I am a bad blogger, or rather, a bad poster. I am constantly thinking up posts but they seldom get any farther than my head, usually as I lie awake in the middle of the night. Perhaps I need to keep my laptop closer to my bed and just reach for it when those ideas strike me. It’s a thought. Of course, I have many many thoughts. Which is why I don’t sleep. Most of my thoughts are really pointless. The other night all I could do was remember the plots of various movies, from popular flicks like The Breakfast Club to more obscure things like Buckaroo Banzai. I have seen both of these many times, and should know them by heart, but something kept tripping me up, and I’d get events out of sequence, or a line of dialogue wrong, and so it was hours before I fell asleep again. Woke up the next morning singing “Don’t You Forget About Me” and wanting to call everyone monkey-boy.
I am glad this summer is over, and not only because I am ready for sweater weather again. With the change of seasons, I am hoping things will improve for my family. It’s been a rough month, with bad news about a family member’s health, a job loss, and the continuation of money and health issues that have plagued some of us all year.
Yes, there has been good news: a new baby, the first great-great-grandchild, a healthy, beautiful boy! Max turned ten, a tall, gangly, handsome, smart boy, who is totally a boy. He is currently enamored of all things gross, and wants to be a genius scientist when he grows up. I bet he’ll do it, too.
As for me, well, that’s a whole other kettle of fish. In June I discovered that one of the medications I’d been on for almost 3 years (to help with insomnia and chronic migraine) has one great big side effect that nobody mentioned: weight gain. My doctor finally mentioned this after noticing that I’ve gained nearly 40 pounds in the last 2 years, and I was appalled that she had given me a medication with this known side effect, knowing my history of weight issues! So I went off the med, lost a few pounds right away and none since. Of course, I also have had to deal with the return of the evil chronic migraine, which is not fun at all. It is pretty much the exact opposite of fun…Pain every day, all day, just there, no matter what I do or don’t do. Most days it’s just a dull ache, but some times, my entire head feels as if Rocky has been using it for practice.
I am learning new ways to deal with pain, such as meditation (which I’ve been trying for a long time, to help with sleep issues), various exercises, and reflexology. I have an appointment with a migraine specialist, as well as a chiropractor and an acupuncturist, and next week I start yoga classes. Watching what I eat & drink, too. Trying to limit my screen time, which is the most difficult thing for me, since I do love my online time, and most of my books these days are eBooks! Either way, I will work it out!
One more big change. I am attempting to begin dating again. Which is weird. Dating was always weird for me, just because I am weird. This is weird because, well, I’m a 45-year-old woman, without a career, who lives at home with her parents. Yes, I am a catch! I keep wondering if I should cut prospective dates a bit of slack, seeing as my stats aren’t all that great. Then I realize, once again, that these three things are not who I am, and I deserve a good man. He will be getting a prize, so he’d damn well better deserve it! Keep your fingers crossed!