So, I get a call from one of my buds in my Ladies Tea Group yesterday afternoon.
She’s worried about my health, don’t ‘cha know, and wants to come over and have me sit quietly while she massages my shoulders and helps me find my “Zen state of relaxation”; a thoughtful, sweet gesture of friendship coming from a woman who absolutely loves me to pieces and has only my best interest at heart.
But I’m sitting here at 3:30 a.m. the next day thinking to myself, “WTS?”
I’ve got a wacky, Siamese cat, who wakes me up EVERY morning howling (Have you ever heard a Siamese cat cry? Well, let me tell you, it goes right through your nervous system!), and a new endocrinologist who’s seen me for a total of 2 times and mistakenly thinks I’m “bi-polar” because my heart’s been racing and I feel like I’m on cocaine since he prescribed the new thyroid medication.
(No, people! I’ve never done recreational drugs! Although, lately I’m thinkin’ it might be a viable alternative.)
I’m subjected to daily garbage trucks jamming down the road, whiney leaf blowers that start early Tuesday morning and don’t stop until Saturday afternoon, an early morning gas delivery truck with a driver that throws tantrums with the metal gas lines every other night and a neighbor’s highly sensitive car alarm that goes off most mornings if someone so much as breathes on the dam thing!
My new rheumatologist strongly suggests that my GP order a sleep study test be done on me.
(I’m thinking that I’d actually get a full night’s sleep hooked up to all those wires. Couldn’t be any worse, could it?)
The rheumatologist could be right – a sleep study test just may be the way to go.
The Princess has complained that on top of “Jimmy Legs” (a.k.a. restless leg syndrome) that she’s noticing some weird body tics with me, lately.
(I think it’s a miracle that I haven’t developed some serious anxiety disorders, myself, but what the hell do I know?)
My friend thinks maybe a few minutes of deep breathing and mindful relaxation is going to be just the thing for me. I don’t have the heart to tell the sweetheart that I need a little more in my life right now than some shoulder massages and a technique for breathing.
Remember Miss Betsy of “ Gentle Yoga, Miss Betsy”?
Been there! Done that! Don’t think it’s gonna work, but I could be wrong, People!
Anyway, I’ll chat with you next week with Part 2 of this adventure.
In the meantime, go out and have a laugh or two with a buddy and don’t sweat the small stuff. It’ll all work out in the end.
(And if it “ain’t worked out, yet, it AIN’T the end“!) 🙂