I miss my friend. My best friend. He’s so busy right now. I am so proud of him. But I miss him. I miss having conversations. Right now all we talk about are the basics. Can you pick up some vitamins? I need to get my pants hemmed. When you go to the store, can you pick up….? This is normal, routine. I know it’s coming each year. That doesn’t mean I have to like it. I don’t get upset or worried about it. It is what it is. I just miss him. I see him for about 30 minutes in the morning. I watch him eat breakfast and get dressed. I watch him walk out the door. We jokingly say “See you in the morning”, but it’s pretty accurate. I see him at night… but not much. He gets home just absolutely wiped out and filthy dirty. He showers, eats dinner, and we go to bed. I miss him.
I had a very rough night last night. My damn legs. I walked the dog before bed last night, which is something Coach normally does but right now he’s so much more tired. Anyway, my legs started to fail me before Beulah had even made boom-boom. Ugh. I managed to make it home. I struggled immensely but I don’t think Beulah would’ve appreciated giving me a ride ha! I crawled up the steps and into the tin can. My legs were on fire, they were cramping, and the muscles had reached that point just beyond failure (the point where a repetition fails due to inadequate muscular strength). Coach pulled me up into the bed. Literally, pulled me up. I managed to lay down and doze off. Around 1 o’clockish I woke up in so much pain! My feet and calves were on fire. I felt as though I was standing on broken shards of burning glass. And the cramping. O.M.G. I got out of bed and stumbled to the living room so I wouldn’t wake Coach up. I was up for a few hours before the pain subsided enough to doze off again. This morning my calves and feet are still cramping and very tender. My arms feel much the same but I didn’t have that same level of pain in them during the night.
Enough of the doom & gloom.
TGIF, eh? Somehow that doesn’t have the same meaning for me anymore haha Before 2-a-days it still held some meaning since that was the first day of the weekend with Coach. Now, not so much. They are working 7 days a week now.
I think it’s nap time. I’ve been up for 2 hours. I’ve only had 1 cup o’java but I don’t think any amount of caffeine will do the job right now. Last night’s episodes have worn me out. So I’m off to bed. No couch today. It’s the bed… all the way. And when I return later in the morning I will be feeling better. Right?
P.S. I’m fine. Really. Just needed to bitch a little bit. I don’t do it too often but for some reason this morning, it was necessary. Sorry. I’ll be in better spirits when I wake up and restart this day. Sort of a reset nap.