Can I whine for a minute or two? Back when I was in high school, I developed an ulcer. It healed up and went away pretty quickly and I never really thought about ulcers much again, at least not as they related to me. I think it’s back, with a vengeance. And WTF? Why not when Jasmine was dying? Why not when we moved across country with a baby in a minivan? Why now? I don’t know, I really don’t, but there it is.
I thought there was some leftover Prilosec from Jasmine’s cache, but we can’t find it. I will have to brave the wilds of Wal-Greens tomorrow to find some over-the-counter stuff. It hasn’t started bleeding yet, so hopefully if I just give it a break it will heal. Right now every thing I eat makes me feel like I’ve swallowed a steaming cup of hydrochloric acid. Ever seen Heathers? Yeah, I’m the first Heather, gulping down the drain cleaner. Ack! Ack!
Maybe it’s related to the major loser cycle I seem to be stuck in. I’ve gained weight, stopped moving through The Artist’s Way, keep dragging my feet on my spiritual work, and worse still, keep dragging my feet on my business initiative. I’m not exactly sure what gives. I could make a lot of excuses, but I haven’t really dug in yet to find out what the bottom line is. I probably should do it soon, before I completely run myself into the ground.
Okay, . I’ll try to come up with something more profound and/or thought-provoking in my next entry, promise.