I’ve been sick. like, can’t do anything else but be sick, sick. another time in which i feel such immense gratitude that i am home, and that my livelihood is not dependent on showing up in an office or classroom with pep. so much gratitude.
i managed a small amount of work. less than half normal. but whatever. i’m still astonished i could even do that.
i woke my kids up, got my kids to school every day, and games and practices were cancelled because of incessant rain. i made a roast chicken. i did the things.
as soon as the last was out the door in the morning, i went back to bed.
its a kidney infection, and its on its way out. just this morning i took five different pills to tackle the thing. one antibiotic, three urinarytract cleansers of the naturalfood store sort, and the anti-depressant that i always take.
but i’ve been forgetting the anti-depressant during the sickness, because of the brain fog.
on the weekends, the kids are with their dad all but one weekend of each month. so i was alone this weekend, and literally in bed the entire time. i’ve been wearing the same clothes to bed and to wake for three days. i’m colorful, very colorful.
being sick and layabout has knocked my filters down, and i’m looking around at this house and its pandemonium… without any ability to see the forest for the trees…. all i see is trees… and maybe they’re not all that healthy. from where i sit now, i can see nine different chairs. NINE. granted, this room is purportedly the dining room, so maybe you could see your way to thinking that NINE was an okay number.
but my kids and i eat around the table in front of the fire, in the kitchen, where we actually sit on the floor. no chairs.
so my sickness has opened the doors to the realization that chairs must really mean something to me. what, you say? no idea. because i am sick.
but right now? if you offered me a chair, i’d take it. its compulsive, i think.
hospitality? welcoming? respite? do i have to google the meaning of chairs? what the hell?
whoosh. and i have a man story to tell, which i will get to next time, because i need some of my own advice on it. involving a liar, wonderful sex, and longing…
I’m almost ready for Monday. the kids will be back in a few hours and i might just pop back into bed … but i’m ALMOST at the point where i think the bed is not the best thing for me, and movement might be better… so maybe i’ll get back on the laundry chain, or make that leftover chicken into a soup or something… the tide is turning.. slowly, slowly now…
OH my god, you guys. this was hysterical, and mostly because i had to do that schpiel like four times, because first i used my laptop camera, which, evidently, doesn’t share to anywhere. so, second go… dog barks, in my face, halfway through. third go, its on instagram but i don’t really want it on instagram… and number four, Phone.
is that not amazing? that my lil’ bitty phone is the most reliable and easy to use of all the tech i am surrounded by? i think its amazing. maybe even a little daunting, and i should probably treat it better.