Underneath my yellow skin

Life is But a (Fevered) Dream

I went to taiji for the first time in weeks. Just driving there was an adventure as I didn’t sleep well last night for several reasons. Ironically, one way I know I’m getting better is because I’m not able to sleep as much as I did when I was really sick. For whatever reason, my body thinks sleep is for chumps, and it won’t let me do much of it when I’m healthy. When I’m sick, though, it relaxes its strictures, and I can get eight hours in one stretch! If I’m lucky.

It was really good to do a little taiji, even though I got tired very easily. It was also good to catch up with my taiji teacher and talk about the retreat at her teacher’s studio this past Saturday. Even though we didn’t do much, I was tired on the way home, and when I stopped by the co-op, I couldn’t find my wallet. I was freaking out. Where had I left it? I hadn’t taken it out of my purse for some time, so where was it? I apologized to the cashier and told her I’d check in my car, even though I doubted I’d find it there. I didn’t, but I decided to do one last sweep of my purse–and there it was, right in plain sight. I had searched my purse three times and didn’t find it, and, yet, there it was, staring back at me. I went back in, paid for my groceries, and apologized again. My brain was definitely fried, and I was grateful to make it home safely.

Recovery is slow, and I have to be careful not to push myself. I don’t want a setback. My latest self-diagnosis is aliens eating my face. At least they’re quiet about it now. I’m sure it’s some kind of sinus problems, but I don’t have any discharge, so it’s not a sinus infection or a sinus headache. Whatever it is, it’s slowly getting better. To celebrate, here is a video of two tiny hamsters on a tiny date.

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