Friends....
I don’t like having many friends. I don’t like the responsibility that comes with that. It’s true! I’m afraid of commitment!! There’s something I’ve never said in my blog before!
I like having one maybe two close friends but two is my limit. It takes a lot just to keep myself in my lane. I don’t need to be responsible for other people’s lane too!
But, I called Robb yesterday. I called for a couple of reasons, one, I blew by our set podcast time and completely forgot about it. Second, I needed a shoulder to cry on that wasn’t family.
Saturday night I ate dinner, stayed up late until I saw the husband and the boy off to Six Flags, put my sleeping mask on and slept for.... 24 hours.
And when I woke up for the day, after seeing my husband for a pieced together 30 seconds... enough to sleepily ask “ who won the game?” Meaning the Seahawks playoff game and again when I sleepily waved to him as he went to work and he said.... “ sleep as long as your body needs. You’re taking a hit. Let yourself heal” and I drifted back off confident that I was doing the right thing by letting my body take care of my needs....
When I did wake up I was immediately thrust into pain. This pain that I’ve been pushing through for two weeks. That while sleeping I was able to keep at bay... it rushed over me and I just wanted to quit. I just wanted to throw in the towel and say “ ok. I lose. I’m broken.”
I called Robb to cry on his shoulder. He always answers the phone like this “ Hi ya! You ok?” In Britain “You ok?” Is really just.... “hey! How’s it going?” But since I’m not British I always just answer the question.... us stubborn Americans!
And I whimpered... “no” and he asked “ the pain?” Which made me cry “ yes” then he said... “ I needed you yesterday. I got in a fight in the Indian”
I repeated that back to him twice. A fight in the Indian?
Yes. Yes.
Wtf is a fight IN the INDIAN?
The Indian take out!! Some guy started telling me that’s it’s cold in (where he lives) in the fuckin’ winter because of climate change! Then he called me stupid. He was a right daft twat!
I immediately laughed and laughed! I asked “ what did you need me for?” And he said... “ who else can I tell that I got into a fight in the Indian with a daft twat?”
Then he goes on to tell me this story that I can not repeat because there could be some questions of legality ( not on his part) but soon I found the tears flowing from my eyes were from laughter and not pain. Anything he says with a hefty dose of the regional speak of where he grew up, Manchester England, makes me laugh so hard. He doesn’t even try and then I do my best British accent to make fun of him and he and his girls say that I sound like a chimney sweep. Ha! He said that he was going to the store last week, rather than nipping our to the shops and his daughter said “ daddy! You sound American!” In a VERY British accent. Adorable!
My point being that... while I don’t care much for having friends, I’m quite lucky to have this one.
On a completely different subject, we’re going to Arizona in March if I am approved to travel. I’m glad we are going before the sun turns to dragons breath. March is usually a good time of the year, weather wise. I’m already hearing about stopping at Filiberto’s for Carne Asada and Horchata!! And my favorite Mexican restaurant for polo con crema. You can’t get good Mexican food in the land of Texmex crap!
That’s how we plan a vacation... where are we going to get the best food? Seriously.
Ok, have to go. I have a doc appt on Wednesday to get the cath removed. Thank you, Baby Jesus.
Tracy
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