The longest week
It’s only Wednesday.
My friend E is in town from Australia and I only got to see her after work for a couple short hours each time on Monday and Tuesday. I’m happy for the time we did get to hang out - on Monday we went to a Mexican restaurant and then came back to my house and chatted for a bit. And last night we went out to the famous Tiki bar and enjoyed a couple of drinks each while chatting away. My man got to join us last night, too.
The rest of the week has dragged on and on and on in such misery regarding my commute to work, the damned workday itself, and the commute home again. And, as I said, it’s only Wednesday. Worse than that though, is it’s only the very early hours of Wednesday. I’ve been this close to crying over all kinds of petty things for two days, now.
Add to that the fact that I’ve been having george symptoms like the bad old days and was even cramping mildly last night from the time I got on the road to drive home until going to bed.
My entire pelvic region feels like a sloshing water balloon, and every time I am driving in my car, every little bump in the road makes me guard my sloshy innards and feel a tinge of discomforting pain.
And to finish off the post with much TMI, I now have a VERY ripped up asshole from all the stress and worry I’ve been doing over the last few days with regards to job, not enough time in the day, commute, trying to think of my next steps in career path, and friends and family.