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Wow. That was a much, much-needed break.
Friday night I went with Angus to the midnight Rocky Horror/Little Shop of Horrors double feature at the Rio. We had been having a rough week together, restless and bitchy-- you know the kind. We almost didn't go. In the end we walked up from my place, though, found ourselves somewhere to sit, and it was good for awhile. That is to say, I was enjoying myself, but just not feeling into the festivities. Between shows, I went from not-into-the-festivities to extreme-abdominal-pain-please-don't-scream-in-the-theatre. Needless to say, we didn't see Little Shop of Horrors (disappointing Angus, but he understands this sort of thing). I essentially spent the entire weekend getting over the flu/food poisoning/whatever it was, and honestly considered putting some blankets in the bathtub to be closer to the toilet while I slept at one point.
I had to cancel tomato saucing with Ellen, which made me super sad (perhaps I will tomato sauce with Avi this weekend or somethin') but as she said, think about why your body is doing this to you. It has been an exceptionally stressful month on many fronts-- Angus has been having a super rough time with both sick and the re-emergence of his depression and so things between him and I have been rough, money has been an issue, my co-worker spent some time as Queen Bitch and I spend more awake time with her than with Angus, and it's less easy for me to call her on it, I've lost so so many of my beautiful snuggly older boy rats that was starting to think I'd never lose and rat breeding has not been going well, and I just generally haven't been feeling much of a connection to anyone. It doesn't feel like there's anyone I can talk super freely to. So some sort of rebellion makes sense.
Things settled down soon enough that I didn't go to the hospital, and by Monday I was more-or-less okay, though pretty weak and walking jarred things around that just wanted to chill out. I didn't head in to work, instead spending the day playing boardgames with Angus, doing shared crosswords, and reading up on making onigiri. By the end of Monday Angus and I were good again. Just needed that time I guess.
Today my boss said he didn't have any work for me, because he didn't expect me to be back so soon. So today I get to have a me-day. I'm going to wander over to Tinseltown and go through the japanese dollar store looking for onigiri molds, pick plums, clean rat cages, think about breeding plans, and snuggle rats.
It's been awhile.
Friday night I went with Angus to the midnight Rocky Horror/Little Shop of Horrors double feature at the Rio. We had been having a rough week together, restless and bitchy-- you know the kind. We almost didn't go. In the end we walked up from my place, though, found ourselves somewhere to sit, and it was good for awhile. That is to say, I was enjoying myself, but just not feeling into the festivities. Between shows, I went from not-into-the-festivities to extreme-abdominal-pain-please-don't-scream-in-the-theatre. Needless to say, we didn't see Little Shop of Horrors (disappointing Angus, but he understands this sort of thing). I essentially spent the entire weekend getting over the flu/food poisoning/whatever it was, and honestly considered putting some blankets in the bathtub to be closer to the toilet while I slept at one point.
I had to cancel tomato saucing with Ellen, which made me super sad (perhaps I will tomato sauce with Avi this weekend or somethin') but as she said, think about why your body is doing this to you. It has been an exceptionally stressful month on many fronts-- Angus has been having a super rough time with both sick and the re-emergence of his depression and so things between him and I have been rough, money has been an issue, my co-worker spent some time as Queen Bitch and I spend more awake time with her than with Angus, and it's less easy for me to call her on it, I've lost so so many of my beautiful snuggly older boy rats that was starting to think I'd never lose and rat breeding has not been going well, and I just generally haven't been feeling much of a connection to anyone. It doesn't feel like there's anyone I can talk super freely to. So some sort of rebellion makes sense.
Things settled down soon enough that I didn't go to the hospital, and by Monday I was more-or-less okay, though pretty weak and walking jarred things around that just wanted to chill out. I didn't head in to work, instead spending the day playing boardgames with Angus, doing shared crosswords, and reading up on making onigiri. By the end of Monday Angus and I were good again. Just needed that time I guess.
Today my boss said he didn't have any work for me, because he didn't expect me to be back so soon. So today I get to have a me-day. I'm going to wander over to Tinseltown and go through the japanese dollar store looking for onigiri molds, pick plums, clean rat cages, think about breeding plans, and snuggle rats.
It's been awhile.
