when a good gut goes bad

Yesterday my body decided “gee, wouldn’t it be fun if IN ADDITION to having this sinus yuck we had some gastrointestinal yuck?” And then I did. And, for the record, it was NOT fun.

So I took the day off work and spent most of my time in my robe, sitting in my chair, watching mindless daytime TV.

Mom was very good to me and made sure I didn’t die. Lancelot was worried and very sweet. Which was wonderful considering I sent him a text at 5am telling him I couldn’t pick him up from work. That’s the mark of a good man, seriously.

I managed to drag my miserable little butt to the eye doctor yesterday and found out that the raging headaches I’ve been dealing with lately are from my prescription being drastically wrong, which is odd because these glasses are less than a year old. But whatever, I ordered new ones and I think they’ll be nice.

Life is just so chaotic right now. There’s a ton going on at work, we have extra critters at home because my sister is out of town, I don’t feel fab, and we’re coming up on the anniversary of my dad’s passing. February tends to suck.

But I’m doing the best I can, taking care of myself, and trying to sleep. I can’t explain enough to people who don’t have mental illness difficulties how crucial sleep really is. If I don’t get reasonable sleep for several nights in a row I end up a big ol’ wreck. So not pretty. Lancelot has been keeping a close eye on me, as has Mom. They both ask every day how I slept. Last week Lancelot was rather excited because I went to bed before he did on Saturday night and he heard my odd little snores, so he knew I was sleeping.

there i was, cornered in a cardboard shoe box, no popcorn left, trying my best to look like that stacked dude in To Wong Foo…

Why yes, I have gone over the edge, thanks for asking!

I really should be working right now, but I figure I deserve a break for a few minutes. I’ve been making good progress here lately which is good. I even managed to get some laundry done last night, so total bonus. Lancelot and I will be puppy-sitting tomorrow afternoon so I’m going to try to get some stuff done at the house while he keeps an eye on Pippi.

She really is an adorable little shit. So ornery. I found Garth’s favorite toy, Rhonda the Raccoon (also known as his fuck friend) yesterday in my laundry basket. PippiĀ  latched onto her immediately. Last night when we went to bed I got all the animals and Garth brought Rhonda to bed. The second he was done with her Pippi swiped her. Kids. Eric stayed sprawled out behind me in his usual night time spot.

I woke up this morning to a message from L saying that he’d had a song stuck in his head that reminded him of me. I listened and nearly cried; it’s very sweet. The original was from the Beatles “Help!” album released in August 1965. The video below is Paul McCartney with Wings from a tour they did in 1976.