1 April 2001
Such excitement
This is going to be a bit of a non-entity of an entry I'm afraid. Seeing as how the last few days (Friday, Saturday, Sunday) have been really rather lacking in scintillating activity or thought. Isn't that what long weekends are for?
Thursday night (post-post, so to speak) I met Sooz at 'the local' for drinkies. She was very pleased about the job situation as she's been telling me (or rather, being very obvious in trying not to tell me, which comes to the same thing. Okay, that makes no sense, just trust me) forever to get out of there.
I also finally told her about Sam and where things were up to there. I thought she'd go mad at me and accuse me of degrees of insanity beyond even those she thought I was capable of (which is saying rather a lot). But she was very pleased and practical-minded about it. And then she got all gooey and choked up because it was all so nice. All together now .... aaaawwwwwwwwww.
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I'd planned to take Friday as an RDO (Rostered Day Off) a couple of weeks back; my timing was somewhat creepy in retrospect given the whole being made redundant issue. I thought I was all cool and together about the whole thing ... until reaction set in late Thursday night and I went on a 45 minute crying jag, and jaysis did I feel stupid. I should have been plain relieved, instead I was all kinds of messed up. Once I'd cried myself out though, it was pretty obvious it was purely and simply a mix of reaction, relief, and letting go.
Naturally enough, given the ever-reliable knock-on effect, I woke up Friday morning with the mother of all migraines ... iiihhhh. I managed to get to my 0845 hair appointment (don't panic - no pink!!! just a wee nibble at the ends) which was really nice as I hadn't seen Cara since just before she had her baby. I got all the gory details, and Cara seems so calm and easy, it came as no surprise to hear the baby girl sleeps all night and is very calm too, although very alert. I surprised myself with showing definite symptoms of cluckiness ... run for the hills!
Then I went home and slept for 10 hours. Woke up, showered, went back to bed, slept the night through. Sleep is really the only thing that kills one of my classic migraines; I've had no success with Imigran and its ilk, or prophylactic treatments. It's all about lying down in a dark room with heat pack on neck, ice pack on forehead, bucket by my side ... and sleep. Such fun.
Saturday: lather rinse repeat.
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I was in much better shape on Sunday, I'm pleased to report. I'd been getting a trifle blue over Friday/Saturday, feeling like I was going backwards again health-wise, but fortunately Sunday I woke up full of beans and bounce. Sam called me pretty early and we had a 3 hour chat aawwwww.
Then I was all energised and stuff so I took off for the gym, did a comprehensive but quick routine, came home, showered etc, then bused into the City. I had three (count with me, people) errands; payment on RL jeans, payment on Very Exciting Item Indeed, and purchase of a new lipstick.
I did those three tasks ... but I also came home laden with other miscellaneous parcels <put fingers in ears going lalala to block out mocking hoots>.
It was just good timing that in my wanderings I also happened to find a lovely pine three-tier spice rack, lovely cheap plain white bread & butter plates (because I'd smashed all my existing ones - I hate tiled kitchen floors), new sports bras so I can stop wrecking my nice bras with over-washing and sweat ...
I'm really not as extravagant a Retail Whore as I make out - all items were on my 'needs' list, not impulse buys at all, and very practical. Really. Except for the lippie which is simply divine, thank you.
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