C'mon, June!
Mayday, mayday!
That is precisely how I felt about May. Thank gawd June is right around the corner.
I have been mentally reminding myself about how lucky I am. I have a roof over my head. I have food on my table. I have a job (for now). I have the love of friends and family. I have determination. I have laughter. I have intellect. I have adventurous spirit. I have a giving heart.
The body will not follow. Course 1 on antibiotics was the equivalent of dragging my ass through the desert. Hot flashes, dehydration, extreme fatigue and no pretty green oasis in sight. "BTW, you can't take any antacids for the hellacious heartburn you're gonna have", I'm told. Second course of drugs kicking off a 3-day weekend= no alcohol. Brilliant. I have no children to boss me around and all the freedom in the world to drink, but no. Becoming violently ill is not on the list of fun times. Next up... vampire party! Because fasting and then passing out in a chair with 10 vials of blood on the counter sounds like a riot of giggles, to find out I have elevated rheumatoid factors. And whatever else is kicking my ass. Apparently, doctors are wrong. Poison oak was not the culprit, nor was shingles, thankfully! Hmmmm...
I am ready for June to jump in and leave May in the dust. Hitting the road on the eve of the 14th with a stay-over in Petaluma then off to see the boy epee/coach. Fingers crossed that works out. The hot beaches are calling my name. I will get to see family and friends, with whom I've spent most of my life creating memories. We will get to raise our glasses and toast my childhood bestie, who has wandered into the great beyond, and is likely sipping umbrella drinks of her own. I will get to show the girlie a castle partial built by my great uncles. And if plans pan out, a trip to Great America.
Again, I am working hard to keep the positive in focus. Some days the body makes any joy, sorely lacking. But... I live! I am. I can. I will!
That is precisely how I felt about May. Thank gawd June is right around the corner.
I have been mentally reminding myself about how lucky I am. I have a roof over my head. I have food on my table. I have a job (for now). I have the love of friends and family. I have determination. I have laughter. I have intellect. I have adventurous spirit. I have a giving heart.
The body will not follow. Course 1 on antibiotics was the equivalent of dragging my ass through the desert. Hot flashes, dehydration, extreme fatigue and no pretty green oasis in sight. "BTW, you can't take any antacids for the hellacious heartburn you're gonna have", I'm told. Second course of drugs kicking off a 3-day weekend= no alcohol. Brilliant. I have no children to boss me around and all the freedom in the world to drink, but no. Becoming violently ill is not on the list of fun times. Next up... vampire party! Because fasting and then passing out in a chair with 10 vials of blood on the counter sounds like a riot of giggles, to find out I have elevated rheumatoid factors. And whatever else is kicking my ass. Apparently, doctors are wrong. Poison oak was not the culprit, nor was shingles, thankfully! Hmmmm...
I am ready for June to jump in and leave May in the dust. Hitting the road on the eve of the 14th with a stay-over in Petaluma then off to see the boy epee/coach. Fingers crossed that works out. The hot beaches are calling my name. I will get to see family and friends, with whom I've spent most of my life creating memories. We will get to raise our glasses and toast my childhood bestie, who has wandered into the great beyond, and is likely sipping umbrella drinks of her own. I will get to show the girlie a castle partial built by my great uncles. And if plans pan out, a trip to Great America.
Again, I am working hard to keep the positive in focus. Some days the body makes any joy, sorely lacking. But... I live! I am. I can. I will!