… but that third cosmo yesterday just about did me in. Oh four peeps – I am too old to be drinking THREE cosmos in the mid-afternoon. I last remember lounging in a plushy chair on the deck, sipping on my (third) tasty cool beverage and the next thing I know, I’m upstairs in the bathroom, sweating my ass off for some reason. I vaguely remember going upstairs but have no recollection for what reason. I lurched over to the bed and passed out there, still all sweaty. (I sound so very, very attractive, do I not?)
One cosmo = nice, pleasant buzz
Two cosmos = nicer, even more pleasant buzz when all is right with the world and I hear birdies chirping and singing
Three cosmos = sweaty, lurching, forgetful mess. Blarf. (to coin a term)
The evening was spent trying to recover from the egregious choices I made earlier. Duty was nice and went to buy me some soda to ease my tummy. Man, vodka is rough on my stomach. How do all those alcoholics do it?
Announcing: AN ADVENTURE!!
Duty and I decided to take a mini-break and head up to Portland, Maine! Don’t ask why Portland. It was a spur of the moment “Let’s do it!” thing. We are going to celebrate our tenth anniversary. We’ll be driving there (about 8 hours) and plan to visit Boston and see some sights. Last time I was up thataway was 1993 with my buddy Charlie. (That is a story for another time. I’ll sum it up thusly: as he dropped me off after a week long jaunt up north, he said “I don’t want to see you again for a very long time.” Yes, fun was had by all!!)
Anyway, YEY for vacations because I cannot take another minute of that job. I’m gonna rock some mad manifesting skillz and get my ass on out the door in the relative near future because those people make me crazeeeee.
Yes, I know I spend a tad too much time haunting the Palin blogs but this was HILARIOUS! It’s a good thing I wasn’t drinking coffee when I watched it because I would have had to get a whole new laptop. You MUST watch! (Don’t be slurping anything, though.)
Doc visit Wednesday – that was fun (not). Endometrial biopsy – results next week. He didn’t think it looked to be anything to be worried about but wanted to be sure. The biopsy itself wasn’t overly fun – the aftermath, though, weird. Something called “vasovagel reaction” which involved profuse sweating, near-passing out and for me, this very odd completely-out-of-my-body feeling. I had to literally coax myself back into my body. The doc was nice and had me lie down and turned down the lights a bit so I could come back to normal but it was hella weird. Not uncommon (according to an interesting menopausal site called “Power Surge” – nice name, eh?) but not fun. All day I felt drained and washed out. Just bleah.
I so wanted to take tomorrow off but since my backup co-worker just returned from 2 weeks on vacation, I didn’t think I should because he has to do his job and mine and when you’re 2 weeks behind, none of that is fun. So, off to work I go.
But a 3 day weekend ahead so wooo-hooo!
Love and kisses,
Snarkela (who is not (at this moment) passing out or sweating)
Did I mention that back in March, I had a very well-respected astrologer read my charts for the coming three years? Did I also mention that she totally and I mean TOTALLY called Duty’s heart attack? (Her words: how’s your husband’s health? my words: Fine. Why?) So, yeah. The weird thing was I had forgotten about that part – mostly because I thought it might have been the father-in-law she was picking up on. (Oh hai, blind side. I see what you did there.) It wasn’t until I was driving to the hospital the night of the heart attack that I remembered her words.
Along with that, she mentioned that during the fall I’d be experiencing a slowing-down of my forward moving energies that I’d been coasting on since the spring. Yep. That’s here too. I noticed I have written six posts for Practically Intuitive in August. SIX!! I had twelve the month before. I really do feel that the momentum that was swirling has ground to a halt and I am plodding along day by day. But, light at the end of the tunnel time – she said after November, it would pick back up and carry me along until well into the spring.
I know I sound like Eeyore these days and I really do feel like ye olde gray donkey of late. Nothing on the internets interests me at all, politics is the same old, same old fighting and bitching, I’ve run out of ideas for posts on PI, and this stupid-ass cold is hanging around still.
(Aren’t you glad you are reading this?? heh)
I’m just glad to know that this is only temporary. Lots of fun things to look forward to: a weekend of 24/7 babyholding and loving on October 3 with the nephew and godson of love, a possible costume party birthday celebration (the big 50 this year! aack!) and a vacation of some sort (not yet planned) in the near-ish future. All good stuff.
So, forgive me my Eeyore days of summer. In the immortal words of Sarah Palin: “This, also too, will … like, pass. Refudiate that, liberals!”
Or is that one’s self? I don’t know. I care a little but not enough to check it out, you know?
Thanks Gal for the comment that I am a bit hard on myself. I can be, yes. More often, though, I am inclined to slack and let things just float away. That’s probably why I am so hard on myself when the time comes because I’ve gotten away with things for a long time. (That makes no sense to anyone but me, I know.)
Had a nice consultation with a medical intuitive by the name of Christopher Stewart. In case you want to know more, here’s a great page on what, exactly, a medical intuitive does. I contacted him after a referral from my coach because I was worried about something my body was doing. See, during the hub-bub of Duty’s illness, I started spotting very lightly. This is not a good sign if you’ve been in menopause as I’ve been for over six years. It’s especially worrying when one’s mother had uterine cancer that she chose to ignore until it metastasized into a breast tumor. (yes, me again)
My coach told me an interesting factoid: when one’s spouse/partner/significant other has major illnesses, it often affects the other (well) partner in their reproductive organs. Hence, the spotting.
Before anyone starts spazzing out – yes, I went to my family doc who agreed that while it’s most likely nothing to worry about, best to go see an OB/GYN to be sure. So, yes, I’ll be doing all the medical stuff in tandem with the info I got from Christopher. Read More »
This has been a craptastic week for yours truly, trying to pull my shit together and failing to do so for the most part. A good talk with my coach yesterday helped clarify matters for me a bit, shed some light on the issues around Duty’s “total attack of the heart” and what it meant for me (and him) from an energetic point of view.
** Pretty sure I read way too much Sarah “QuittyPants” Palin gossip because I woke up yesterday morning with her twitter comment in my head “Peaceful Muslims, pls refudiate” – Duty and I laughed about that all day and kept asking our pets if they were peaceful Muslims. (I had to ‘splain it to Duty first because he was all “refudiate is not a word” – DUH!)
** Hal was awesome on Thursday and the show was just what the doctor ordered for a depressed chick like me. All the driving to and from the show in the rain/fog? Not. To truly enjoy my life I need to employ a housekeeper/cook and a chauffeur because I hate cooking, cleaning and driving. I’d post the picture but I look all puffy and fat and I hate it. I sent it to The Gal as proof that I did, in fact, accomplish my goal.
** I’m reading Geneen Roth’s book “Woman Food and God – An Unexpected Path to Everything” and it is eye-opening. I doubt it’s anything that hasn’t been said before by someone in some way but perhaps I’m ready now to truly hear it. I’m tired of fighting with my body constantly and these dumb menopausal changes (which heretofore had gone unnoticed except for a distinct lack of periods) are causing me an enormous amount of consternation and angst. It’s time for a shift, for something new around this whole body thing.
** Babyholding is in my future today. That will totally help shift the energy.
** I really got carried away with the marketing side of my intuitive business and feel that can become, well, not an addiction really but an obsession. There are eleventy million classes to take and things to do and add and see and read. It’s an overwhelming amount of information and I feel pulled in many directions. So, I decided to ignore all of that for a bit and take one course called “Uplevel your business” by Christine Kane – one of the reasons I chose it was that it’s an interactive course where you meet online once a week and have a group energy on which to bounce around. That’s something I need, I think. Early on, I bought a couple pieces that were work at your own pace and I totally blew them off. What a waste although that’s not to say I won’t pick it back up at some point. I’m learning my process for managing all this information and what works best.
Okay, that’s all the exquisite randomness for now.
After some back and forth with gay boyfriend Charlie, I decided that I’d blow past my depression ditch and go to see the Hal tonight. Don’t know what my issue is but I do have one. My depression always manifests as apathy and when I decide to blow off not one but two sekrit boyfriend events, I know I’m in the throes of it.
I really, really want a picture with him because I have (a crappy) one with Cookie so I need a (non-crappy) one with the Hal to round out my collection of stalkings and whatnot.
Heading out to the docs this morning (my own doctor this time who is not as Gorgeous McCuterson as Duty’s is) for some med checks. (I was going to write about it but got bored thinking of it and hell, it’s my own stuff so I’m not gonna bore you all with it.)
Look for a picture (I hope) of me and SB2 to follow. That should (should!) cheer my ass up!
