At 3am... I guess drinking that Venti Cafe Estema from Starbucks during class tonight wasn't the best choice. And the doctor says I should be resting... TV is rest right? I mean at least this seasons conflicts on Veronica Mars are resolved in my head. Epic love affair with Logan, bus killer caught and dead, Lilly Kane murderer dead, all things wrapped up in neat and tidy little packages...
So I am feeling like writing, and since three people read this blog I guess it's safe to put down all my thoughts and feel safe...
I feel like writing a book about the last year of my life. I think it would make for a great story. I feel like writing a book about my summer of weddings, I also think it would make a great book. I feel like writing a book about my life. I'll devote a chapter to you my three dear readers... if I knew who you were. See there is this great thing on Blogger that can tell me you are looking, but not who you are... alas.
I spent an hour with my doctor today. He is such a nice man. A hiker, has a little boy, born last year, looks just like him... I am digressing. An hour... at first he thought maybe I was having a stroke. Good times... I mean I did walk in with a blinding headache (that I have had for the last two weeks in case anyone cares to know), and the disability to see straight. So full battery neurological exam, which included, I kid you not, wagging my tongue back and forth in my mouth. Sometimes I think that medical science if f&@king with me on purpose. Tongue wagging test past, and it was on to bright freaking lights shinned into my eyes which only causes the headache to intensify. Good times. After that it was the list o'stressors. Would you care to hear? Of course you would, The list:
- I found out that my wedding location has to be changed AGAIN.
- I was on a plane Sunday morning with my children and the landing gear wouldn't go down. We flew around Rochester for 45 minutes and it finally worked. We landed as far away from the gate as possible while still being at the airport, and were met by fire and emergency crews. All was fine and well and I was scared out of my mind by the look on the flight attendants face.
- Flying to California so that my future in-laws can meet the children from a previous marriage. (Oh and of course to see the man graduate from Caltech)
- Senior Celebration
- Heat exhaustion
- Cut day at work
- Getting a phone call from my boss and being balled out for saying "I think something might happen" to the wrong person
- Having my marriage hang by a thread while I look for ways to ruin peoples lives.
- Lets not forget that masters degree now
- Or the fact that I have been a single mom for the last 6 months and have still managed to pay my rent and the car insurance on time, well okay, before it cancels. You can thank me later :)
I have also discovered that I have no soul. That's whats causing the headaches. A total complete lack of soul. The human body can't hack it.
I allow myself three minutes to de-stress a day. You think I am kidding. My schedule for the next 2 months is so regimented that I have to look at my calendar to see if I have time to pee. Thank the Gods that the doctor made me take tomorrow (today really), off work... I'll actually be able to get something done here.
I want to sleep, I am tired, but I close my eyes and think of a different time, when things were simple, and life for women was baking, cooking, cleaning and raising children. I am the worlds worst feminist. I want things to go back to the way they were 100 years ago, when I was a simple Scottish wife and mother whose only claim to fame was the fact that she borne 12 live children who lived past their 14th birthday. At least that's what my past life regression says.
I digress a lot tonight. I am morose, and the headache is coming back despite the shot in the ass, filled with pain killers. I am beginning to think that the ice pick is looking like a good second. Lobotomies all around.
I think I am very slowly going insane from the pain.