I worked Sunday and left work dragging. Still had to grocery shop and plan and do laundry and all the second shift stuff.
Monday I was off. And it was glorious. I kind of goofed around most of it, taking things easy.
Tuesday was NOT a good day.
When the bubblegum machine hits the jackpot in your rearview at 430 AM, you know it's bad. The cop realized his error when he saw the middle aged white schoolbus driver. Who actually lived on the street he had tailed me from.
This was a nuisance stop, a driving while black bust if possible. But he was of an age all he saw was Mama going to work behind the wheel. I got a warning for my license plate light being out.
The weather has been in my joints and I got stuck in my recliner. I think I need to elevate it about 4 inches. After 5 attempts, the guys brought me over a dining chair. I levered myself into that and stood, creakily, from there.
Then the toilet needed plunging but i lacked the strength to manage. Jon finished it up and I went to bed in tears, terrified but feeling this frail at 51.
Wednesday, money we had been waiting for arrived, so that was good, but stressful. Many bills were paid and the monthly budget hole was eliminated. And I noticed a pimple on the inside of my right forearm. It didn't pop, but put out hard stuff. I left it alone after it was empty.
Thursday sucked.
I had an accident with the schoolbus. Barely brushed the corner of my neighbor and knocked my mirror off-kilter.
And there was a safety meeting.
I was over-emotional and felt like crying all evening. My wife was making Mood Soup, a vile concoction that is the best thing in the world for PMS. So I went home with Gabriel for a bowl of it.
And promptly fell up the steps of the veranda.
The neighborhood got an earful about them being cold and wet and hard and cold and hard and ow and wet. With a lot of "fuck" interspersed.
The soup wasn't even ready.
I went home, laid our my clothes and took Vincent (my stuffed panda with a unicorn horn and wings) to bed.
Friday,
The pimple had swollen and gone pus-filled and had a saucer sized red raised area around it. Spider bite. I spent 20 minutes trying to get an appointment with my doctor who couldn't see me for 2 weeks. After work I went to Urgent Care. I'm on powerful antibiotics. I called off work today.
I also didn't get home until 11 PM, having spent 16 hours in Collierville
It's been a week.
But we've got plenty of food instead of an empty pantry, and our bills are paid until the middle of next month. I'm not unhappy, just a bit uncomfortable.
