Getting Through A Crappy Day

Getting through a crappy day.
How do you get through the crappy days and remain positive? I am finding it hard to do today but determined to make it work if it kills me.
So I woke up at 2am. Had a dream about my fiancé, who is off with his friends in the mountains somewhere, hopefully having fun and “clearing his head”. I woke up and he wasn’t here. He didn’t text me to let me know he was alright. (I know they have no signal up there and his battery was dying when he got there). But I also know they stayed at the hotel last night, he has his laptop and was supposed to charge it and let me know he was ok. It’s not a big deal, but at 2 am it is a big enough deal for me to get out of bed and try calling him with no answer. It sucked. I was alone, I was worried about him, and a part of me was pissed at him. Not because he didn’t call, but because this is the one time he has taken time off from work and school and instead of doing something with the family, instead of doing something with me, he ran away and I am alone and I know he will not get time off again for months. But, I know that he needs this break, and I need to be understanding. And I need to deal with this on my own, even if it sucks.
Finally fell back asleep, and then my alarm goes off. Text message from my mother, cannot respond because my phone has been cut off because the man who is away and can’t figure out his phone is not working didn’t pay the bill before he left. Awesome.
On a chance, I decided to email him. Hoping he has his computer and will get the message. He did. Phone problem straight, bill paid and he is okay. He may be coming home tonight he may be coming home tomorrow. He doesn’t know. I don’t know. But what is new? I don’t know anything anymore. Everything I thought I knew was wrong, so what can I do about it? Not a damn thing.
I have a doctor’s appointment today… as usual. Primary care guy this time, time for our monthly chit- chat session. I tell him what’s wrong he tells me nothing he can do I say I know, he says here’s an antibiotic, see ya next month.
I like this guy. He is brutally honest, doesn’t believe in false hope. He stays on top of my other doctors, he doesn’t promise cures that don’t exist. He fixes what he can and he moves on. He is the only one of my team of specialists who hasn’t told me it is going to be okay because he knows it isn’t. He is the only one that has never seen me cry, but he knows the emotional turmoil I am dealing with. He is the one that told me it is only going to get worse and I need to prepare for that. Surprisingly, that is why he is my favorite. Some days, I wish for false hope, but that is what my neuro is for.
It’s about to snow and sleet here. Schools may be closing early. So far, this day is a bust. I am not feeling the hope or the self love, but I will fake it till it comes. So I got up and did my makeup. I am drinking my coffee and I am writing. I am able to control some things and I will make it through this day.
Things I am thankful for today:
1. No snow, schools opened on time, I don’t have to change my doctors appointments around.
2. My kids- Last night I went out to dinner with the youngest and watched her scarf down a half a rack of ribs. While I was there I got a text from the oldest who tells me she loves my hair because it makes me look more like her, then on the way home, the youngest one tells me that Hello Kitty is Jewish. She meant to say Japanese, but it was funny as hell.
3. My man- even if things don’t work out between us, he has been a big part of my life for the last 4 years and he has been my sole financial supporter for the last 2. If nothing else I have to give him credit for that.
4. Knowing that I am loved- loved by my family, my friends, and all of my online buddies who are also battling MS.
5. The house is warm, the coffee is brewed and I am a cute brunette.
Yes, I dyed my hair yesterday. It came out a great color that I love, but I have been a blonde all of my life, so it is a little strange waking up as a brunette. At least I didn’t go off of the deep end and chop it all off and dye it pink. I thought about it, but I think I am getting too old for pink hair. Besides, my shrink would probably try to have me committed if I did. But it did remind me of the whole Brittany Spears thing, I think I can fully understand why she went nuts and shaved her head one day. She was just tired of being herself, and it is so much easier to change the outside than to change the inside.
I have rambled on enough and I need to get ready to go. I am sure I will be back on later.