You're Gonna Have to Learn How to Deal with It

 Some nights are like this in Suwanee, Georgia. I've managed to get a tiny heater on my green ottoman by my feet. That feels bloody fantastic.

Today, I took Gabe to work and then treated myself to a pedicure. I usually keep these toes looking nice, for my own benefit, really. But I've been watching the pinky toenail on my right foot after it went black after a trail run. Runner feet, man. They ain't cute.

I came home and cleaned the floors all over the house again. I love the feel of bare feet on clean hard floors. I love the lines on a freshly-vacuumed carpet.

Then I laid on the couch like a blob for an hour, texting variously. It's been recently brought to my attention that I can't not do something. I guess that's pretty accurate. I want to always have something to show for my time. And I tend to feel guilty if I don't.

I had an undesirable result on a blood test last week that could indicate a kidney problem. It's not the first time that exact result has popped. Doctor is having me back in to check it again tomorrow. I'm hydrating.

Then Tuesday, I finally see an orthopedist about this shoulder. I'm afraid. I've been putting this off for years. Just dealing with the pain as it comes and goes. It was until now, always better than the other option. But it's not anymore. It's hurt for better than six months straight now and it's time. I don't know who will take me home from the hospital and I don't know who will take care of me for the weeks I won't be able to use that arm, but I guess we'll cross that bridge as we go.

I cleaned the garage yesterday, hoping to get the car in there. I managed to get it done in about four hours, without much of a break or enough water. When I was finished, I had to lie down and then drink some water and eat some food. I was almost too beat to go to the show. But I rallied and got all cute and went anyway. Still had a light headache.

First live concert of the year last night. Nikola appeared at intermission and we finished the show together. Then he walked me to my car. The show was great. What a voice on that fellow from Jackson County Line. By the end of the show, my headache was gone.

Stopped on the way home for cat food and beer. Y'all, I'm living my best divorced life. I'm going to just keep laughing at myself over that one. I didn't actually drink any of what I brought home, but I was out and it's cheap there.

I picked Gabe up from work. He's got an orthodontist appointment right after my repeated blood test. Then we're having a lunch for our new coworker. I will no longer be the only...creative on the team. I like him. I guess that means I have to wash my hair.

I can't get my garage door opener to work. But only from outside. This seems like some intense level of poetic irony. I'll see if I can fiddle with it and get it to work. I'm tired. But my house is clean and I just changed the sheets yesterday. I do love clean sheets. Sometimes it's the simple things that make a life. And things are simple and wonderful tonight. And some nights are like that in Suwanee, Georgia.

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