Slowly Forgiven
Today's Happy Accident: Holding onto the hope that Cirque will forgive me and once again reign supreme over the household from my lap.
Today is a good day to die!
The wedding was amazing. Princess was the most beautiful bride I've ever seen and looked every bit her moniker. Tool Man was so dashing, and glowed every time he looked at his gorgeous bride.
I did have another pouty-angry moment. I've come to realize that living with a broken brain is much like having a baby. It's no longer easy to just pick up and go; everything takes a little extra planning and preparation.
I knew I would be outside most of the day and planned for that, but totally forgot about the heat factor. Partly, because the weather has been wonderful; and partly, because I still like to block this stuff out. An hour before leaving for the wedding I realized I needed to bring a few extra things to help keep me cool. I H A T E the blue bandanna cooling thingie that I have. It is so NOT fashionable and doesn't go with pink, my favorite color.
So, I pouted; Turtle loved me; and all was better with the world.
I'm a huge fan of life quotes. My primary life quote for the past few years is, "Today is a good day to die." Which reminds me to confront my fears.
Yesterday as I watch the walkers a new one started percolating in my head, "Never give up. Never surrender." It's from Galaxy Quest, one of the funniest movies ever made, btw!
This morning I'm feeling like maybe I over did it a little yesterday. I have a "To Do" list that must be accomplished today. So, I'm repeating to myself, "Never give up. Never Surrender," and pushing through the pain.
Another Happy Accident: Discovering a new life quote. Although, this one will be secondary cuz my primary one is still needed.
Okay, I know it's hot when I wake up sweating! It's 4:45 am and already 70 degrees out with 90% humidity. I think it's going to be a scorcher again.
I wish I had River's exuberance for the mornings! He's just so darn excited to go potty and play at 4:00 am. Obviously he's retarded and doesn't know that it's WAY to early to be conscious.
River has devised an ass-attack strategy when attempting to play with Boy. It’s quite hysterical. Instead of attacking Boy straight on, he scuddles towards him sideways and then jumps towards Boy’s face and twist so his ass is first. I guess he figures this way Boy can’t smack him on the head, which has been Boy’s typical response to the canine usurper. Since River really can’t get very close to Boy for a good one-on-one fistfight, he has taken to biting his tail. I’m pleased to share that Boy and River are starting to play together, albeit tentatively. And, I’m further pleased to disclose that Boy has finally begun to kick River’s ass! Now if Cirque would only stop running from him and show him whose boss, maybe we could all be on big happy family. Am I a mean mommy??
Today’s Happy Accident: Puppy breath!I’m beginning to hate all the “living” with a broken brain literature. Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! I don’t want to LIVE with this; I just want it to go away. Instead everyday I’m reminded that my brain is broken. Every morning I mark the start of a new day with my heptagonal shaped pill organizer. Every night I mark the end of the day with my daily injection. I can’t get away from it and I can’t even pull an ostrich for a few days because of my daily medications.
I’m dubbing myself the heat canary. Instead of releasing me into a mineshaft to test for oxygen, I can walk into a room and tell you how hot it is by how fast my left hand goes numb and the world starts to spin.
Yes, I’m still pouting. Yet another day with no air conditioning at work! I was cooked in a 100-degree oven that is supposedly my office. At least today management rented these huge blower thingies with tubing jutting forth blasting cooler air. They look like robots from a really bad 50’s sci-fi flick. Danger, Will Robinson, Danger! I forget that robots name, but you get the idea.
Turtle went to a Padres game with some of the guys. It's the first time I've been home with River all by my lonesome. I must say, it is quite exhausting not letting a 10-week old puppy out of sight! I will be happy when River is potty trained.
The heat is still miserable. I was looking forward to work just for the air conditioning. As it turns out, there was a power outage over the weekend and the AC never kicked back on. I was in sweltering heat for over an hour before the AC was fixed. I ended up coming home early because that intense heat just wiped me out, again.
Finally, River has conked out. He has two speeds, Hyper drive and off with nothing in between.
I'm trying to figure out why I've been so despondent the last few days, I'm sure the heat is part of it. I feel a little better today, but still fairly anxious. In a weird way some of my anxiety is because I'm happy, or at least feeling secure and stable. It feels like life has given me so much good stuff, along with hurling me some real crap this year. I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, and based upon everything that has happened this year, it’ll probably fall HARD!
Just another one of those fucked up conundrums....being happy causes anxiety. Sheesh...I really need to stop thinking so much.
Anyway, I'm just going to turn this all over to whatever is greater than myself and know that all will work out, as it should.
Today's Happy Accident: Discovering the wonders and joys of fairies.
I’ve been having a hard time finding happy accidents the last few days. The oppressive heat suffocates me, much the way the blackness of depression does. I await a cool breeze to life the heat on my heart and take away the infirmity of my body.
I've come to hate the heat; it makes me so weak physically; emotionally; spiritually. I hate my broken brain!
Sometimes I feel like I’m sleeping through life. I wake up and wonder, “How did I get here?” I have flashes of images in mind that form an incomprehensible puzzle of my dreams. Walking through a dream rich fog to the spot were I momentarily wake up, only to drift back to sleep again and dream more.
My mommy and I have signed up to volunteer for the MS Challenge next weekend. I think it will be fun to get a team together and actually DO the challenge next year. I feel grateful that there is a non-profit organization that has made such a huge impact in MS research and helping people with MS. Check out the site to learn more about this super cool event. www.mymschallenge.com.
I’m feeling so guilty about how unhappy my kitties are! Cirque has thrown up several times when River got near her. She’ll only cuddle with me when I’m in bed and River is in his crate. Boy and Cirque didn’t eat for two days. I knew the adjustment would be rough, I didn’t think it would make me feel so guilty! Uggghhhh!
We took River to the vet yesterday for a check-up. The doctor was very complimentary of him, and of course everyone in the office ooohhhed and aaahhed and fed him lots of treats. River had it easy this time but next time, he gets the needle!
Today’s Happy Accident: Sharing the joy of loving my new puppy.