Good morning, all!
It's 5:52 AM as I start to write this: a horrible, not-nice, not-even-funny way to start the day. My alarm(s) go off at 5:30 these days. This morning, I woke up to go potty at 5:19 . . . not even NICE when there's not enough time to go back to sleep! Still, I crawled back into the warm bed (it's below zero out) and snoozed and cursed for 11 more minutes. ;)
I was into bed an hour or so later than normal last night, so that, of course, didn't help matters this morning. We had nasty weather yesterday from about noon on (COLD with horizontal winds scouring the new snow into a skating rink on the highways and needling into every part of your body . . . provided you could stand up in it) with new snow having arrived the night before. Swamp River Ridge only got about 3", but, with the drifting yesterday, I had to go out and plow when I got home last night. So, by the time I was home from a s-l-o-w drive from town and then had the truck started, headed back out and returned . . . it was 9:00 PM. Ugh.
Then, I took the time to check in to e-mail and found out that my dear friend who's battling cancer had a 6-HOUR SURGERY YESTERDAY! How did I not know this???? I feel like the shite-iest friend ever imaginable. Last I'd spoken to her, she said "all is hunky-dory, as it should be" (okay, so she does have a tendency to "stick her head in the sand" once in a while, which she admits to), but come on! I'm thinking maybe she didn't want to "burden" me with this because of the stresses I've been under lately, but I'm scared and worried and, and . . . . I can't even afford to send flowers right now, much less visit her in the hospital (she lives near Minneapolis), which feels downright poopy. You can bet I'll be calling her as soon as she can handle it, though! Doesn't it feel, sometimes, as though you're losing your grip on the things that are important to you . . . and you don't know HOW they slipped through your fingers? This is one of those things for me, and perhaps it's a good wake up call: what's important (she is) and what do you need to do to rectify how you feel? (Keep in better touch!)
Due to other extenuating circumstances, I had a fairly horrible day on Tuesday, my first day at my new job. So much so that, after trying to maintain a bright face to my excited, expectant parents, I dissolved into tears when I got to their house to pick up the dogs that night. And, I'd been doing inventory ALL day at work (although, granted, it's a great way to learn my section) and thought that being on my knees all day, reading glasses on to make out the fine print on the price stickers, was what caused my body's exhausting. The PAIN that I was feeling. I had a twinge of wanting to throw up on the way home, but I thought it was just the day's stress leaving my body. Nope.
I felt awful when I went to bed with the electricity-draining but NEEDED at that moment heating pad, only to wake up to HIGH-VELOCITY vomiting ALL over myself, the bed, the pillow, the floor, the everything of the bedroom at 11:00 PM. And that continued until 5:00 AM when I finally fell asleep. Poor Mom and Dad must have had that preternatural parental sense going on as Mom was awake from about 1:00 - 4:00, and Dad finally gave up trying to sleep at 3:30 AM and just got up for the day. I set the alarm for 8:30 and called in sick . . . GREAT way to start my second day of work!!!! So, I worked yesterday, a day off, to make up for it. Now I don't have a day off, due to work and long-ago made nannying promises, until the 19th. Mom said I'd dropped about 20 lbs. when I crawled into their house to drop off the dogs yesterday morning.
This morning is the first time I've been able to tolerate coffee, and it SURE DOES TASTE GOOD! Now that I'm feeling halfway human again, the trick will be to not overdo it! :)
I have another dear friend in surgery today, Bundle of Joy's mama, and I SURE hope that (and the recovery) goes well. The most difficult (and, unfortunately, I'm NOT exaggerating given her natural tendencies) part of it will be keeping her in bed and properly recuperating. I hope to visit her this weekend once she's home again.
Okay, I've taken up enough of my precious morning time, but writing to you was worth it: I've missed it! And, to end on an up note, my ex has stepped up to the plate to, yet again, bail me out of another financial emergency . . . until my paychecks start coming in and I can again pay my bills!
Oh, AND, I have to give up Chicken Mama Design's participation in my beloved local art festivals for this job. FoxyLady, I owe you a note! But, fear not, I won't leave you hanging . . . I'll still do all I can to co-direct / manage it with you!!!!