Today was one of those days that offered up the one-two punch and just about leveled me. Fortunately, a new reader (Baby Blues) dropped by and her comment led me to her blog which had just the right message for me. Thanks, Baby Blues. You’re officially on the Blog Roll.
My first indication that today was going to offer up a few challenges came when outrageously painful cramping from my totally useless uterus awakened me at 3:45 am. Two Alleve and 90 minutes later I was still trying to turn off my brain and my pain receptors when mercifully the Alleve took the upper hand. Sometime afterwards I managed to make my way back to slumber land.
Drowsy and still in discomfort later in the morning I stumbled out to find some coffee and a heating pad when my husband reminded me (ever so gently as he knows when he sees me clutching my abdomen and hobbling that I need a little extra TLC), that our next door neighbor had warned him about a little shindig they had planned for the day…can you guess what kind of shindig?
Well, if you’re a woman in monthly distress, fighting the demons that come with the monthly reminder of failure and you’re coming off of a fitful night’s sleep then, if you’re like me, you crave a few small favors: a comfortably padded chaise lounge chair, some light reading or better yet People magazine and a quiet afternoon to soak up some early spring sunshine and, if we’re really fortunate, some dozing to transport your mind elsewhere, yes?
NO! It wasn’t to be because in addition to a pile of work that demanded my attention and creative efforts before a wickedly demanding work week officially begins, I learned that the neighbor’s shindig was nothing less than a three-year-old’s birthday party complete with sugar-crazed screaming toddlers, chirpy moms and dads loudly comparing notes on the joys of seeing their little ones grow up and a bouncy inflatable castle with a mini-generator to keep it inflated.
My peaceful backyard haven, my escape from reality wasn’t going to happen. Instead I slogged through the writing projects that needed attention amid the noisy backrop brought on by a pack of mini partiers while my uterus continued to torture me and the demon on my shoulder reminded me throughout the day that the joyful development next door would have been mine had the last of my IVF treatments worked three years ago. I’m really hoping that tonight brings some much needed mental and physical rest…