Sep 03 2006
Crosspatch
And not this cute one, either*.
Crosspatch caused by the following:
- Our heroine is experiencing a Particularly Punishing Period, which seems to get more crampalicious with each passing day, instead of diminishing in its agony. Reached a crescendo this afternoon, when I lay on the couch with a heating pad pressed to my stomach and groaned theatrically (though with no audience).
- Upstairs neighbors were blasting music at window-shattering levels until after 3 am. When I finally got to sleep, I had a nightmare about Mom. She was yelling at me about washing my grandmother’s silver in the dishwasher (even though the silver belonged to Dad’s mother, not Mom’s). I kept telling her that I didn’t, because I wasn’t used to having one (I have never had a dishwasher in my life, other than John), and she screamed at me to get out and never come back.
- Awakened from hideous dream by Upstairs Neighbors doing a repeat performance at 9 am. Clearly, they don’t need their 8 hours of beauty sleep like some of us.
- Had icky nightmare hangover all day, not improved by the weather, which is cold, rainy, and miserable. I’ve had the lights on all day. I hate that. It feels so sordid. Grey days make me feel like I’m trapped in one of those depressing Scandinavian movies where everyone talks about how meaningless everything is and how horrible their relationships are.
- Rita’s Actual Owner came and “borrowed her for a couple of days.” She may be like a box of cigars, but she isn’t like a cup of sugar. In my weakened condition, I gave in, though he promised to pay me back the money for the vet bill and hugged me for taking such good care of her. I keep thinking I’ll tell him off, but I never do.
- There was a stupid, stupid air show today, so the night-long window-shattering Upstairs Neighbor Noise was simply replaced by a day-long window-shattering, nerve-shattering display of military machismo.
The icing on my little cake of crap.
*This was another childhood favorite. I still have it!
2 Responses to “Crosspatch”
And I know how much you love airshows. 😉
If you ever need to leave the house and the comfort of the heating pad during this lovely time of the month, the Thermacare heat patch thingies kick total ass. I’m also a firm believer in 600mg of ibuprofen taken with a beer. Repeat as required every four hours.
That’s a great prescription, Dr. Kathleen!