I'm Getting Tired Even For a Phoenix
Ok, first, a story:
It was like something out of a Roadrunner & Wile E. Coyote cartoon, honestly, it was almost funny. (God, I wish there had been an Acme rocket launcher.) Stepping out of an Uber with my spouse on my way to the concert I came face to face with the same abusive ex I thought I saw at Rocky back in October. Confirmed and recognized. (Mutually, though, I’m not sure which one of us was the coyote and which one of us was the roadrunner in this metaphor.) First confirmed face to face meeting with this dude in 9 years and neither of us are pleased to see each other. Anyway, I decided we’d make our way into the club and see my goddamn concert, because it’s not every day bands I like come into town and I can actually afford to see them. And the show was so fucking good that it was worth every second that creep stared at us through the crowd (which was most of the concert). Also it was kind of nice to see how angry it made him to see me happy.
Disturbing blasts from the past aside (can’t I have nice ones?), our world keeps on turning. The holidays are rapidly approaching, which means that my spouse is locked in retail hell, and I’m trying to get my Etsy store on its feet in time for some of the holiday shopping season. It’s now live! (Better late than never?) I’m super proud. I’ve never had a real shop with a full collection of products to sell before. It’s not a lot, but it’s mine and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished. And I’m still making more stuff every day. I’ve decided to decorate this year. We didn’t put up our tree last year. This year is our last year in this apartment, so I’d like us to put up a tree and make a little bit of merriment while we pack our things for the future.
I’m trying a new experimental medication for my migraines (again). I did try this one back in October, with amazing success, but there was a chance that I had an allergic reaction to it. For that reason, and the fact that my insurance doesn’t cover it, my neurologist wanted me to take November off and try again in December (yay science?). And since my health insurance is all screwed up anyway (we’re working on it), who knows what I can afford in January? But the plus side? I feel really fucking good right now. Like, really good. I don’t have blurred or double vision. No auras or hallucinations. My head doesn’t hurt. I’m not overwhelmingly exhausted. (Just, you know, normal exhausted.) I feel like me. I really, really hope it lasts.
We were watching Jimmy the Welsh Viking (@TheWelshViking on YouTube, highly recommend) touring a meadery yesterday and it got me thinking about all the projects I have in my head and on the backburner for when we finish moving, and it has me both excited and incredibly impatient/annoyed. There’s so much I’ve wanted to do that I’ve been forced to put on hold. So many things I’ve bought that have collected dust. So many projects that lay unfinished. So much in my head that I’ve been planning that I’ve been forced to put on hold because of either endo or the migraines or the move. Sewing, wood burning, cooking, metalwork - all these plans for the YouTube channel and the Etsy store and it’s like I’m stuck on pause. And it’s been driving me a bit batty. Seeing as I’m going to have a lot of alone time for the foreseeable future (see: spouse caught in retail hell) I’m definitely going to start writing them down and organizing the ones I’ve already started.
And then, of course, we need to start house hunting. But that’s a worry for another day. For now, I think I’m going to enjoy the rest of my Sunday. Or organize things. One of the two. ¿Por qué no los dos?
Cheers.
