Today Was a Good Day

Even though today is not yet finished, it was a really good day for me. I actually managed to get out of the house and go to the gym! I am usually really sluggish in the morning so I was even more astonished that I made it out of the house at 9:30 a.m. I will admit, when we got back and it was nap time I did take a nap but I think it was a big step for me to get out of the house. I am hoping to do it again tomorrow morning but since I have a doctor's appointment in the afternoon, I might end up just working out at home. Either way, it is definitely in the cards that I will work out tomorrow as well. The only damper on my day is the canker sore of death that has taken up residence on my lower lip. I named her Hilda and she is a conqueror and bringer of pain. Hopefully she shrivels up and dies soon, before there is any major blood shed.

Last night a major decision was made by my husband and myself. I have seriously been thinking about staying in Colorado for a few extra weeks after he comes back on August 1st. He is going on a detachment with his squadron for a week or two the day after we return and I don't want to be here by myself. I also think that it will be good for me to get away from here temporarily and soak up the Colorado sun. All that is left now is for me to discuss it with my mother since I will have to impose upon her hospitality. I am not really sure how she is going to receive the idea. Helping me and supporting me has never been my mother's strong point. She shows her love by critiquing, criticizing, and being difficult. All I can do is ask and hope that she understands why I would want to stay there.

The downside to my master plan is that it puts me in an airplane by myself for the return trip. The thought of even flying for half an hour makes me feel like my stomach is going to come out of my ears. I haven't flown alone in over a year and it isn't something that I am ready to embrace. I initially thought I should look into taking a train, but it is a three day train ride and happens to cost more than our monthly income for a decent bed and set up. Since I am not driving to Colorado, I obviously won't have a car to drive home. So it looks like soon I will be facing one of my fears head on and flying alone. Too bad I will be parenting on the plane. If I were going to be completely solo, I would have a Bloody Mary and use that to try and relax my shattered nerves.

Other than those slightly boring tidbits, the only thing going on here is a cat that won't stop vomiting. I discovered that she vomited all over the back of the couch sometime last night in addition to the three or four other times that she vomited yesterday. As much as I adore cleaning up puke, the actual vomit isn't the most unnerving part. What really ices the vomit filled cake for me is the retching sound she walks around making about 2 minutes before and two minutes after she pukes. I don't like dry heaving myself but there is a unique feeling of disgust associated with actually hearing it occur. I think partly it is the knowledge that if the heaving successfully produces a result, I get the esteemed privilege of cleaning it up. In a single day, the volume bodily fluids of human beings that I deal with is enough to satisfy me for a year. I really could have done without adding feline fluids to the mix. However, I have decided to be optimistic about it. I am simply going to be grateful that she doesn't have explosive diarrhea, nor is she giving birth to a litter. I'll take whatever sunny side I can get at this point.