It's a cold Saturday morning.

It's been an odd week. It started off realy good. After having 4 days off from work I was ready to get started again. Only a press broke down over the weekend so we were manualy loading parts that we had to have. It's hard slow work, but everyone pitched in & we had a good time doing it.

Than on Wensday my bedroom set came early so I was home to take delivery. Only without thinking I was wearing stretch pants & a tunic top with blue fuzzy slippers. At first I didn't know why the guy was looking at me funny than I rememberd that my closet door was open & he could see there were no mens clothes. Normaly I would have been very nervois, but I just thought, oh well. They set it all up, we did the paper work & they left.

But that night at work I re-injured my left arm. Now I can't move it without pain, so I'm off work. When I went to the doctors he said that they've been waiting for me to get in & start taking care of my diabetes. I was kind of shocked. He told me my last 2 blood works showed my suger was high, over 200. So he set me up with all the stuff I need to watch it & meds to controll it. He also told me that may be the reason I heal so slowly if at all & have sudden mood swings. I just thought I was bitchy.

Good & bad life goes on.