30 Days of Thanks Day 16: Backup Personal Assistants

It is 9:37 PM right now as I sit writing this post on my phone. I am in the foyer of a local banquet hall, waiting for my paratransit bus. I requested a 9 PM pick up and it was scheduled for 9:25.

Here’s the thing with paratransit. I can only be 5 minutes late. But they can be up to 25 minutes late and still be considered “on time.”

At 8:27 PM, as I was eating dessert at the event, my Personal Assistant sent me a text asking if I could find someone to cover her 10 PM shift. She isn’t feeling well.

Thankfully, one of my other Personal Assistants lives just five minutes from my house and is willing to meet me when I get home so I can pee and go to bed.

The bus just pulled up at 9:43 and with any luck I’ll be home by 10:20. I can hear my bed calling me.

Tonight I am grateful for backup Personal Assistants who come in on short notice so I can pee and go to bed.

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30 Days of Thanks Day 14: Sudafed

For several days, I have been feeling a cold or sinus infection coming on. Each day, my head has felt increasingly stuffy. My throat has gotten more sore.

Last night I gave in and took night time cold medicine. I slept like a log for 8 blissful hours. Then I woke up when my alarm went off at 5:10 AM.

My head felt like it was going to explode. But since I didn’t have a fever, I got up and got ready for the pool. Knowing I faced a long day, I asked my Personal Assistant to dig out the “12 hour amp you up Sudafed.”

It’s not the name-brand medication, but it works! My day was made possible thanks to this medication. I went to the pool, work, a doctor appointment, back to work and then back home.

Now the medication has worn off and I’m ready to take another night time pill. I’m grateful for better living through pharmaceuticals today!

I’m more grateful for my bed, but I’ve already used that for one of these posts.

30 Days of Thanks Day 13: Pizza with a Good Friend

A couple of weeks ago my friend Crystal sent me an email asking if I had plans for November 13th. She was going to be passing through my city. Would I be able to meet for dinner and/or breakfast?

Of course I said yes before I checked my calendar. Thankfully when I did check, I didn’t have anything else planned.

This is my second visit from Crystal in as many months – a real treat since we don’t live in the same country. Granted, the Canadian border is only about three hours away. But when you haven’t really driven in almostĀ  two years, even a three hour drive can seem like the other side of the world.

Tonight Crystal and I shared a pizza in my new apartment. We laughed, we expressed anger and frustration, we hugged. In other words, it was a fantastic visit.

Tonight I am grateful for good friends like Crystal who are willing to share pizza at my cluttered dining room table.

Photo of a statue of a man sitting on the back of a park bench, typing on an open laptop computer. Next to him is an open bag from McDonald's with fries and a burger. While he is absorbed in his computer, a squirrel is climbing up the back of the bench with the a hamburger bun in his mouth. Two women are seated near the statue. A woman in a pink dress sits in a wheelchair in front of the bench. Seated next to the statue on the back of the bench is a blond woman wearing a black and white polka dot shirt.
My friend Crystal and I visiting Montreal a couple of years ago.

30 Days of Thanks Day 12: Massage

I used to work in a large building with several offices. I hated most of life in the cube farm. The one thing I loved was my weekly massage.

Alyssa, my massage therapist, came to the building once a week to give chair massages. For twenty minutes every Wednesday around 1:00, I would sit in bliss as she slowly tried to work the stiffness from my neck and shoulders.

As I was preparing to leave that job for my current employer, I lamented to Alyssa that our weekly visits would be what I missed most after I left. Her reply filled me with joy and hope.

You know, I do make house calls.

So, for the past five years, Alyssa has come to my house once a month for an hour-long massage. Last year when I was in the hospital, she came to visit me. Her gentle touch helped relieve some of the swelling in my feet and toes.

Today was massage day, and boy did I need it! I’m not just saying that. Alyssa kept mentioning it too as she found new areas needing work.

I told her I was going to make her my daily gratitude, because she is by far the best thing that happened to me today. Thanks for helping me feel better for so long Alyssa. I’m grateful for your talented hands, but more appreciative of our friendship.

Two open hands with red palms.
Alyssa’s hands after a massage.