Friday afternoon I was stuck at my boss’ new townhouse where they recently kicked out squatters. I was advising a cleaner on what needed to be done in this absolute filth hole. I did a little sweeping and such myself in order to not waste time. It was disgusting. I will never be clean again. One of the prior occupants is a crazy bastard who spent a long time on the phone with me. He told me women are only good for cooking and giving birth. I told him he was an idiot and if he had any women in his life that allowed him to act that way they were idiots too. He asked me out to coffee. I hope to God I never have to meet him in person.
Friday night I went to a fancy fondue party. Delicious! One of my friends brought back a variety of delicious rums from Dominica. Mine was cinnamon and I swear to you it tasted just like Red Hot Candies! That night I had a pretty bad seizure. I’m sure it had something to do with fucking around in that disgusting house full of pesticides earlier in the day but at least at this time I was with someone I trust and love. I tried to sleep it off all Saturday morning. I went to brunch at 1 but still felt like crap. I ended up back at another friend’s place where I fell right back asleep with her cat in my lap. The cat love made my face swell up and my eyes turned bright red. Sexy. So I went home and passed out at 8:30pm. I didn’t get up until 2pm the next day. So I went to my bar where I watched the Giants beat the Packers. That sucked. I also discovered one of the bartenders there is quite the douche-canoe and will not be privy to my conversation ever again.Cross me once and you get daggers for life.
After the game I had a fairly mild night which was followed by another 13 hours of sleeping. I had dreams about making tacos so I woke up and… made tacos. This taco making process of my dreams made the whole weekend worthwhile. I really love tacos.
So now it’s Monday morning. I’m back at work. I’m still really sore from the damn seizure. I’m pissed off. I’m pissed that my body is so damn weak that it feels the need to go into a dangerous fit that takes me days to recover. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop it? Why don’t we know the real cause? When will I ever be able to emotionally handle this crap? Can’t the lesson just be learned and then we can move on?
I’m going back to bed.
12 comments:
Cleaning up someone else's crap is really disgusting. I am sorry that you continue to have these seizures with no idea what causes them. I hope that the doctors figure it out soon and find a cure. ((hugs))
You had me at fondue. I hope you're feeling better soon.
sorry to hear you had another one. that sucks. take care of yourself. i say more r&r, some ben and jerrys and some funny movies. dont forget the good company, they make it all worth while.
The seizures must really be frustrating.
I'm sorry you're still dealing with seizures. I'd hoped that either they had stopped showing up and annoying you or else the docs had figured this whole thing out by now. *sighing in frustration with you.*
Did someone say tacos?
Sleep is my cure-all for just about anything. (Except depression. That takes meds.)
Crazy Bastard might be a dirt bag, but that's some quality trolling right there.
That sucks that you had another seizure. I always worry about you and those things and can only imagine how frustrated you are. Maybe, hopefully, someday soon you'll find out what's causing them.
Jay
What an ignorant git. Women aren't good for cooking at all. I tried one once, tasted awful.
Joking aside, sorry to hear about the seizures. Hope you find out the cause soon.
Butbutbut... I thought you wanted to meet me in person! ;P
Not glad to hear about the seizure, really glad to hear about the cinnamon rum... That actually sounds scary good.
Silver linings are always good.
You know those stupid shake weights, you're supposed to tense up and the weight goes up and down and you're supposed to get super fit?
Well, sounds like your seizures are doing that for you. At the very least, your muscles are tensing so hard it's like a week at the gym, and you come out of it buff.
See? Silver lining and all that.
I'm sorry about all this sweetie
I think more sleep is a good thing though
that and removing as much of the general douchery around you as you can
love ya
the first paragraph makes me want to move back to nyc asap.. Bartenders are more often dick wads than not in my experience. Although one of my best friends i met when she was bar tending so they Can be cool.. I know you feel the same way.
Ugh, the seizure experience sounds just like the word.. I can feel what you mean when you describe the sore muscles and mental sate. What would the lesson learned be?
Tacos are yummy def.. Soft tacos are even yummier. Gman cooks up some good mexi food i hear.
the "word verification" below is funny: rinst.. Like "i just rinst off my hands" Or body
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