Rock and or roll week
Phew. I was working outside of home for four days this week, and I’ll be doing the same next week. Urr, without letting go of any contracts, which means working evenings and, of course, long weekends. Today I have a bunch of ends to tie, and a glycemia curve to do with Katcher. This consists in pricking his ear at regular intervals to get a glycemia reading. On top of prying his mouth open twice, twice a day, for pills, applying oinment into his eye, weighing every single bit of food he eats and giving him an upgraded insulin dose. The poor boy looks at me and his eyes say “Please, pleas eleave me alone” and I can’t. Things will be much easier once he’s off antibiotics. I am the one in charge of drawing blood for the glucometre. It is a stressful event (it’ll get easier, I know) to get blood out of my baby, when I’ve spent all the years up until now trying very hard to keep all his blood in (a good general rule for the family members under your care, I find)!
My epicondilytis is still alive, though kicking only weakly now. What I did manage, however, was to injure my *other* bicep (hopefully not deeply) by lugging around my laptop downtown all week. Now frankly, I don’t wish to be completely useless and invalid by the time I’m 35, so I solved the issues and bought myself a kick-ass made from recycled materials blue backpack to hold the monstrously heavy but oh so sweet widescreen blue laptop. It goes very well with my new bag (see below), too!
It’s very strange returning to an office environment. Very. I’m enjoying it tremendously, mind you — not only is everyone friendly and fun, not only is the espresso delicious, but I’m also realizing that I gave up on offices without even having found one where I truly belonged. Oh, I’m not having second thoughts: this is more of an “huh, interesting…” thought.
This year, my pre/around birthday “turmoil” seems to revolve around other human beings and about my own body image (I’m only observing here, letting my brain give me the lessons it feels I need now). Regarding others, it comes as a new-found understanding of motivations and triggers, as well as into an improved instinct (which allows me to adjust *my* behaviour — now that’s new! — to avoid frictions I want to avoid (which will probably never be ‘all of them’)). Regarding my body image, it is an ongoing process, started earlier this summer, of realizing what my shape actually is, as it evolves. It turns out I’m not fat (yes many people knew that but I didn’t and that’s my point!). It turns out I’m losing weight differently than in my twenties. It turns out I’m starting to love this body as much as it needs it. We’ll just see whare that goes!
In other news, I’ve had a spasm in my left eye for over a week. Fatigue, I know. (What I don’t know is how to solve this, given that having a sick family member makes me constantly very stressed, which means I grind my teeth at night and hence get very little rest…) But how frikkin’ annoying! (Of course Herb makes fun of me and says I seem to be winking at everyone!) Well this is just an insanely busy adaptation period, and we’ll get through it. That’s pretty much all there is to it.
