This is a new question, more or less, but it’s going to get a familiar answer. Many, many times since I started playing this daily writing prompt game have I answered with a list of the people I admire and look to for advice… so today’s answer is familiar.
So different question, same answer. The usual, right?
Yesterday was weird from the get go, stomach wise. I felt a little off, but not too bad.
Then I had lunch. I was off enough that I should have avoided lunch, or at least the normal lunch that I ended up having. I took my last bite, according to my food tracking spreadsheet, at 1:54pm. 10 minutes later it started. The “off” stomach turned into real stomach pain. I tried to ride it out, but by a little before 4:00pm I had left work sick.
The drive home was a nightmare. The stomach pain kept getting worse. I had to pull over once for a surprise foamies, then again for a foamie false alarm, then again to actually puke into a cup. It was a little paper coffee cup and my aim was spot on. I was impressed with myself.
When I finally got home I ran to the bathroom, puked again, cleaned up the mess, and went to bed. I’d sleep for 20-30 minutes then have to move to a new position. Always on my side curled up in a ball. If I straightened out the stomach pain was too much.
Fast forward to this morning. So far I’ve had a few ounces of water, the first anything I’ve had since 1:54 yesterday. It is 9:21am now and I am feeling okay. A little like a wrung out dishrag, but okay. I have a ton of errands to run this morning and I’ve already given way too much information so I am going to wrap this post up now. I might have more thoughts on this mess later. We’ll see.
The moral of the story is this: When I see my doctor in two weeks for my two year check in she is going to ask me if I have had any Dumping Syndrome. This time I think I have to answer yes. Shit.
Oh yeah, and today is the actual two year surgery anniversary so I am glad I got that crap out of the way yesterday so I can celebrate today. Yippee, babie! Happy Surgery-aversary to me!
A road trip haiku for you? Sounds good to me on this happy Friday.
Let’s go for a drive.
Is that Vermont calling me?
Why yes, yes it is.
I sincerely hope that everyone who uses wordpress.com and responds to the daily prompts lives in a place where voting is something they have the right to do.
Do I vote? Yes. Always. Well… there have been the occasional city/town elections over the years when I have failed to cast my vote, but they are few and far between. These days in the United States of America it is especially important to exercise your right to vote because so many of the people gunning (pun intended) for power here are fascists and if they gain control our days of having a vote will likely end. We are on the brink of oppression here and have been for longer than most of us realized. Now that it’s clear, we still have half of the country who are in favor of giving up our constitution in favor of a cult. Yeah. Fascism is a bitch. Fuck them all.
I used to say that if you pass on your right to vote then you give up your right to bitch about what the politicians do. That used to be both an accurate response and a smart ass remark. Now it seems incredibly understated and naive. Voting is the only option at this point. Do it. Take away the fascists’ legal route to power. Vote them out. All of them.
Sorry for getting all heavy and shit. It’s Friday, I was hoping for something light and breezy today but this is what they gave us. Fuck fascism. Fuck the maga cult.
How can it be? History really seems to be repeating itself.
My beloved Boston Bruins are choking again. AGAIN!
THEY ARE CHOKING AGAIN!
I only saw the first period last night and to my untrained eye they sure looked pretty lifeless, as Toronto was outshooting them at one point 11 to 1. The score at the start of the third period was 1-0 Toronto, which given what I saw seemed miraculous, and the final was 2-1 Leafs.
I can’t believe it is happening again.
Game seven is Saturday. My confidence level is squarely at zero right now.
Again… again. Ugh.
Game six of the first round series between the Boston Bruins and the Toronto Maple Leafs starts in about half an hour.
I am cautiously optimistic that we aren’t on the verge of a revisit of last year’s first round Bruins choke. My team is going to come out on top tonight. We’re one game away from a spot in the second round.
Come on, my Bruins. Put those Leafs away tonight. You can do it. I feel it in my bones.
A musical Haiku for You……
The downside of prog.
Supper’s Ready is so long,
Can’t pee ’till it’s done.
One indoor critter:
Another indoor critter:
Interesting outdoor critter. A grey squirrel with a white tail? Is this some sort of squirrel mutant, x-men type critter?
I got up super early this morning. I wasn’t planning on it, but I was up and at ’em a little before 5:00am. Yikes!
That let me get all of my exercise in, eat breakfast, water all of the plants, do a couple of little things to help Jen get ready for her in-the-office day, finish my normal morning routine, go to the grocery store and get dinner for tonight, and put vocals on two songs… all before punching into work at 8:45.
Wow… it’s been a long day. I need a nap. Doubly so, thanks to the crummy night’s sleep last night. Damn.
The current music recording project is Quarantine Tunes Volume 8. Four songs underway. One ready to mix, two ready for lead guitars, and one ready for rhythm guitars. How do you like that?
GPS. Get it?? Damn, am I funny! WOOHOO!
I don’t know what gives me direction in life. Does anyone? Does anyone have any direction or are we all just flailing away, blind and clueless? Are the people who claim to have direction just deluded and chasing fairy tales around through life? It seems that way to me.
I guess, like everything else in my universe, what direction I get comes from my family. Jen and the kids. Where they go, I follow. When they need, I try to get. Simple as that. I probably take direction from work too, but is that life or just profession? Is there a difference?
I can say for sure that I do not take direction from the stars or the calendar or any fairy tales. I am as clear on that as clear can be. It makes me sad that I know that a significant portion of the responses to this daily prompt are going to say exactly that. That is pretty depressing to me. Is such a reaction in some part a source of direction? No, I don’t think so.
I’m more and more on team flailing away blind and clueless here. What’s a red head to do, you know?
Inside the Red Head's Head 