I wanted to add a quick update to my most recent post.
First of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who left comments or sent email and/or text messages after last nights' post. (Special shout-out to Calie, who didn't give up after Blogger decided to use her comment for its holiday meal, but instead sent me a lovely, heartfelt message by email.) That means a great deal to me. You are the best, all of you.
(That includes you, April, even though you were just trolling for ideas for my Christmas present. :D)
I wound up missing Thanksgiving dinner today. I started feeling poorly last night, and within a few hours I was achy, coughing, and sneezing, all of which kept me up far too late.
I finally fell asleep as dawn was breaking, and awoke around noon. I knew as soon as I did that there was no way I could make it to dinner.
I always get sick around the holidays - last year, unfortunately, at Christmas - so this was not wholly unexpected. But I am certain the stress of the other evening played a part too.
In any case, I wound up spending the day either in bed or on my couch, sneezing and coughing. Not the way I prefer to spend my holiday.
I told my therapist M recently that I suspected my health would take a marked turn for the better shortly after I went full-time. She agreed. Both she and friends like Kelli, April, Stace, and others have told me I will not be aware of just how much of a toll GD was taking until it is gone. I will be quite happy when that happens.
My nephew C checked in via text (my voice is shot at the moment) to make sure I was OK, and to tell me he was behind me 100%. He said his mother (my sister C) is still furious, both at my parents and at my brother and sister-in-law.
He asked if I was coming for Christmas. I replied that it wasn't up to me, but that I wanted to.
His response was instantaneous.
"I want you there and so does Mom. As yourself."
I thanked him, and said that wasn't how anyone else in the family saw it.
"Well, they don't get to decide that. You don't tell them how to live their life, do you?"
I mentioned that my brother and sister--in-law may well say they won't come unless I go as "him."
"Who gives a damn whether they come or not? If they don't want to come, they can stay home."
I replied that Nana and Papa may well side with them.
"To hell with them. All of them."
Have I mentioned lately what a good kid he is?
For his response alone I am thankful today.
I am also thankful for my wonderful friends, and for my co-workers who have been there from the moment I told them.
And for April, who makes me laugh harder than anyone else ever has, even on days like today when I am feeling blue, physically and emotionally. And even when that means she says something that makes me spit out my tea all over my laptop - twice. (Repair bill is in the mail, bitch.)
OK, time for this girl to get some rest. It is very cold here tonight, so I broke out the heavy artillery - my footie PJs:
Mock me if you feel you must. I, however, will not be shivering tonight. :c)
In honor of Thanksgiving, some quiet, meditative music from George Winston's lovely 1982 Christmas album, December: