I’m kind of bummed today. The wind is so strong today. I went to get the mail, and the wind caught my car door and swung it open. Then the door hit the mailbox, and I have a dent now in my car door. So that has sucked the life out of my day. I’m trying for it not to be. I went to Walmart and picked up my medication. I bought myself a Coke Zero. I chose this bottle that had a funky design on it. Come home and realize that it is flavored. /sigh. It’s ok and doesn’t taste bad—kind of vanilla Coke.
Coding has been slow today. I did finish my Technical Documentation project. We are doing a CSS-heavy project now, which is cool because I need more CSS practice. My little girl’s play is this weekend. I’m excited to see her and see her in a play again. She told me that it will be a few different plays. They call it New Works Festival. So that sounds fun. I’m about to go shopping again for dinner stuff and stove pellets. The wind is so strong out there. But I can use a break from coding.
I have another medication management appointment in a few weeks. I was thinking about something she said the last time. She was asking me if I had a speech impediment. She asked if I was deaf cause that is what it sounds like. I guess I should have told her initially that I’m severely hard of hearing. I didn’t feel I needed to at that moment because I heard her just fine in the video chat. My hearing aids are in good working order. I’m just so used to reading lips that I forget to advocate for myself regarding my hearing. But I don’t know; I felt her line of questioning was ok until she asked if I was deaf. Then I took offense. Maybe I was taking it too personally. I don’t think she meant anything bad by it; she was just curious and didn’t know how to ask. I wouldn’t even know how to ask someone if they are deaf, and I am deaf. Of course, I know the signs to look for when someone can’t hear or hear well. I think I just took her question too personally. I’m unsure why I took it more personally when she asked if I was deaf and not about the speech impediment. I’m shyer about how I talk over being unable to hear well. I’ve always been shy about my speech, which is another reason why I didn’t talk much as a kid. The other reason I didn’t talk is another story for another day.
I just got back from shopping. We are having Crispy Baked Fried Chicken, broccoli, and scalloped potatoes. The bags of pellets are still in my car; I can’t pick them up. I don’t think I can if I tried to. I better get going. I’m going to start dinner soon.
