I've had a pretty shitty week. I've been physically not doing so effing good. I've been drinking cranberry juice by the gallon, but I won't go into why I'm drinking cranberry juice by the gallon because it couldn't possibly be obvious, could it? I also I think it's best to form boundaries around here. I will say that I now know what Uristat is and what it's used for and why some people would gladly marry Uristat or at the very least name their first-born child after it. But, seriously, don't ask what's wrong. I'm not comfortable telling you.
In addition to the "mystery" ailment, there has been other stuff mixed in to make for a mood that I'm pretty sure can only be uplifted by: 1) lots of alcohol or 2) lots of new shoes. I say "or" as if combining the two wouldn't be total bliss. I say "or" as if you don't know me at all.
I thought about how to blog about all of this in a way that is mature and ends with a lot of grown-up perspective and also, of course, with just the right amount of humor. Oh, the catharsis we'd all enjoy! But that would require me to be a much better writer than I am.
So, I can't. I just don't know how to put this last week into words, as I'm still trying to figure out the bright side of it all. And it's proving to be harder than I had originally hoped.
I will say that at the end of the day, I do usually force myself to see the silver lining of all shitty things that may have happened over the previous 24 hours, and tonight, as I go to bed, next to my redheaded fiance who used the phrase douche nozzle tonight and made me laugh so hard I spit champagne all over the couch and also near our dog who continues to amaze me with her ability to be cuter than every other dog including yours and in a bed that is—you know—under a roof that we rent, yes, but we rent with our own checking account and under a roof that is close enough to the roofs of some spectacularly fabulous friends and family, certain ones who continue to stun me with their loyalty, their support and their humor, I can honestly say (and say with a smile) I've got it better than some.
(Huh? Maybe I'd be a better writer if I avoided run-on sentences, but I just couldn't figure out how to write that last paragraph WHILE keeping the douche nozzle part [and that was my favorite part] and also the part about Molly [oh the cuteness] and my friends really do deserve a shout-out, especially some, so I had to accept that you would cringe and, oh shit, I'm doing it again.)