What a week. Let's talk about the emotional rollercoaster of life I've experienced since last Monday.
Let's begin with the lowlights so we can appreciate the highlights:
-Adam
had a terrible injection site reaction on Tuesday night. He started to
feel achy, weird, and had a crazy spell of chills in the middle of the
night. His body actually felt cool to the touch. This has happened a
few times before, but it is a shocking reminder of how unpredictable MS
and its' medications can be.
-Our oldest dog Josie has had
countless accidents in the house this week and I'm fairly certain she is
clueless to her bowel movements. Poor pup. Getting old sucks.
-I
hung up my apron at Williams-Sonoma for the last time after 8 years. I
had no idea that quitting a job could bring me to tears. Multiple
times. As I was leaving the store for the last time, I was so choked up that I could barely speak. As soon as I got in my car, I started
sobbing. Who cries over voluntarily leaving a job? I blame my
coworkers--many of them ridiculously kind and ferociously loyal.
Thank goodness there were more highlights than lowlights:
-28 easy breezy miles this week AND I finished August with only 5 fewer miles than marathon March. Woot!
-I
finished an article series for HalfMarathons.net about charity racing.
Guess who is freshly inspired to consider the idea of racing for
charity??
-Dinner with good friends on Friday night and dinner
with my family tonight makes me feel complete. I'm lucky to have
awesome people in my life.
-After the cryfest in the parking
lot last night, I drove home and began to remedy the situation. Adam
was out with friends so I crawled into the bathtub, fired up the jacuzzi
jets, drank wine, and finished a fabulous book. Later, I shamelessly
ate a grilled cheese and dipped Oreos in Bailey's. Sometimes a little
gluttony soothes the pain.
-I am anticipating the good stuff
of starting a new job on Tuesday: better hours, better pay, and a better
commute. Crossing my fingers that I made the right choice.
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