Crawling out of my skin
Posted on September 25th, 2010
Steroids suck. I am one day into the medrol pack and if I could crawl out of my skin, I would. This is like the worst PMS ever, wrapped up into hot flashes and the headache from hell (because I am rebounding from all that Ibuprofen I used to take). I took a klonopin to help calm down and all that’s done is made me tired and irritable – not much of an improvement.
I canceled my weekend plans because I am not fit to be around people who aren’t related to me. I’m not really fit to be around them, either, but they don’t have a choice.
My view is missing! And it’s those blasted painters again. It couldn’t be a see-through plastic sheet to protect our windows? Rumor has it that they’re going to work through the weekend. If they don’t, I’m going to jerk that stupid thing down so I get my view back, and they can just come talk to me about it on Monday (which will be Day 4 of the medrol pack, and I’m sure I’ll be in a great mood then, too).
Despite my foul mood and having lunch with ex-boss today, I really did have a decent day. A great dinner. I wrote a lot (the WIP is now about 99,000 words, and it is less a collection of disparate scenes and a lot more cohesive narrative). P melted down and recovered a few times (the recovery is awesome – I don’t care if she melts down if she can pick herself back up again and cope). P told me she loved a gigue from Handel’s Water Music and tried to dance to it. I told her it was music written to float down a river to, which she thought was the coolest thing. (And then she told me a story about how she floated down a river and the ocean.) When she wanted to go through the book I’m reading, I asked her to tell me the letters in chapter titles. And she got about 80% of them. I had no idea.
More good news: at the posh baby boutique, I found size 27 of P’s current shoe (Beeko Dawn Lime, size 26). It was the last pair and on clearance for $32. Every time I can, I buy the exact same style of a beloved shoe, because then I don’t have to stress about finding something she finds acceptable (because she is as picky as I am about shoes). And to get these shoes on clearance rocks, because they are sturdy as heck and put up with a lot of abuse.