Okay, I know I haven’t been here in, like, forever. That’s a month in blog time. And here come the excuses. Not that I need any because most of you will come to my aid and say, this is YOUR blog and YOU do whatever YOU want. YOU are right, but I’m making the excuses anyway.
Is getting into the Olympics a good excuse? Because I did. We live about an hour outside of Vancouver, so this was pretty exciting for us. When we went to see the cauldron Ben couldn’t get over how it was ‘just like on TV’. His exact words were and these words were shouted while jumping up and down, “It’s just like on TV! It’s for real! It’s in real life!”
I’m working more now so this cuts into blogging time and, really, more than anything else I feel tired. Like I’m good for about three hours in the morning and then I hit a wall of fatigue I’m barely functioning tired. Is this a working mom thing or am I depressed but don’t know it or do I need to take a trip to the new Nature’s Fare Market where it smells healthy which means bad to discover I need approximately 12 different vitamins and I must cut out all of my sugar and replace steak with tofu in order to be a healthy whole person again? I hope no one ever tells me to cut out all of my sugar. One of my biggest fears is that I’ll be diabetic and I’ll feel screwed for the rest of my life. You can take away my legs, but not my sugar.
I’ve made a doctor’s appointment. Maybe she can tell me what’s wrong with me or point me in the right direction. She’ll probably say something like you should eat lunch at lunch and here are some pamphlets on a variety of counselors. And then I’ll pick a counselor based on the best qualifications (best looking pamphlet) and after a couple of sessions where he now knows everything about my sexual history (don’t ask) he’ll say, “Hmmm, you’re alright. You need to see a life coach. Here’s her card.” That’s paraphrased from real life, folks. I took the card like I meant it and then promptly lost it. I liked my therapist in the two hours I got to know him, but it wasn’t meant to be.
Hopefully I’ll be sent to get blood work done this time, told I’m anemic or something and I’ll be happily, yet sluggishly on my way. I love my doctor by the way. She’s one of the good ones and even though her hours are now cut in half and it’s weeks before I can get an appointment she will never be rid of me. I’m clinging to her like a needy teenage girl dating the popular boy in high school.
I’ll be back writing more of the story. I’ve been putting it off and leaving it behind for a while. Maybe I needed the break, but I also need to get back into sitting at my computer and writing something every once in a while. Thank you to all of you that stop here and read. It means the world to me.
(This has nothing to do with anything, but I really need to change that photo of me. I don’t have bangs anymore, I’ve acquired more wrinkles and my arm must be numb holding up that mug of coffee…)