blerg
yep, that's where we're at
I’m supposed to be romping around with my besties in PA right now, wearing a light jacket and picking an apple or two while a silly toddler yells for his Aunt Ellen. Instead, I’m laid up in the bed. The urgent care doctor told me I have 2 bubbles of fluid behind my ear, caused by a bad allergy attack. (I’ve never really had seasonal allergies so ???) She said I need to take it easy, to rest, to take antihistamines and pain relievers and nasal sprays. She said it looks painful, and let me tell you it feels much worse.
It’s been a pretty pitiful week in the So household - starting with a vet trip that ended in an overnight visit and testing and antibiotics we have to force feed our beloved cat Rey. And then I had to give said cat a booty bath after those antibiotics didn’t *ahem* agree with her. She dragged that poopy booty all over the house, so a bottle of Lysol & 5 loads of laundry later…I took my temperature, and it was 100.1. Thriving. Simply firing on all cylinders.
Nah. I cried a lot this week about it all, and then I went to work and got a new freelance job and called the vet 1853 times. I made dinners and put on makeup and checked off my lists, even though I had to take a Xanax. And we made it to Thursday, where after a night of ear pain and no sleep and an urgent care visit and Chris having to work late…we just looked at each other, weary. “What a bleak week, right?”
Chris and I often quote John Mark McMillian’s song Juggernaut to each other. When it all feels like too much, we simply say “Life! Life is heavy and it just won’t stop.” And that’s true, that feels especially true this week. Yeah I’m a mess but so are…a lot of things. It’s a good thing the other person is always there, intoning a lyric from later in the song: “We go on in the shadow of the moment. We roll on and we all carry on.”
This weekend, I guess I’ll try to remember what rest is. I don’t think it’s laundry and work and using all your energy to make soup. It’ll probably be more like reading my kindle, watching dumb reality tv, napping and reminding myself 163 times my body needs this, needs to be still. I’ll figure it out, I’ll roll on and carry on. So it goes.
