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Posted on Mar 18th, 2009
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Amazume
Amazume
Oh dear...
Just found out I missed yesterday's GoddSCircle. So sorry. Wonder how you all are.
Checking in.
I've been sick, sick, sick. coughing up phlegm, getting rid of old sadness linked to Joe, who has also been very sick. Finally starting to feel a little better. Now that Joe is seriously looking into Asheville I'm starting to worry that it's a bit too tucked away (no major airport near it). I'm beginning to look at Ashland, OR and vicinity and LOVE what I'm seeing there. Bottom line is: we are going to have to travel to these areas and see for ourselves.
Joe QUIT smoking! I'm overjoyed. He's a royal pain in the ass, and it's alright, well worth the aggravation. Yesterday he yelled at me that he was so mad at me he'd rather not talk to me at all. "I don't even want to acknowledge that you exist." And so on that note I replied: "Goodbye then" and went for a nice long walk with my friend Ann. We reflected on how much we are going to miss each other after our move. I thought of you all - my fellow GoddSses and wonder how I'll be moving on without meeting with you regularly. Feels to me like bleeding from a major artery. Talked about that with Ann too. Ann is so good to us. She took Max to a science fair at the middle school in town, so that Max could have a break from his funky folks. He had witnessed Joe's outburst while Benji was napping. I'd only been home a few minutes when Ann picked up Max. I'd already given Joe a bowl of salad as a peace offering. He accepted gratefully. "Did you get a chance to calm your nerves?" He nodded, and just looked at me with an embarrassed expression on his face. I didn't need for him to apologize - his face told me enough.
Joe is a bit of a hard-ass when it comes to giving up something, reminds me of someone I know very well. She's... well... typing these words.
I know Joe: it took forever to make that decision to quit, but once that decision is made, there is no going back on it. He's doing acupuncture to help with the cravings, taking 1 nicorette gum every other day after two weeks of not smoking, and he's about to give that up too as it aggravates abscesses that are forming in his mouth (one at a time). Somehow all the toxins in his lungs have to find a way out. Coughing up phlegm apparently is not enough. Joe had this Chinese treatment with suction cups on his back and a heat pad on the front. His back was purple (like a gigantic hickey) and his chest a blotchy red afterward. I'm just amazed at how well Joe is coping with everything. So what if he has to blow up now and then. It's just the old mind-f*ck. This too shall pass. I just have to remember not to take anything personally. Joe is still my hero, even if he occasionally balks under that pressure.
While I was typing all this I coughed up phlegm three times. Goodbye old sadness. Hello joy. I'm about to embark on a joyful journey. I feel it in my bones. The sun is shining. I'm going to soak up some of that now.
Love,
Nell ;-)
Just found out I missed yesterday's GoddSCircle. So sorry. Wonder how you all are.
Checking in.
I've been sick, sick, sick. coughing up phlegm, getting rid of old sadness linked to Joe, who has also been very sick. Finally starting to feel a little better. Now that Joe is seriously looking into Asheville I'm starting to worry that it's a bit too tucked away (no major airport near it). I'm beginning to look at Ashland, OR and vicinity and LOVE what I'm seeing there. Bottom line is: we are going to have to travel to these areas and see for ourselves.
Joe QUIT smoking! I'm overjoyed. He's a royal pain in the ass, and it's alright, well worth the aggravation. Yesterday he yelled at me that he was so mad at me he'd rather not talk to me at all. "I don't even want to acknowledge that you exist." And so on that note I replied: "Goodbye then" and went for a nice long walk with my friend Ann. We reflected on how much we are going to miss each other after our move. I thought of you all - my fellow GoddSses and wonder how I'll be moving on without meeting with you regularly. Feels to me like bleeding from a major artery. Talked about that with Ann too. Ann is so good to us. She took Max to a science fair at the middle school in town, so that Max could have a break from his funky folks. He had witnessed Joe's outburst while Benji was napping. I'd only been home a few minutes when Ann picked up Max. I'd already given Joe a bowl of salad as a peace offering. He accepted gratefully. "Did you get a chance to calm your nerves?" He nodded, and just looked at me with an embarrassed expression on his face. I didn't need for him to apologize - his face told me enough.
Joe is a bit of a hard-ass when it comes to giving up something, reminds me of someone I know very well. She's... well... typing these words.
I know Joe: it took forever to make that decision to quit, but once that decision is made, there is no going back on it. He's doing acupuncture to help with the cravings, taking 1 nicorette gum every other day after two weeks of not smoking, and he's about to give that up too as it aggravates abscesses that are forming in his mouth (one at a time). Somehow all the toxins in his lungs have to find a way out. Coughing up phlegm apparently is not enough. Joe had this Chinese treatment with suction cups on his back and a heat pad on the front. His back was purple (like a gigantic hickey) and his chest a blotchy red afterward. I'm just amazed at how well Joe is coping with everything. So what if he has to blow up now and then. It's just the old mind-f*ck. This too shall pass. I just have to remember not to take anything personally. Joe is still my hero, even if he occasionally balks under that pressure.
While I was typing all this I coughed up phlegm three times. Goodbye old sadness. Hello joy. I'm about to embark on a joyful journey. I feel it in my bones. The sun is shining. I'm going to soak up some of that now.
Love,
Nell ;-)
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