This past weekend Lauren and I visited my parents' place. It was relaxing and nice! I didn't get annoyed at anyone like I usually do. Everyone just seemed to have their cute little idiosyncrasies and trademark characteristics. Even my little nephew, who's always very serious and focused on his own activities, smiled at me and seemed happy to see me.
The house itself though, still seems to object to my presence. Every time I go there I get pretty bad allergies, and this time was no different. Coughing, sneezing, sniffling, the works. No one else has a problem, and I can't figure it out.
If it were the dust, then I'd expect to have a similar reaction in my own apartment. My parents used to live here too, and most of the stuff in the main area of the apartment is still theirs. Same books, same carpets, same dust. But for some reason, I'm fine here, while I can't last a day in their current house without major symptoms.
On the other hand, Kat usually comes by with many dogs. It's dogs-a-plenty when I visit, and that's not the case here. Maybe I'm just allergic to dogs. I don't know.
So I'm back home, still symptomatic, and really it's looking like the allergies have morphed into a real-live rhino virus. I've been taking vitamin C by the handful - probably 20 grams of it just this morning. I'm one of those people who believes in vitamin C.
The odd thing about today though, is all the stuff I'm scheduled to do. I've got a magazine article to finish today - and today really is the last day before it's too late. I have a therapy appointment this morning, followed immediately by a visit from josette, followed in turn by a massage with Jen, and then dinner with Lena! Starting at 9AM, I'm booked solid till evening.
So I've been trying to work on my article, but getting distracted thinking about what a nice time I had with my family, and how weird that was, and also trying to figure out how on earth I will possibly finish my writing before today's deadline. A normal person might consider flaking out on everyone, and just working all day... or maybe a normal person might decide that it's OK to miss the deadline after all... but somehow or other my intention is to not flake on anyone, and still get the article done on time. And that seems to be how it goes each month. Somehow I always get the article in on time, in spite of whatever insane schedule I've created for myself.
Oh well. At least it was fun seeing my family. No fighting, no bickering, no resentment; just enjoyment and appreciation. What a refreshing change!
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