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Sorry, I didn't mean to vanish like that, however briefly. I've been so busy just surviving minute to minute and day to day that I haven't had anything left over to write about it. I know that sounds melodramatic, but it's true. Or at least, it's how I feel.
One of the hardest parts about all of this is the nagging feeling, deep down inside, that I'm being a baby and that I should be able to just shrug my shoulders, take a deep breath, and get over it. I cried for half an hour the other day when I found out that (for the second time this year) the landscapers decided to weed my garden for me with a weed-whacker. Thr first time, they only destroyed the soybeans. This time they shredded half our green been patch, chopped all the leaves off the eggplant and half the vines off the cucumbers, and decimated the outer row of tomatoes. Yeah, it's frustrating, but it's not worth hysterics. Grow up, take a deep breath, move on.
I did make it to my doctor, at least, amid rather deep fears that he would tell me that it was just a stiff neck and that I should grow up, stop being such a whiner, and learn to live with it. Instead, I have scary muscle relaxants and a warning that I may need physical therapy. With any luck I'll start feeling better soon, and then I'll magically regain my ability to cope.
Right now, what I want more than anything is to climb into bed, pull the blankets up to my ears, not hear anything unpleasant, and sleep for about three days straight.
Oh, well.
One of the hardest parts about all of this is the nagging feeling, deep down inside, that I'm being a baby and that I should be able to just shrug my shoulders, take a deep breath, and get over it. I cried for half an hour the other day when I found out that (for the second time this year) the landscapers decided to weed my garden for me with a weed-whacker. Thr first time, they only destroyed the soybeans. This time they shredded half our green been patch, chopped all the leaves off the eggplant and half the vines off the cucumbers, and decimated the outer row of tomatoes. Yeah, it's frustrating, but it's not worth hysterics. Grow up, take a deep breath, move on.
I did make it to my doctor, at least, amid rather deep fears that he would tell me that it was just a stiff neck and that I should grow up, stop being such a whiner, and learn to live with it. Instead, I have scary muscle relaxants and a warning that I may need physical therapy. With any luck I'll start feeling better soon, and then I'll magically regain my ability to cope.
Right now, what I want more than anything is to climb into bed, pull the blankets up to my ears, not hear anything unpleasant, and sleep for about three days straight.
Oh, well.
