Oh good morning! What fresh rainy hell is it today?
I am sick to death of rain. Really. I've got mildew. Well, I've got human mildew—asthma related eczema and this time between my shoulderblades. Peachy. I can't even scratch properly. Talk about having a grouch on.
The first year I lived in this godforsaken country I had a perpetual cold. My wonderful pantywaist of a GP at the time told me, “Well maybe this climate just isn't good for you.” Damn straight its not good for me: mine are a desert people. He couldn't really help me out with anything to relieve my symptoms except suggest emmigration to warmer climes, which was definitely not in the cards at the time. 25 years later and it's still not. Right now I would like to reach down my throat, pull out my lungs and hang them in a dessicator so that I can breathe properly. Instead I'll zap myself with some Ventolin.
So Monday night I went to the Ibu Pitjit because she pays me to translate her articles with massages. She takes one look at my back and pulls out the cupping tools. Cupping is effective but not fun. Frankly I thought I was being tortured. FOTI thought I had been tortured when he saw the bruises running down either side of my spinal column. “No, “ I told him, “the vacuum draws out the energy that's causing the illness.” Imp 2 told me he'd be willing to put the vacuum on my back at home, he knows how it's done. I gave him a little of the old hairy eyeball which made him disappear. I have the idea that things are improving behind my back so to speak. I'll have to wait 'til FOTI gets home to get a real answer.
Yesterday I seriously considered my options. I hate the weather here. I am homesick, I want to hang out at Jon and Peters, I feel unappreciated by those around me, except for the dogs (I feed them, they always think I'm fabulous), I really hate housework and when is somebody going to cook for me for a change? Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I was going to eat me a big can of worms. Instead I downed half a bottle of Colombard and made it an early night. The book I'd taken to bed to read was crap so it became an even earlier night. I promised myself to have a better day today.
And when I woke up it was raining, but I put on my gym gear anyway and had a workout. By the time I was done, the sun was shining and there was a strong southeasterly wind blowing. I took the dogs both for a long walk each and let my bad mood blow away. All the stuff that seemed too much to face yesterday was a piece of cake this afternoon. Its been a good day.