In the past 8 days my to-do list has been quite ferocious. One might almost say it has been doing ME. I haven’t been tackling one or two items at a time…I’ve been coping with them pretty much all at once: sore throat head cold stomach flu fever chills aching diarrhea pneumonia (!) hacking cough and as if that list weren’t enough…menstruation Apparently, I even multi-task ILLNESS.
It’s really hard for me to climb on top of my quivering pile of motivation to write something when I’m angry or upset or sad or stressed out. Taking deep breaths doesn’t really help. Straightening my back and consciously lowering my shoulders only works so long until the next time, minutes or hours later, when I realize I’m hunching or slumping again. Some days are just full of Suck and some days that start out fine and putter along at a pleasant speed are suddenly derailed by an unexpected turn of events: something done or not done, expectations not met,...
You know how when you hit your funny bone a good one, it radiates that spasm up and down your limb to the exclusion of every other sensory input possible in that moment? How you just have to stand statue-still, with your other hand clamped around the screaming bend in your arm, and WILL the pain to fan out from your fingertips? What would you do if it didn’t stop? For. Two. Whole. Weeks. I called our healthcare insurance company today and asked for an appointment with a naprapat which I wasn’t even sure of the definition of until about...
Have tried for 15 minutes now to think of something to write about that didn’t make me sad, mad or tired. Failed. Will try again tomorrow.
Following on the philosophy of my last post about not saying anything if I don’t have anything good to say…the main thing taking up my brain space this week is the situation at work, and since I try not to write too much about work, especially when I’m not happy about it, I don’t want to step over my own boundaries, so let’s just say that every possible bad thing you could imagine about sitting in open landscaping? Doesn’t even come close to how bad it actually is right now. I’m far from the only unhappy one, but I swear...
It’s just been kinda sorta not exactly but almost one of those days: waking with a headache, slapping the snooze button in my sleep, getting up late, stressing at work, having my worst fears confirmed about the move to open landscaping (not even by a window), but hey! Barky looks FANTASTIC. Haa! I called yesterday to the sushi place that I picked for the AWC sushi night on Friday, to book a table. There were 20 people signed up. TWENTY people! That’s just crazy! I had tried to call the day before but they have opening/phone hours between 5 pm...
UGH. I would like a weekend do-over, please. Except for the party I attended last night which was really fun and a huge success, this has not been a couple of days I’d like to keep. I’d rather hand them back in and get new ones, please. I’m the membership officer for the American Women’s Club and come September one of my responsibilities is to chase down membership fees for the new season and determine whether or not members are renewing. If they are, then I need to update their info in the printed directory, which I also handle (not...
hen I lived in my first apartment in downtown Chicago it was on the 3rd floor of an old brownstone with no elevator. We had a stairwell in the front with 2 apartments off each landing and a rickety wooden contraption on the backside that opened off our kitchen and led down to the laundry room and storage rooms in the basement as well as up to the roof access. It doubled as a fire escape but the landing was too small to use as a balcony. I lived there for a couple of years with various roommates: 2 friends...
One more week to get through without my husband…can I do it? This past week needs to be reeled up, stuffed into a time canister and shot to the moon: I never want to see it again. There WERE good things that happened in it, don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t ALL bad, but man alive! I feel like my brain is spinning in circles. On Wednesday, after work, I drove home, grabbed the kids and we took off for Malmöfestivalen to eat festival food: langos and churros and mini-smörgåstårtas. We met up with Cate’s oldest daughter Paige who was...
I don’t know, it’s one of those weeks. A woeful week, in which I have had sort of sad, or at least shaking, news from a friend and, with another friend, flailed helplessly in the face of her grief, though trying my darndest to avoid the chin-chucking and it-will-be-fining, because in her case it WON’T and all I can do is try and hear what she is saying and keep reiterating that sometimes horrible things happen and it’s not your fault. It’s a week of work-drowning, where the waves keep pulling me under and I keep trying to bob up...