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It’s Almost Fall
That feeling we sometimes get when we’re sick to the point of wanting to pass out…? Yes, that’s precisely how I feel right now. What is wrong? I have not a clue. I just know I’ve felt dizzy, shaky, and not like myself. I took extra B12 early this morning and then passed out like a log. That was good, until someone in a fur coat decided that it was time for me to get up. Why? So SHE could go hide out somewhere and take a nap. The rules around here are fucked up, to say the very least.
That pre-Fall weather when you start to feel the time change in advance is generally when my body starts demanding extra sleep. I often joke that I hibernate all Winter, but that’s not entirely the truth, it’s simply how I feel physically. I was in bed so early last night that when I woke up, the moon still hadn’t risen. And, it is FREEZING. The days are in the 70’s, but at night you just want to wrap yourself in something warm and stay put, or at least I do.
I have no real evidence that I have a late summer cold or anything else that would require a doctor’s visit, so I am going to keep taking vitamins, drink some hot tea, and see how I feel then. As I begin to prep for Rosh Hashanah and Mabon, I hope I am well enough to cook, but I am NOT going to beat myself up over it if I need extra rest and fluids. If I don’t take care of me, who the hell will?!
If you don’t hear from me, send soup.
Laugh…
“Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired.
Smile, even when you’re trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision.
Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.
Trust, even when your heart begs you not to.
Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see.
Frolic, even when you are made fun of.
Kiss, even when others are watching.
Sleep, even when you’re afraid of what the dreams might bring.
Run, even when it feels like you can’t run any more.
And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience—you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric.
What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don’t live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.” ―Alysha Speer
Defend Yourself with a Good Night’s Sleep
Defend Yourself with a Good Night’s Sleep
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Missing In Action…Of Cats And Men
I’ve definitely been ‘Missing In Action’ for a bit, and for that I apologize. This is a particularly difficult time of year for me to start with, made harder by the fact that I’m going through some unhappy things in my daily life, and to add insult to injury, I am coming down with something. The severe temperature drop after the second round of snow hit me like a ton of bricks, and we’re about to get more snow. I was so completely out of it for a while, and I’m slowly trying to get myself back to a place of not wanting to sleep 18 hours a day. Top that off with the fact that I am showing signs of severe allergy to my kitten (Shh,. don’t tell her, she’d be heartbroken.)! The allergic reaction is slowly starting to heal, and I am praying that’s ALL it was, though I strongly suspect she was not fully treated for something at the shelter and I caught it. Lucky me! Who knew how many weird things could be passed from cat to human?! Normally I’m the one calling my vet to make sure I can’t accidentally give the cat whatever I happen to have. Setting aside the fact that I suffer from migraines and Fibromyalgia, I am actually pretty healthy, but every once in a while something weird rears its ugly head and knocks me out for a while. I have wanted to do nothing, but sleep and rest my pained body this week.
On an entertaining note, I get a phone call at 4:30 this morning from an, as yet, unidentified male in my life. I want to sell him on Ebay at this point, especially after this morning’s antics.
I have been utterly hounded by this person for the past three and a half days over what they should or should not wear to a job interview. How many times can one try on a suit for me with different shirts after I have repeatedly said “Solid white or cream colored shirt. Solid colored tie.” That’s the most simple, direct instruction in the world, right? With a black pinstripe suit, too many additional lines is overkill, yes?
At exactly 10:45 this morning, while I was sleeping no less, a striped white shirt and striped tie were unceremoniously shoved in my face with the question “These are good, right?” Why the fuck did you ask me AT ALL if you were just going to do what you usually do, which is NOT LISTEN?! I responded by saying, not in my most polite of tones, “I said to get a plain shirt and a solid colored tie. I said it repeatedly. What part of that did you not understand? By the way, I am SLEEPING. I will deal with you later.” I might have even said “Get the fuck out of my face right now.”, which is about as kind as I can be when you’re disrupting my sleep with nonsense that could have waited until I was my normal, functioning self. I admit, my “normal, functioning self” isn’t the textbook version of “normal”, but hey, he knows me well enough to know NOT to pull these stunts.
Men, I am going to give you severely important advice right now, so listen closely. Do not EVER ask a woman if she’s “on her period” simply because she doesn’t give you a sweet, loving response on no sleep. I’m not your mother. I do not have to pick out your clothes for you, wipe your ass, change your diaper, or anything else a mother would do for you. I am also NOT a bitch simply because you chose the wrong time to approach me with what is somehow SO unbelievably important that you feel the need to call me at 4:30 in the morning, later agreeing that I should go with you in a day or two to pick out the shirt and tie so that you will look nice, and then getting a hair up your ass and doing the wrong thing, only to wake me with said items about four inches from my face. The lines were so distracting, I’ve never seen a cat take off so fast in my life! She was laying here so innocently getting her beauty rest when, she too, is barraged by fashion. I haven’t seen the poor thing since!
In all honesty, I think she’s still scarred from the hour or so she spent in the laundry room this morning after my 4:30 phone call. I warned her not to follow me, I even shooed her out of the room several times as I was putting my stuff into the dryer. I went back to what I was doing after that, but about 40 minutes later, I couldn’t find her. I walked around calling for her, because she comes trotting in my direction from wherever she may have been or goes flying after me when she hears my voice. She doesn’t respond so much to her name, as she does to the fact that she hears me and knows she is being summoned to follow when she hears me say “Where’s Mommy’s baby? I can’t find you.” Or she just hears my voice and comes running for the sake of getting to run around like a hell hound, who knows.
Now normally, I don’t go back into the laundry room once the dryer is finished because I know my stuff is dry and these particular items did not need to be folded or require any immediate after care. I only went in because I’d washed one of my football jackets and wanted to be 100% sure that sucker was dry. I didn’t want to have to re-wash it because I walked away too quickly. Mind you, this little baby is still very small and does not have a real voice yet. She has a barely audible squeak, and you only hear it if she does it right at you or you are really quiet and happen to hear her voicing her issues, whatever those issues may be at any given moment. I opened the door and she came flying out, running into my arms for warmth and safety. The laundry room is the only unheated room in the house. My guess is that is the case because it was added on to the house, and is not a part of the original structure. This is precisely why I didn’t want her in there to begin with. There’s always something dangerous that someone so tiny can get into, and by the way she has been following me around since “the ordeal”, I’m praying she learned her lesson and will never do that again. I spent the entire time calling for her and honestly thought she was under the bed or in another room ignoring me, as she is wont to do at times. As loving, needy, sweet, playful, and affectionate as she is, she is also an independent seeker of trouble. I say “No!” roughly 100 times a day, or more. Now that I think about it, it’s similar to how I talk to unidentified male. Coincidence? I think NOT. On the plus side, at least she’s civilized.
I Am SO Tired!!…
I Am SO Tired!!
“I am so tired – so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually.” ―Elizabeth Gaskell
*I’m unendingly exhausted. I’ve reached that point in the year where, right before the time change, my body thinks 4:00 PM is a good time for a nap, and by midnight, I am ready to fall on the floor or fall asleep wherever I happen to be sitting or standing at the time. Even as I write this, I’m having the damndest time keeping my eyes open. It would be nice to sleep for a week without thinking about all the things I MUST do, but for today, I’ll have to settle for a few hours of rest and then turn back to the task at hand. Never a dull, easy, carefree moment.*
Home…
Home
“Home is where the cat and her house-keeping staff sleep.” -Rachel Locke
Magic Works!
My sleep summoning ‘spell’ obviously worked the other day because I am actually awake at a decent muggle hour, and I have energy, but I suspect that’s from the caffeine in two rounds of migraine medication. Regardless, I’m pleased and wanted to share that I have launched a second blog. It may not interest all of you, as it’s strictly beauty reviews, but you can still check it out if you want.
http:/blmbeautyreviews.wordpress.com
Hopefully my burst of energy will result in the second half of that blog about Migraines. =)
Accio Sleep!!
This is awesome sleep-inducing music, but for some reason it awakens my brain’s creative state and keeps me in a state of productive mania. Even still, I love this.
And The Moon Sees All 