O Posse, my Posse! I’m baaaack!!!
Jeebus Pete! However I may simply do with out going via that once more. Pinched Nerves are vicious.
So… let’s parse that title, we could?
Love. Ha! Not as deeeelicious because it sounds. I’m really and completely in love with….my PT Aide. She’s been working tirelessly to get that pinch to subside – and it appears like she’s been profitable!
Not fairly so in love with Dr Shoulder, M.D. – truthfully, why don’t specialists LISTEN? However! since my solely actual purpose was to search out out if it was torn (it’s) and get a script for PT (I did) I simply shined it on. PTAide laughed at my frustration and mentioned ‘ they’re all like that – however don’t fear – we’ll repair each the tear and the pinch’. Did I point out I like her? LUH her!
Lust. Okay. Possibly this one is a leeetle extra deeelicious than the Love. Y’all keep in mind The Very Inappropriate Man? Welp! Executed. FINALLY! I’m positive ALL my associates (each final damb oneay’all, dagnabbit!) are thrilled. It’s been a slog, getting via that infatuation, as a result of it actually was ridiculous and I used to be in all probability extra intrigued by the ‘wtf?’ery of it than him. I’m over him as a result of I met yet one more Very Inappropriate Man at lunch on NYEve – however whereas VIM 1 was all about not stepping out of his consolation zone (and, honeys, lemmetellya – I’m Mos’ Def out of his consolation zone, like Godzilla crashing Thanksgiving dinner and consuming his mom’s eating room desk)…VIM2 was allll about Stepping Out, even when just for that second. And omg. Such magnificence! Nonetheless, it’s unlikely I’ll ever see him once more – and that’s FOINE (it was an opportunity assembly on the bar the place associates and I awaited our desk and I used to be only a tad poofled – only a tad – however sufficient to be much more ...vivacious.. than regular). However I noticed, as he countered each apology from me with a ‘nope, you’re good’ which should be Bro for YES that Life is just too unpredictable to face for ‘nah, I’m good’, which is VIM1’s reply to the whole lot and should be Bro for NO, I suppose. I simply want the Universe had dropped a much less attractive, younger lesson in my lap – or, to be trustworthy, dropped me in his. Oh, effectively. It’s in all probability a check, to see if I hopped within the Slutmobile, whereas hopped up on (omg. how may I’ve executed this to my abdomen & mind?) Andre! and Cranberry wine. I, who preserve classic KRUG in my cellar! Getting barely tipsy on Andre! and Cranberry wine (on an empty abdomen, no much less). At the least I didn’t puke within the attractive YOUNG man’s lap (39 is grown – however YOUNG! I’m okay with Cougar however that? That places me in Saber-toothed tiger territory). I managed to tug myself collectively sufficient to kiss him (chastely, on the cheek), want him Completely satisfied New Yr and go off with my associates! However sooo lovely. Sigh.
See? I advised you I’d ultimately spill the tea on VIM! 😉 In a nutshell, he’s cuteAF however timid. And I ain’t. ’nuff mentioned.
However he’s nonetheless CuteAF! DagNABBIT!
However right here’s the query: what the HELL! was I considering, consuming Andre! and Cranberry wine? And the way did my abdomen not claw its method out of my physique?
Ache: LOL! Keep in mind that LOVE I’ve for PTAide? Properly, it’s tempered by a wholesome mistrust of her band workouts. And likewise blushing at my very own vanity. These cute little plastic ribbons they use for strengthening? Pffft! Nothing to it, proper? HA! These issues are kickin’ mah…. shoulder! However I’m chugging via the ow!
I’ve additionally been cleared to return to core work, which I needed to keep away from for almost 3 weeks, which triggered an entire bout of dysmorphic nervousness… the previous week on the mat has been useful in getting me again to heart (regular merely isn’t going to occur, so eh).(first DH gave me this, in case you’re questioning why I’m nonetheless mad for him)
So right here’s one other query: how do any of us get via the effing DAY? Between the bodily and the emotional and the entire simply making an attempt to Reside LIFE! How will we do it? As a result of,apparently, if it’s not one factor, it’s one other.
And Life is Only a Bag of Methods (as Felix the Cat is wont to say).
What I Wore: I used to be stunned to be centered on fragrance the complete time I used to be busted – however I think it’s like getting dressed (make-up and all) – it’s my armor and I don’t go wherever with out it – no fuzzy slippers within the Walmart for me. Throughout essentially the most painful days and sleepless nights I clung to my No5 – however GREAT lashings of it, from the cleaning soap to the vinty Physique Oil to classic fragrance. You may odor me on the moon and ask me if I give a damb. When you might have 90 minutes sleep beneath your belt individuals have a tendency to provide you a wiiiiide berth. Or… perhaps it was the good lashings of No5. No matter. Get the hell outta my method.
Jubilation 25 was my daytime go-to when issues began to type themselves however I nonetheless felt fragile (and with a contact of PTSD from the inexplicable pinch. I imply… it occurred as soon as, proper…?_) . Cleaning soap, physique creme and extrait. However I softened it with the teeniest scrab of Anthropologie Vanille. Actually, actually fairly and no person acquired damage. Win!
Omg. Lyric. And never simply Lyric. Lyric ExTRAIT! Holy cats and crackers! That one I saved for my most depressing moments as a result of it’s past attractive however amazingly distracting. These 90minute sleep nights morphed into horrible mornings, with me making an attempt to shoehorn this outrageous scenario into a standard day. As soon as I noticed that 1. I didn’t must and 2. I merely couldn’t I’d take yet one more sizzling bathe (not arduous to do at 11a when your first sizzling bathe was at 2a), placed on the physique creme (I’m all about that creme, are you able to inform?), spritz ONE drop of extrait….fireplace up the new water bottles and the heating pad and let Lyric knock me clear out!
Winner~ Queen Cupcake! Ha! Betcha you thought I’d overlook! Fuggedaboutit! I remembered (barely). Gmail your evilauntieanita and I’ll get you some goodies out.
And! I’m feeling so damb HAPPY!!! to not be in (such beautiful) ache anymore that I’m going to have M. Jacques poke YET ANOTHER pawnail at random. Simply inform me what you’ve been as much as, what you’ve been sporting, no matter.