Good Monday morning! Coming to you live on a beautiful day from the patio of a breakfast place that I love! If there’s something I’ve gotten pretty good at with myself after all of these medical issues is treating myself.
I took the whole day off work on Friday in order to be able to treat myself after my oncology visit (after driving several hours) and I took the whole day off work today too so that I wouldn’t be stressing trying to answer emails and such in between appointments and while driving home.
It’s working really well - even though I have Slack set up on my phone and can see comments coming through. I just press the ignore button.
Saturday evening with Best Bud was fun. We met on the patio of this cute little bar at 6:30. There was a large table next to us filled with about 20 hammered guests just yukking it up and slobbering all over each other.
It’s so interesting to watch drunk people now that I don’t drink at all. Yes, they were having a fantastic time and actually cracking me up from time to time. But they were also loud and every one of them teeter-tottering close to falling down. And that was before the final round of tequila shots which were served shortly after BBud and I arrived.
It was yet another perfect confirmation to me that I’m so glad I’m sticking to my decision not to drink. I don’t miss it AT ALL. Like, not one single moment of it. Especially now that it’s not that unusual to not drink and so many restaurants and bars now have mocktail menus. I still like fancy drinks out of a pretty glass, but I don’t have to have alcohol in my glass anymore.
Best Bud and I ate apps while Martini sat in my lap and scarfed what she could. At one point, a woman came over with a digital camera and asked if she could take a pic of Martini. It was already 8pm and thats when she puts herself to bed regardless of where she is. She was in her leather bag, eyes closing, and when the woman got close to her face with the camera, Martini jumped right up and let out some menacing guard dog barks!
She rarely does that.
But I feel like Martini is a true soul reader. There have only been a few people she’s gone ballistic on, and this woman was one of them. I trust her judgement. She’s snapped at (but has never bitten) people who I later found out are not-so-good humans. It’s TRUE!
Any time she brings out that mean bark, I listen.
The woman went away quickly. I did apologize to her because I know it startled her, but I didn’t give her any explanation.
Was good to see Best Bud. We so rarely see each other anymore, even though her son is attending university in my current city. I do see her when she comes to town and I saw her the last time I was here, but it just feels like it’s rare. You know, she refuses to come to brunch when I try to do brunches because (a) she says they are too expensive, and (b) it’s hard to have one-on-one time. And I can’t deny both of those reasons. I’m just glad we were able to make time together on this trip.
And I got to see Mom and Dad yesterday.
I met them at their church. We attended Easter service together (Martini was such a good girl in her bag, though she got really excited when she saw my mom and had to pop out onto the pew and let mom pet her belly during the service). And then we all went to the brunch at their church afterwards. Their minister is a little odd, but he was nice to me.
I went back to their house to make sure all was good there. My bro can never read a room and asked me if I wanted to go down to their neighbor’s house with him and my SIL to hang out and drink. Um, no? I mean, it was honestly nice of him to invite me to something social, but he just doesn’t get it. I can’t figure out his relationship with my SIL either. She wants a divorce yet they hang out together all the time. Maybe they are working on it? I hope they are. I know their situation upsets our parents.
I brought my niece a couple of fun Chinese action figures that I know she’d like, and that little snot didn’t even acknowledge me. She never said thank you, even though I know she liked the figurines. I’m sad that she’s getting worse the older she gets. She’s getting so much like her dad.
I stayed with mom and dad a couple more hours just lingering and chatting. Dad pulled me aside at one point to tell me of another of my mom’s episodes. This time, he told me about how they were sleeping together early one morning last week and mom got out of bed much earlier than normal. Dad asked her if she wanted to come back to bed and sleep a little longer, but she said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t think I should be sleeping in the same bed with my father!”
My poor dad. I know it breaks his heart. I was able to have a little side conversation with mom and asked her if she remembered me. She laughed and said of course she did. But I told her not to be afraid - there may come a time when she doesn’t recognize me. I don’t know if it helps to prep her for things like this, but it makes me feel better saying it to her out loud. Maybe I’m saying things like that to her so I won’t be devastated when it happens.
I finally headed back to [former city] while the sun was still high in the sky so I could have a good walk on the trail before getting a good nights sleep in anticipation of today’s doc appointments.
All-in-all, a really good, important time - so worth it to come back here for all my doc appointments and seeing friends and fam.
OK. Just about time to close up and get ready for my scan and boob sqush. The fun never ends!
xox,
GS
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