What a Convoluted Day

Life can go along moving fairly smoothly and then suddenly….everything happens at once. I am to report for jury duty tomorrow.  OMG ..me in jury duty. Son took me to check out the courtroom to see if I could even stand to sit there.

Over the mountain, I had a medical release but don’t have time to get one from here from the doctor’s office. They told me not to worry, that with only six jurors on this trial that they could move the chairs to make room for my poor ole legs.

Now, I really do not have what it takes physically to sit all day in a jury box. I do, however, believe being on the jury is a civic duty and an honorable thing to do and something everyone should do. We complain that certain groups are doing this or that but we don’t step up to the plate.

I am going and will tell them I will sit if they want me to as long as I do not have to be there on friday, as that is when my hearing is. So, down to the Huerfano County Court house and first thing..stairs..omg. And then an elevator that looks like something from a Betty Davis movie with the metal screen type door. I kept looking for some birds or something to come swooping in. LOL

 

And behind this door, is the creepy elevator that has a steel grate door and is so tiny two people are about all it holds.

And if you have never received a jury summons, this is what one looks like.

So, now in the morning I have to report for jury duty selection. They say that takes til noon and then the court case is Thursday. My problem is, I also have my hearing with the appeals judge on my medical on friday, so what if the case goes over? And to top it off, a friend called and asked son did he want to come fill in a couple of days for him. Son said yes, but then found out it means staying over nite and two days of work. I told him we would be fine. But, he does not like to leave me to fend for myself. We will figure it out. Two days I think I can handle. Hardest part will be nites for me. But what about jury duty? What about Jack, who will watch him during the day?  LOL  oh my, gonna be a complicated couple of days. And I CAN’T miss that hearing here at the house.

So, on the way home, son stopped and picked up a couple of things from storage and brought an end table to go between the recliners. And the Living room is just about done except for painting. I sure do hate that green color on those bookshelves. He unloaded five boxes of movies to go on the shelves and I guess those french cleats really do work cause the unit is still up on the wall.

Now just envision those shelves a glossy off white and it will look really sharp. And he brought his DVD cabinet and for now..it sits under the window between Mimi’s rocker and Papa’s chair. And that is an exhausted son with his foot showing in the picture above. Excuse all the junk in the rocker and little green chair.

And finally, son is thrilled to get up his coat rack. Is this not beautiful.

And so, could life get anymore complicated and if today put me in the bed, just going to the court-house ..what will staying there all day too. But, all things will work out in time.

And my youngest son was diagnosed with a form of MS. Here his mother, me,  has been disabled since I was in my early 40′s and now my youngest son is diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder. Both my son’s have health issues and suffer a lot of pain…too much like their mother. And Ironically, both have had horrible leg pain like their mother. I pray they do not hear what I did hearing comments to diminish what I had or imply I was not really sick. Autoimmune disorders take up to seven or eight years to diagnose because they resemble so many other things.

Unfortunately, because autoimmune disorders take time to diagnose and many self-appointed judges who are what I call  “medical computer guru’s”  who look up another persona’s symptoms, etc and have no idea what is really wrong and  are too quick to say “oh it is nothing”.  They have no idea the damage they do when a person suffers with pain and are made to feel like they are faking. My son went to Mayo. I wish I had many years back. I don’t have to worry about it now, for my health issues are too obvious. What I tell people now…”you know what is wrong, your doctor knows what is wrong…you don’t have to prove to anyone else”.

And now, I need to shower, fill out a juror form, figure out how we are gonna work son going on this job and me going to jury duty and coming home and all of that.  Not to worry…this hinney is part good year and part dupont…..we always bounce.  And besides that, our guardian angel always watches over us.

And this my friends, is a sign that I am in fight mode. It is my “shield” I put on when I am hurting so bad, or feel like I just can’t take one more thing, or the stress is too high…it is my “wonder woman” headband as son calls it. I have done this for years and those closest to me know what it means. One friend even sent me a wonder woman doll that she got a guy at a bar, who won it in one of those machines that has a crane in it, to sell to her.  She understood what it meant to put your symbol of fighting on. We all have something we use. And so, I am in fight mode