I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not particularly good at being an adult. I forget things, I am absentminded, and I’m not the most organized person out there.
I’m having trouble keeping track of our schedules, and I’ll often forget engagements and then feel absolutely terrible about it…until I forget about it.
It’s hard to juggle the schedules of 4 people. I can barely get mine right! I’m not sure if that’s just “who I am”, or if I have my “chronic pain fog” to thank for that.
My latest oops…Archer has an appointment at Sick Kids hospital. Tomorrow, at 8am. I didn’t know about this appointment until today. I guess they mailed a letter to our old address. Luckily, I had called late last week to request an appointment for both boys and check the status on Nolan’s x-rays. A resident called me today to ask if I knew about tomorrows appointment. Nope, I did not. But it wasn’t really my fault, right? I mean…I think I gave them our new address…I’m pretty sure about it.
Luckily, Nana Kim is off tomorrow and will take Nolan to school for us so we can get to Archer’s appointment. I am kind of both dreading this appointment and looking forward to it.
I’ve still got stitches and staples in my surgery sites, so a long day trecking around Sick Kids is going to be harder than my already typically exhausting days of just being home. I obviously cannot miss the first appointment my younger son has with his specialist, I want to be there to hear what he says.
Also? His specialist is the very doctor that took care of me growing up, when I went to that hospital. He performed my first surgery and every surgery after until I was 18 years old. I trust his opinion, and his intuition. I can’t tell you how many times he predicted a certain spot would become problematic and saved me from having damaged muscles and nerves, and increased my mobility by doing so.
I’ve canceled/postponed my appointment at the Chronic Pain Clinic. It was for this Thursday, but that’s the day I get my stitches and staples out, and after our trip to Toronto tomorrow for Archer and after getting those stitches/staples removed, I don’t think I will be able to handle it. Plus…driving to and finding parking in Toronto twice in one week is a bit much for us right now.
But hey, I got a package in the mail today from my friend Sarah!
Thanks Sarah! I love my new shirt, and I won’t give up!