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Life is short, week 38 of 52
Status update: Recent developments are only being able to sleep in alternate “evenings” so my zombie days are more frequent. Antihistamine 3x last week for bad hives, but still kicking. Moments of the week: 1. Not getting the brunt of a category 5 typhoon. A lot of my countrymen suffered a lot, and actual heroes died saving people from floods. My family and myself were safe. We were actually even able to have a good meal outside, the first in a really long time. I’m very grateful for that. 2. Just having conversations. Humans are social animals and this pandemic has changed how we relate to each other. Just being…
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Life is short, week 37 of 52
Status update: Hives but no asthma. So better? Fatigued as heck all the time, and need to carve time out to row. I know I’m missing weeks and should clean up but I have zero desire to do that right now. Short moments of the week: 1. Overspending at the grocery store. So I may have bought enough for a cheese plate for 6, and have not started, and randomly a Kewpie smoke mayo that I put on all the fried things, and thinned out my wallet considerably, but it’s great. With all the things going on — I can barely enjoy making a meal, let alone make one. When…
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Life is short, week 34 of 52
Status update: Two days of incredibly uncomfortable hearburn had me on my knees. Had me trying to figure out if giving up my start of work coffee and eventual caffeine withdrawal migraines is a bigger pain in the butt. Isn’t growing up awful? Moments of the week: 1. Spontaneous outings that actually happen. Sunday Korean barbecue decided on 3 hours before and it actually happened. A great meal, then hanging out a friend’s place, then spontaneous massage appointments. Nothing like a super chill semi social day with people that have no expectations of who I can be besides myself. And laughing our asses off the whole time. 2. Chester’s 8th…
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Life is short, week 34 of 52
Status report: Phantom cigarette smoke triggering so much of my adult asthma, but hey, I can still breathe at the end of the day. Also losing sleep because Chester has been extra clingy lately and wanting his head rubs WHEN HE WANTS THEM, which is usually when it’s 2 am in the timezone I work. I’m lucky with him — and I am grateful for it. Moments of the week that made me remember how life is short: A reset of where you are and who you are. I’ve been working in a space not my own, on my own for a dozen years. It’s been a weird feeling of…