Thursday, July 16, 2015
How to become a drug addict - tomorrow
But first, how to share a lovely social occasion with friends.
But before that, a few comments from the day: I did not feel like cooking. I needed a break from cooking. I need to be able to eat something that I haven't personally cooked. I need to be able to eat, period. God, the pain is constant. I'm going to go back on Prilosec and hope for the best.
I love our new couches and being able to put up my feet. So do the doggies and I even found Anakin sitting on my part of the couch this morning, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. I made it to my therapist's office; I had a phone message from the Very Nice Lady in Employee Relations asking for a doctor's note and I didn't freak out and throw the phone out the window. I am still so stressed about this whole "separation" thing, it doesn't take much to set me off.
Today's "worst of all" had nothing to do with me personally, but hurt my very soul.
This discussion captured on the video:
I saw that, and then I cried.
Forget the drug thing - maybe tomorrow. That's a really evil story and I've had enough evil for today. Let's try to end on a high note:
Yesterday we met our friends, another married couple of A Certain Age (we're all Baby boomers) for drinks, steak dinners, and lots of catching up. We keep in touch on Facebook, but it's not the same as good old face-to-face.
I met the husband from this lovely couple 46 years ago this September. Yep, I was 16; do the math. This is another one of those stories about enduring friendships. What is a little different about our story is how it all began.
Most of us have had long-term friendships, and my experience is that they start in a couple of standard ways - kids from the neighborhood, or schoolmates, or coworkers. That's just logical, I suppose - I even met my husband at college. So technically speaking, I also met this friend in school, Lawrence High School. All pretty customary, except -
He was the teacher. One of those teachers who was very kind to me, then and throughout college, when I started showing serious signs of the anxiety and depression that would plague me the rest of my life. Kind and thoughtful and supportive, utterly ethical and appropriate in his behavior. Just the kind of teacher who always put students first. And he married a lovely lady to boot, and we clicked, so - thank you both for being our friends.