I Can’t Help Thinking
Monday was not a good day for me. I stressed. Really for no good reason. J tells me that he thinks I stress over silly things because I’ve nothing major to worry about (thank goodness for that, though). He is probably right.
Over the weekend, I noticed a smudge, a mark, a something on the photo’s I was taking. I cleaned the lens but that didn’t help. I panicked. It’s the CCD and I’ve no idea how to clean that and don’t even want to attempt this. So, I stress about this.
I check on my passport on Monday morning – nothing. Stress some more. I realize I need to give it more time but I want it NOW NOW NOW. I stress about the camera. I worry about various other personal (too personal for here) things. J did well with trying to settle me down and tell me to relax. I try. It was definitely an Ambien night for Bex.
Tuesday, I go to the camera store in Boulder. Worried. But the lovely sales assistant reassures me this is probably an easy fix. It was. He showed me how to do the mirror lock and blow out the CCD/Mirror area. It removed that little speck of something and now all my pictures are clear as a bell. PHEW. I was in such a good mood after that. You’ve no idea how that one little bitty speck of dust weighed me down.
Now today, I check my bank account and my passport check cleared!! Yes! This means it arrived and is being processed. What a relief.
J and I got some of our shots yesterday. Poor J. He didn’t look so good while getting the two shots. He certainly does not do well with needles or blood.
Two down, three more to go.
J complained all night that his arms hurt, from the shots. Mine didn’t at all, until this morning. My one arm is really painful. It’s hard to move it. I think I probably slept on it last night, which didn’t help. Hey, at least I am protected from that nasty feces disease, Hep A.