This is exciting. I am an empty day nester! I cried on and off for the first 2 days and now…I am good. Cracker, Bambi and Alpha are all nestled into their classrooms and I can rest easy. Cause like I literally have to rest. I went to my rheumy yeterday and he actually diagnosed me with exhaustion. It’s making me twitch. Full truth, people. It’s made my RA bad and now my muscles have been effected. And I have had an eye twitch for 2 weeks. I am NOT winking at you. It didn’t help that after singing last night, I couldn’t get to sleep until 2am. I have a million projects and things to do…a house to scrub…but for today, I need to get rid of this twitch.
And so, for those close friends and family that have been worried about me, I am fine. I am going to go rest. But not before I share with you todays Heatherevent:
This all started with my dear friend “Sid”. I call her that because she has undiagnosed OCD. I am pretty sure I came up with that name after too much Pinot Grigio, while she was scrubbing my floor on her hands and knees. She is incredibly thoughtful and she picked up some cream for me at the store the other day when I was feeling ill. (BTW – “Sid” started this whole nickname thing with calling me “Rah”, making fun of my awful auto-immune crippling disease know as Rheumatoid Arthritis. Love that bitch because laughter is the best med I take.) I had this really bad, crazy week where I found myself not being able to have a freaking cup of coffee. I was starting to get a little obsessed with the absence of it. And I only drink decaf, which makes the whole scenario a lot more embarrassing.
First, I was out of coffee, then I was out of cream, then I tried skim and it tasted like poop, then I thought I would drive to Starbucks then I was too sick to drive to Starbucks. Then my sweet dear friend “Volly” from next door came over and bought me some coffee. Then I was still out of cream so it just sat there. Then “Sid” eventually came over at some point and brought me 2 small creams, instructing me to put one in the freezer and pull it out the day before you need it. Her mom always did that, she said and I can verify that her mom knows everything.
HELLO “Sid”, who do you think you are dealing with? It’s “Rah”. Like I would ever be organized to plan ahead.
Today, I made a gorgeous pot of coffee and I couldn’t WAIT to enjoy some quiet time on my stoop after the bus left…and I go into the kitchen make THE perfect cup of coffee and I am freaking out of cream.
Now, I know what I am going to do next. And it’s going to suck because it’s not going to work out well for me at all. But I do it anyway, because I lie to myself that I am an optimist. I go into the freezer and I pull out the frozen cream. Frozen, rock hard, frozen, frozen. I mean like, take-a-day-to-thaw-a-turkey-frozen. I dropped it on the counter THUNK and stared at it for a minute or two. I now have time for this, you know. I decided to go get a teeeeeennnyyy weeeeeennny little kid’s knife. I shoved that little knife in there and I scraped and scraped little tiny shards of frozen cream into my coffee cup. Plop. Plop. Plop. Stir it up….and voila! Outcome?
I’m going back to bed.