It Was A 2-Bath Bomb Night
I had a terrible day, and I’m not entirely certain why it was so bad. I had a good sleep, I didn’t have any crazy nightmares involving people dying (or waiting for people to die), and it wasn’t insane at work. But lately I’ve been not-quite-right, and I know it, and I feel powerless to actually fix it right now. There’s too much going on, even if it may not seem like it, and I’ve been putting myself on the back burner trying to keep everything else from boiling over. I need my meds adjusted, and my MD isn’t in the network so it’s going to cost me an arm and a leg to go back to her and get a check up in addition to the wallet-rape it costs me to get the crap refilled every month.
So I sent Eddie a text message this afternoon telling him how I was feeling, and requested pizza because for the first time in a very long time I wanted to eat for comfort. And after dinner Eddie drew me a bath and tossed in two vanilla and buttercream bath bombs, lit some candles, and left me in there alone for 40 minutes. I laid down, covered my ears with the water and enjoyed some well deserved silence.
Well, almost silence. I had a cat who was attempting to steal my glasses from the edge of the tub, drink the water, and sit on my stomach while I was relaxing.