Thursday, we saw our first snowflakes of the season. They quickly turn to rain. It will be in the 60s and 70s over the next few days, but it is a harboring of things to come. Last night both my stomach and my back were bothering me.
Ava came over, but I was not feeling myself, and she didn't stay long. I should have gone with my instincts and canceled. I enjoyed seeing her, but it was not fun for either of us. We planned her coming back next Tuesday for an overnight.
I threw up twice after she left and spent the early morning hours on the toilet. I suspect food poisoning again. Probably the spinach I added to my soup. By morning I was so dehydrated I felt dizzy in the shower and passed out. I woke up lying on the floor half out of the shower, confused and thinking how comfy the shower mat was. The shower curtain buffered my fall, and I didn't sustain any bruises.
This afternoon my stomach and my back are feeling better. I just need to stay away from the ab press in our gym at work and be careful what I eat for a few days. Today worked from home, which helped eliminate a bit of that stress.
I received an email from Billie yesterday. She passed her electrical journeymen's test on a Monday and gave birth the following Friday. She says the baby is doing well. Billie says she enjoys staying home but plans to return to work in December.
Billie has made a whole new life for herself. The one she probably should have had from the start. I feel like I wouldn't recognize her anymore. She thinks I deserve better than to be just passing the time with Ava. I replied that it is nice that she still feels that way, but what we get and deserve isn't always the same. In fact, I believe our choices bring us where we are, and I am okay with that.
I said, I wish I had more news, but things don't move fast around here. If you stopped by, you'd probably think they haven't moved at all.
It's true. My condo is like I remember my grandparent's houses. Always the same. Never really changing. A sure sign that I am getting old.
I noticed I got another negative review on my book. Both are from women.
"Ewww. What a sad life. Typical middle-aged guy thinking (that) with he's a 10 when he's clearly a 4 and overcompensates by paying for women. Trash."
It is disappointing, but it doesn't bother me much. I wrote the book for myself. Not to paint some false truth but to chronicle the past. They can read into what they want, and actually, I consider myself about a 7 or 8 :). I am of average height, in shape, good in bed, and make twice the national average income.
We usually have snow on Halloween, although it turns into rain.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on and stay safe
We haven't had a warm Halloween in years here either.
DeleteSorry about the food poisoning. I hope you are already feeling better.
ReplyDeleteMy stomach feels better. My back feels worse.
Deletenot sure I understand these kind of reviews. The title of your book says it all: a cautionary tale.
ReplyDeleteI also spent last weekend puking and then saw my parents. The said I looked good and clearly I had finally started dieting, although I still have a long way to go. I did not have the heart to contradict them.
But Bath, you need to take better care of yourself, really. Especially with winter coming (something we don't feel yet here, still in the 70s...)
I have been thinking about that. I cannot have my back acting up and get my shoulder operated on at the same time. I won't be able to take care of myself.
DeleteShame about the stomach, mine's cast iron, I could probably eat a dead horse, Back issues, you have my sympathy, I have them. One of my books got a bad review, from someone I know, that irked me, but otherwise I don't care. Most of my writing, like yours, is done for my self. Hope you feel better.
ReplyDeleteMy stomach is better, but my back is worse.
DeleteYes I suppose. ;)
ReplyDeleteIf you want to know the whole story, you'd have to read the book :).
ReplyDeleteOh man, that sounds rough. I'm glad you're feeling better though.
ReplyDeleteI am getting there.
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