder/ kidney infection.
I managed to complete my training and we all stayed as optimistic as possible. we had a family gathering and put up our Xmas tree on Saturday and then a frustrating Sunday after I sang in church. I got my wonderful computer and printer as an early Xmas gift...then Monday afternoon I learned that the van was basically little more than scrapmetal. From there it has been a race for a new used car. And when I say used I mean really old! Oh well...tomorrow is another day to forge ahead..and to write...and share...
