Aug 102012

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.

Being an adult is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

  9 Responses to “Broken Shards of Burning Glass”

  1. I used to do this, I used to do a reset nap, push the restart button.

  2. Would it be wrong if I wish failure on Coach’s team so you can have him back. I guess it is. *sigh*

  3. Wow, that was quite an experience with the leg/feet stuff. So glad you’re feeling better. I had to give up walking the dog altogether. If husband is out, I’ll take the dog out to the front porch with one of those long, expandable leashes and at least he can pee at every bush within sight. The other business has to wait, as walking is out, and bending over to scoop up the poop might result in my going head over heals. Maybe even landing on poop!

    • i try really hard not to walk her. i hate that it’s such a chore because i used to love going for those walks at night. during the day i put her out on a really long lead. she loves to sunbathe….silly dog. she’s funny though in that she won’t take care of all her business in her own yard…. oh if she would!

      landing in the poo would be horrible!!!

  4. Sending gentle (hugs) for the ouchies :(. I hope today is better.
    Stay inspired!

  5. How do you get so many posts written??? I just saw the last one and I’ll include comments here:
    No, I don’t see my pulse in my eyes. But that doesn’t necessarily make you weird.
    I don’t like tacos — all my kids do, though.
    Naps are good anywhere.
    Skype is the neatest thing! [and the bedroom is so cute!]
    Yeah, I remember my 40s [braggart!!!]

    Sorry about your missing Coach — that has to be difficult.
    Yikes — you’re really suffering some bad spasms! Do you eat bananas? They really help me with the cramping.

    Think I’m caught up. Whew!!


    • I use Word to write in and it’s always open on my desktop… when I have a thought I jot it down on there. Most of the time those are just notes but this week some I’ve been just posting my notes and not formatting it all into a regular “post”. I’ve been lazy LOL

      I’m not a big fan of tacos either but I sure love a salad with some rice & beans & sour cream & a bit of guacamole on it… yum!

      I eat bananas sometimes but they seem to interfere with waste management…bleh. I try to compensate by taking good vitamins and staying really hydrated… I haven’t these types of spasms before… I’ve had the cramping and other spasm stuff…but this was entirely different…it was so intense!

      I’m almost out of my 40’s… 2 more years to go… bleh

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