It appears as if i go through my life in a medicated haze.  While this has its downfalls, there appears to be good side of it.

Take for example three days ago.   I was very frustrated (well mainly I was pissed) and still itchy.  However, I decided to put on my happy face and go to work.  I didn't feel like going at all, seeing as how I felt like shit and was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown.  But, I sucked it up (as i'm told to do many times) and got dressed and left.

Well, I guess I was more on the verge of a nervous breakdown than I realized.  I spent twenty minutes at work before I started bawling and ended up in the office of a superior, bawling my eyes out to her.  (Long story short, apparently my co-workers could give a shit that I've been quite ill for a while and don't think it's fair that I can leave whenever I need to).

So I dried my eyes and went home.  I stepped in my front door and took off my sneakers and went to let my wonderfully happy dog outside.  Then I started walking to my bedroom to strip off my clothes and slip into something I could feel free to lounge in.  I walked by my shoes at the front door and just happened to glance down at them.

I stopped and stared in my nervous breakdown, puffy-eyed, medicated state.  I had worn two different sneakers to work.  Apparently I didn't notice and I believe it was pure luck that they ended up on the correct feet.  They were different colors, different styles, and most importantly different heights.  And I had absolutely no idea about it.

I had to laugh.  Who knows how long I would have gone until I noticed.  At least they were both sneakers.

So I guess it took two different shoes to realize that I'm not doing so well, physically, mentally, or emotionally.   If only the solution would be as easy as putting the sames shoes on.