weekend update
So over the weekend I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad fibromyalgia attack. What happens (to me) is that my skin gets hypersensitive to the point where even my flannel sheets hurt to the touch, and my legs feel as though they've been beaten with a sack full of baseballs from the bottom of my spine all the way to my mid-calves. The pain is bad during the day, but when I try to lie down to sleep, it becomes excruciating. It's weird.
It's worse these days because I have been neglecting my cardio, but in order to get better I have to fight through the pain and general fatigue to get to a point where it doesn't hurt to do cardio. It's a catch 22, if you will. The meds make my mom feel even worse, though, so I tend to self-medicate the way my grandfather did, which isn't the best approach, but we do what we can.
Anyway, the point is that I didn't do a whole lot this weekend as a result, other than lie around and take a lot of Motrin. Consequently, I found the absolute perfect dog for me on Petfinder. He's a Border Collie/Greyhound mix, which means he'd be the perfect running partner, he's four years old, and he's looking for a female-only household. He gets along fine with cats, but he wants to be an only dog. He's housebroken and has great manners and walks well on a leash. The only catch is that he's in Ohio.
BUT he's only an hour away from jengeorge, so if I really wanted to I could drive up over a weekend and pick him up without a lot of hassle. Not that I've thought it through or anything.
The best part is that his name is Corky, so I could just drop the 'k' and he'd never even notice. Here is a picture of Cor(k)y's smiling little face:
I know, I know, I said I can't have a dog. I shouldn't even be looking at dogs. My dad's head would explode if he so much as heard me say the word 'dog'. But I'm a goddamn adult with a home and a good job, and I don't know why I keep telling myself I can't have a dog when there are plenty of dogs out there who would be far better off with me, even working as much as I do, than in their current situations.
Also this weekend I took my sister to have her tarot cards read for her birthday. It was pretty fun, and we ended up discussing my inevitable move in a very rational and calm way. I was worried that she was going to be a complete bitch about it, since she lost it on me this summer for no good reason, but she's had time to come to terms with the idea, I guess.
(I wish my family members could just talk about stuff rationally. It would make my life so much easier. Alas, aside from my mom, they are weirdo passive aggressive head cases.)
Anyway, I think the blow was softened by the fact that evidently my sister and her husband are considering a move of their own. I won't even go into what I think of that. Whatever, not my problem! I don't have to care what they do. I'm going to move back up north and they can do what they do and I'll see them when I see them.
I did do tarot card readings for my mom (who is visiting for the week) nephew, and sister last night, just for fun. (I made her pay me in wine.) Then I let them watch me try to read for myself, because it's always hilarious how completely nonsensical it is. I cannot read for myself. I have no idea why.
So that was my weekend. This morning I applied for that job in Connecticut, because the pay is too good not to, and also it is basically the next town over from writingpathways, so at least I know people there. Plus my tarot card reading (the professional one, not my sad attempt) suggested that the job for me isn't necessarily in the city, so I should keep my options open. We'll see.
Today I have a dentist appointment at lunch time. Tomorrow I see the nose doctor. It's an exciting week.
It's worse these days because I have been neglecting my cardio, but in order to get better I have to fight through the pain and general fatigue to get to a point where it doesn't hurt to do cardio. It's a catch 22, if you will. The meds make my mom feel even worse, though, so I tend to self-medicate the way my grandfather did, which isn't the best approach, but we do what we can.
Anyway, the point is that I didn't do a whole lot this weekend as a result, other than lie around and take a lot of Motrin. Consequently, I found the absolute perfect dog for me on Petfinder. He's a Border Collie/Greyhound mix, which means he'd be the perfect running partner, he's four years old, and he's looking for a female-only household. He gets along fine with cats, but he wants to be an only dog. He's housebroken and has great manners and walks well on a leash. The only catch is that he's in Ohio.
BUT he's only an hour away from jengeorge, so if I really wanted to I could drive up over a weekend and pick him up without a lot of hassle. Not that I've thought it through or anything.
The best part is that his name is Corky, so I could just drop the 'k' and he'd never even notice. Here is a picture of Cor(k)y's smiling little face:
I know, I know, I said I can't have a dog. I shouldn't even be looking at dogs. My dad's head would explode if he so much as heard me say the word 'dog'. But I'm a goddamn adult with a home and a good job, and I don't know why I keep telling myself I can't have a dog when there are plenty of dogs out there who would be far better off with me, even working as much as I do, than in their current situations.
Also this weekend I took my sister to have her tarot cards read for her birthday. It was pretty fun, and we ended up discussing my inevitable move in a very rational and calm way. I was worried that she was going to be a complete bitch about it, since she lost it on me this summer for no good reason, but she's had time to come to terms with the idea, I guess.
(I wish my family members could just talk about stuff rationally. It would make my life so much easier. Alas, aside from my mom, they are weirdo passive aggressive head cases.)
Anyway, I think the blow was softened by the fact that evidently my sister and her husband are considering a move of their own. I won't even go into what I think of that. Whatever, not my problem! I don't have to care what they do. I'm going to move back up north and they can do what they do and I'll see them when I see them.
I did do tarot card readings for my mom (who is visiting for the week) nephew, and sister last night, just for fun. (I made her pay me in wine.) Then I let them watch me try to read for myself, because it's always hilarious how completely nonsensical it is. I cannot read for myself. I have no idea why.
So that was my weekend. This morning I applied for that job in Connecticut, because the pay is too good not to, and also it is basically the next town over from writingpathways, so at least I know people there. Plus my tarot card reading (the professional one, not my sad attempt) suggested that the job for me isn't necessarily in the city, so I should keep my options open. We'll see.
Today I have a dentist appointment at lunch time. Tomorrow I see the nose doctor. It's an exciting week.