It’s 3:30 as I’m typing. 3:30 a.m.. A.M. as in morning. I’ve been awake since about 1:00 and the two things that keep rolling through my mind are:
1. I can’t wait for the dead of winter. If it was freezing in here I’d be blissfully bundled up, sleeping like a baby instead of flipping and flopping and trying to get each side cooled off by the ceiling fan. It’s not even that hot, but I can’t seem to get cool or comfortable.
2. All that’s left is a band of gold… I can’t get that stupid song out of my head.
I tried reading, but that didn’t do any good. So then I picked up a financial budgeting book thinking that would bore me into somnolence, but obviously that didn’t work, either. It just made me want to check my bank balances.
So I’ll tell you about my Thursday and hope this post will make sense by the light of day. Then again this is me we’re talking about. My well-rested, caffeinated self doesn’t always make sense. What makes me think my blurry-eyed, muddled-headed self will?
I had to see the nurse at the plastic surgeon’s office in Philadelphia this morning. At one point it took me 8 minutes to go 1 mile. Then when I pulled in to the parking deck I got behind a lady in a walker. Seriously. The woman was walking up the middle of the lane in a walker, up hill, and I couldn’t get around her. The whole stinkin’ length of the parking garage.
Surprisingly I didn’t feel aggravated. It made me laugh because it was so incredibly ridiculous. That and I wasn’t in a rush so who cared.
Oh. Also because I had a yummy mint mocha iced coffee from Wawa. Except I don’t recommend drinking it while you’re eating a Reece’s Peanut Butter granola bar. Then it just tastes like mouthwash.
Anyway, I had to see the nurse because the right side of my recent little procedure became infected over the weekend. She said that there was some breakdown, but that’s very normal. She also told me I was doing an excellent job taking care of “them” and the doctor would be pleased when I saw him for my regular follow up next Wednesday. Then she prescribed me an antibiotic.
After that I had a routine checkup with the White Russian. I had a little over two hours to kill so I hung out at Borders. Stupid, stupid girl. I ran in to buy one book. Lord John Grey and the Brotherhood of the Blade by Diana Gabaldon. Found it with no problem. And four other books I had to have as well. Dangerous Book for Boys by Conn and Hal Iggulden; Thirteen Moons by Charles Frazier; and two historical fiction books set during the English Restoration (King Charles II). The books are downstairs and, while I may be awake, I’m not in the mood to run downstairs just for the titles. But ever since I read Forever Amber I’ve been fascinated with that time period.
I seriously need to stop this madness. If I was still reading three or four books a week that would be one thing. But I only read one book the entire month of August. That’s horrible! I think part of my problem is that I need a change in genres. I do this every once in a while. I’ve been on a romance kick for a while and I love romance novels, but it’s time for a change. Thus the straight historical fiction.
And since the nurse told me I was such a good girl (or something like that) I treated myself to an iced white chocolate mocha and a chocolate cherry scone. Well, I was hungry and that was all Border’s cafe had to offer.
When I left the store I noticed a used book store across the street. Apparently it’s been there for a while, but this is the first time in over a year that I noticed it. So I filed that bit of information away for later.
Saw the White Russian and got a great report. My blood work is all within good limits. My blood pressure was excellent. The nurse and I crossed off several medications and narrowed it down to two. Well, three if you count the antibiotic I’m on. Though I’m thinking I could surely use some Lunesta tonight. Maybe we were a little too quick with that!
I promised the kids I’d stop at Hope’s Cookies after the oncologist’s visit. That’s not exactly true. What I said was, “Let’s just say I was to stop in at Hope’s Cookies after I see the White Russian, what kind of cookies would you want?” But that was close enough to a pledge for me so I bought chocolate chip for Katie, Peanut Butter Chip for Taylor and White Russian cookies for me. (It’s a theme with me, okay?)
That used book store I’d spied earlier is right behind Hope’s. So I meandered over there for a quick looksie. Guess what happened? I bought a book. I bought a beautiful leather bound copy of Milton’s Paradise Lost. I swear it jumped off the shelf and I had to catch it so as not to let its beautiful cover be marred from bouncing off the cement floor. Then we bonded and I had to take it home. Or something like that.
Once I got back in the car I endeavored to look straight ahead on my way home lest I be tempted by yet another book store. All this book buying is probably why I felt the need to peruse the budgeting book this morning.
Todd is out of town and Taylor was busy with school and social functions, so Katie and I went to dinner, picked up my prescription and came home to watch Steel Magnolias. Remember my comment a couple posts back about needing to schedule time for a breakdown? Not so anymore. I am cleansed! All it takes is a little Sally Field having her own meltdown after her daughter’s funeral. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?
It was rather funny. Katie was laying on the love seat and I was sitting in Todd’s green chair (Yes – it’s back to being his chair) and we were both sniffling and hooty-puckering and laughing at each other all at the same time. And then when Clairee offers Ouiser (I checked the spelling on IMDB) as a punching bag we became nearly hysterical.
Now it’s 4:05 and I have got to get some sleep. I’m interviewing for a part-time position with our church’s new preschool tomorrow. The position is 9:00 to 12:00 and I had originally thought I might like to work two days a week – Tuesday and Thursday. But when the director called me about setting up an interview she said she would love to have someone (hopefully me) all five days. But I don’t want to give up my ladies’ bible study on Friday mornings so it may turn into four days a week. We’ll just see.
If I don’t get to it tomorrow, I’ll get to the wedding and the rest of Rhode Island on Saturday. My alarm is going off in a little over two hours so I’m going to try to fill that time with dreams. Good dreams. Dreams that involve a snug sleeping bag and a cot in the frozen tundra and no bands of gold.