For about a week now, I’ve felt like I’m sprouting a horn from my forehead. Inevitably, once it breaks, it will be the biggest, badassest zit I have ever had, but for now, it just hurts. And it makes me whine. And push on it because OW.
I’m sure it’s stress. Everything these days is stress. Word to the wise: Never mention short-term memory issues and frequent headaches to your overly-cautious doctor. You’ll end up a week later in a waiting room surrounded by Alzheimer’s patients and their caregivers, and later, because stress has kept you awake, you’ll fall asleep during the 30-minute long MRI of your head.
Y’all, I was so tired, I SLEPT THROUGH A MRI. OF MY HEAD. Have you ever had an MRI? Those things? Are LOUD. And BONKY. And DEAFENING.
I’m pretty sure I snored.
I’ve been very quiet here over the past couple of weeks. I’ve opened this page many times to write, but haven’t found the words to put in the box. There are changes going on – major changes. Mostly good changes. Some bad. Family stuff, household stuff, work stuff, school stuff (yes, I’m going back. Shut it.) But it’s…a lot.
One day last week, I had the housekeeper, the alarm guy, a carpet guy, the fish tank guy, the dog groomer, and the lawn care company all at my house. Simultaneously. Distraction is an art, and I am a master.
There’s a lot I can’t talk about here – not for now. Later. At the moment, however, I’m on a bit of a personal break. I’m nestled in a chair-and-a-half in a big ol’ suite in a cozy little bed and breakfast watching football. I’m here, by myself, for the entire weekend. Earl and Hubs are at home having Labor Day weekend fun, I’m sure. But me? I strolled around Asheville today, enjoying the light drizzle and then pelting rain that fell as I walked. I happily waited an hour for an excellent meal I enjoyed at a table by myself while reading a book on my Kindle. And now, here I sit, English Breakfast tea by my side, my Tide on TV, Kindle quietly recharging. Like me. This is my hard reset.
I’m hoping this is the start of a calmer, less-stressed me. The intensity of the last couple of weeks has been pretty overwhelming. Hence the second head I seem to be sprouting above my eyebrow.
Oh, and the MRI results came back just fine. Apparently, there’s a brain, and it’s “normal.” Obviously, the MRI is judging my book by its cover. Normal my Aunt Fanny.
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