It's a blessing in disguise that I am itching to blog and Coffee, anyone? is blocked by the firewall and I am not going to bang my head against it until I can go through (or break my skull, whichever comes first)...or climb over, whichever applies (though none of it really applies *bleh*).
Rustier than ever. I can't even get my words out now. Is it the colossal back pain that has been bothering me since last week? That's what I get for being rusty! I went back to hula class last wednesday after a two-month hiatus and so I managed to come home with the entire backache squad in tow. RUSTY! It's the worst I've had for a long time, radiating to my thighs with horrible pulling sensations they sure felt like rubberbands awaiting that one perfect snap. The good news is, as of this hour, it's been 1.5 days of life for me without Tylenoling. A wonderful milestone indeed!
Right. I sold my soul to Tylenol for about 5 days. It's not a joke to be walking around, socializing, living your life 24/7 in pain. Even at night, I'd wake up, or rather, my back and legs would wake me up for the next dosing, which would buy me the other half of the night's sleep. I'm getting better now, thank you very much. And out of the dark before I got hooked deeper into it. LOL. And thanks to my hubby who would hold my form in outlandish Pilates moves like he's the meanest Pilates guru of all time (albeit untrained).
Updates...updates.
- I am deeply saddened by the deadly visit of Typhoon "Ondoy" to my kababayans. I wish I can do more from where I am, help out directly through volunteer work and just be there for support. But in my own little way , I am happy that I am able to contribute a little with continuous prayers (and some lunch money...so go figure why I am eating garlic peanuts and juice today *jk*) and help a little by relaying information through Facebook -- a networking site I didn't even want at first! On a lighter note, I dreamed of a big flood and riding a raft ten days before Typhoon Ondoy happened. Which leaves me feeling special and gifted *blush* although I know that it's highly likely just a coincidence, and as random as dreaming about my bathroom tiles getting horribly dirty (if I don't clean them!), of course! *Yes, feel free to click on the links or the photo below if you're feeling kind of snoopy*
- So it's a given fact that I'm not a painkiller addict (yet). But this I gotta tell you...I'm hooked on blogs. Well, not as much as the other people I know! But I have a new baby called BISTRO DE L'ARTE: Wine Flights and Caffeinated Dreams but instead of incoherent verbal diarrhea I usually succumb my readers to, I am coercing the people this time to view my other therapy of choice. Wine and coffee, literally. But on paper. I was inspired to put up this online portfolio when a kind soul from Facebook encouraged me to join his online talent pool called http://www.phatskills.com -- it's not "fat"skills, crazy! (Thank you, Rocky Nator for all the support!) and so, I needed a portfolio! Anyhoo, it's a continuous work-in-progress and so am I! Please come and visit once in a while.
And in true Wonder Wifey fashion as always, I'm taking more than I can chew, and chewing more than I can swallow, and swallowing more than I can digest, and digesting more than I can...let's stop there.
My book-writing pursuits were swept on the side following a bereavement in my husband's family (my MIL's passing) and an out-of-this world social calendar that came with it. Okay, that social calendar comes from nothing. It just exists, period. It's a virus that doesn't go away. It doesn't even go away even if I run away from it! Even if I stab it with the H1N1 vaccine repeatedly. Even if I show my morning look to it -- puffy eyes, staticky hair and drool. It will only go away if I turn into a hemit, dragging my husband into the cave with me.
Sorry about that. I just had to do it. I'm sick and tired and clawing for hope.
Tonight, I'm looking forward to some time alone doing usual errands -- bank, drycleaners, grocery, and maybe some shopping on the side, though I doubt it if I can hang considering the residual pain that randomly shoots up like lightning on my lower back and legs. Hubby's going to be home late so hopefully I'll have some time to paint an artwork for our new hula studio, a present I intend to give to our kumu for the "studio-warming" on Monday.
And this weekend! It's my MIL's 40th Day Prayer Service where a late lunch/early dinner reception will follow. We have family coming. This social calendar...maybe we're stuck to it because there's tons of important people in our lives. Won't we feel sad and desolate with an empty schedule that I sometimes find myself yearning for? Then that means shutting our doors to people, eliminating those who don't mean much to us (but should there be a thin line between those who mean much and those who don't?), building walls, burning bridges...
That doesn't sound right. And that doesn't seem happy at all. What trade-offs!
I'm just learning to savor the little windows of opportunity to catch my breath and enjoy my little shots of solitude. Maybe tonight, I'll linger a little longer at Starbucks (even if I'm officially 168 hours caffeine-free as of today -- *sigh* some sufferings I subject myself to!) But I'm going to end this post before I start to bombard you with how I coped with my 3-day headache-the-size-of-kingkong-and-lethargic-being-my-favorite-word-I-seriously-wanted-to-shoot-everyone-who-came-near-me-even-my-friend--at-work-who-stepped-in-my-cube-offering-chocolate kind of withdrawal symptoms from caffeine! Ooops I just did.
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