Sunday, 18 June 2017
9pm on a Sunday night: Chris and I came back from our weekly grocery shopping. I was ready to hide out of sight of anyone that may know me with my scabby injured face and he was probably wondering why I was being such knucklehead.
I just can’t look at people with my face right now. I can’t take myself seriously at all.
We walked into the store to see an old 90s favorite, Zima, back on the shelves. Okay! I put that in my cart! We continued on to find Oreo Cereal that, again, brought back the 90s. Finally, we picked up a boxed set of the television series, “Becker” starring Ted Danson and (you guessed it) lived on in the 90s.
Back in the car, Chris was making Instagram videos of his 90s adventure while I was ready to come home and hide like a hermit again for the the remainder of the day that I have as Recovery Day #3.
I am ready to head back to work in the morning and get life going because, frankly, illness doesn’t fit me very well. I can’t be a sedentary person that stays home all day. A day is nice, but too many days in a row sucks. I originally had this weekend scheduled out for a Summer Holiday. Chris and I were supposed to be in Denver, but low and behold, that didn’t happen.
As I sat around last night, I researched salons and businesses and websites and looked at my own identity and realized its past-due to overhaul the whole image of my logo, my bio, my everything. We strolled through the store today to see all these 90s artifacts and I, myself, am feeling a bit artifact-y. Three days away with your thoughts is bound to do that you, I’m sure. Mostly, summer does that to me. I know that kids are out of school at this time of the year, but there is something about summer that (even as an adult) brings a lack of seriousness to work and play.
I don’t dress the same for the salon as I do the other nine months. My work ethic and demand are not the same in the summer as they are the other nine months and I tend to sleep in a bit more and lull around the couch a bit more. I sneak off for occasional beers during the day more and go for walks and wish for afternoons in the sun and walking around listening to music when the evenings cool down. During the day, I kind of just want to lay inside and enjoy the air conditioning.
Three days away on recovery has let me think about a few things like health and taking care of myself and my overall general moodiness that people have come to know. No one made me moody, I choose to be kind of grump mostly because its much more realistic to me than seeing the world through rose-colored glasses.
Summer was always my favorite season as a child. I enjoyed June and getting to sleep in and swim and eat hot dogs every day. I liked going to my grandma’s house for days on end and I loved staying up late, binge-watching TV and taking post-swimming pool naps. By July, I generally hated my grandma, my parents, sister or the whole lot and my Dad would pester me as to WHY certain chores were never done on time. I was not into that. August came and so did my birthday. My birthday always signals the end of summer.
Laying around these past three days sick at the beginning of summer was a little reminder of yesterday and being a kid. I got some chores done, watched TV, slept late and have become annoyed as if July has reared its little head in. In July, I was normally hottest and most uncomfortable due to heat and seasonal allergies. Some things never change!
I remember waking up with swollen eyes or lips as a kid and not wanting to go out at all and just lay around waiting for my face to feel better. My dad would pressure me into taking a Benadryl and I would be so drowsy and high that I would fall asleep and forget what the tasks for the day were.
I’m ready for this allergic reaction/cellulitis to go away. I’m ready for my birthday. I’m ready to go back to work.