I'm trying to post more regularly here. I haven't been at all content with the frequency or the quality of my writing lately. The answer to that is to exercise the writing muscles, not let them sit on the couch spooning up mouthfuls of Ben & Jerry's Coffee Heath Bar Crunch (which, might I say, is perfect for mining Heath Bar pieces of after it has been warmed in the microwave for exactly twenty seconds).
Today has been a doozy, though, and I was so very tempted to bypass writing anything in favor of a hot bath and hiding my head under the covers. I was up in the middle of the night last night with abdominal cramping. When I made it to work today I was hit over the head immediately with a major and extremely inconvenient problem opportunity and a few minor and somewhat less problematic issues. The cherry on top of this shit-sandwich of delight was the pounding in my head and the frequent feeling of needing to throw up.
I took something for the headache and it sort of went away and then came back, but the intermittent nausea has continued and by about 3 pm I waved the white flag and went home. I don't know what's wrong with me, I suspect a combination of tension and maybe not eating as well as I should be, but who knows. My tummy has felt quite acidic of late and I wonder if I'm not developing heartburn as a way of coping. Work is just tough right now, its one foot in front of the other with the finish line barely visible. This part of the year is the busiest we get and I'm down staff. We are all pitching in to fill the gap, and we are getting it done, but we are paying the price. Today's hitch in my giddyup is possibly my body's way of asking me to please slow down more and to fret less.
The good news, of course, is that the finish line is quite reachable and we will get there, by hook or by crook. Then we can enjoy a few months of breathing space and start girding our loins for the next challenges heading our way.
SG hasn't heard yet if the job he's on will go longer, but right now they are operating behind schedule so its likely. I have been very purposefully not tying my heart to a specific return time and just reminding myself that we are more than halfway through this one either way and I will get to see him in fewer days than I last got to hug him. Our first wedding anniversary is this Friday. Yeah, we don't get to celebrate it together and that sucks more than a little. We will celebrate it though, and it will be good to be in each others' company and have fun. And on the up side, he's not stranded somewhere in the Northeastern part of the country where everyone's more than a little froggy after "Post-Tropical Storm" (my ass) Sandy hurled a billion gallons of rain and seawater at them.
Yes, I'll take not-here over flooded, power-less and stranded.
Ugh. Me and my headache are going to go have a lie-down.