When I sat down tonight to write, I thought I had a topic. I started writing and got interrupted numerous times so when I finally got back to the page, the topic didn’t seem all that important anymore and I erased the entire thing. So then I was wondering what else I might be able to get off my mind and I can’t come up with anything really specific. So many things have been running through my head that they’re all just a jumble of thoughts. I know what you’re thinking; “Everything she writes is just a jumble of thoughts.” Hey, it happens; that’s my thought process. If you go back to my posts over a year ago I do believe I wrote one specific blog about my messed up thought process. I can’t help it; it’s just the way I am.
Anyway, some of the thoughts I was having this evening may seem trivial to you but I’ll mention them just because. My clogged ear is much better today. I went back to the doctor because the antihistamine wasn’t really working. She wasn’t sure why my ear was still filled with fluid and referred me to an ENT. That’s an Otolaryngologist for you medical types. I made the appointment for next Thursday and went about doing what I needed to do for the day.
While I was lying on the bed watching TV with Dolly and helping Ty with his homework, I was resting my head on my hand and decided to “plunge” my ear with the heel of my hand. I don’t know why, the idea just struck me like lightning. Remember my post from the other day? So I plunged it a couple of times and about twenty minutes later my Eustachian tube cleared like it had been clogged for decades. I don’t know what was in there, and I don’t really care, but immediately following that, the pressure in my head was dramatically reduced. My ear still has slight pressure, and even a little pain and crackling – which means the fluid is breaking up in there. I called my doctor, told her what happened and said I’d continue with the antihistamine for a few days and would cancel the ENT if I see marked improvement. I’m still feeling much better, though.
I was also wondering what it would be like to have magical powers. We, the kids and I, watch “Wizards of Waverly Place” on Disney Channel and I thought it would be pretty cool to be able to wave a wand and make things happen. Now, I don’t think it would be fair to conjure up a house or lots of money, but it would be nice to perhaps persuade someone to hire me so I could make the money and get the house. It would also be nice to be able to make my car run perfectly; to be able to change clothes without having to go through the “this doesn’t fit, I don’t like that” scenario; and to flash from place to place instantly. It would save time, energy, and gas money.
I popped onto Facebook for a few minutes and remembered that a friend had posted that his 25th High School reunion would be this year. That reminded me that my 25th was two years ago. He and I went to High School together and he was a year behind me but I graduated a year early so we’re actually two years apart in graduation. Then I was thinking about all the things that had changed in those 25 years; 27 for me. That’s a long time, when you think about it.
Throughout that time, and in random order, I’ve had eight different vehicles; gone to trade school once and college twice – the first time was right after High School and it wasn’t a fit so I dropped out; the second time was in 2006 and I got my degree in 2009, but you all know that; I’ve worked in nine different places at four different types of work; moved seven times; had four semi-long-term relationships, one with my ex-husband, of course; I’ve gotten married and divorced; had three children; and lost both parents and a close friend, as well as numerous pets – all in the past 27 years. I’m sure there are things I’ve left out of the list but that’s okay; I’ve covered enough. Seems I’ve been pretty busy, but I didn’t stop to think about it until today. That’s what reminders from my friends do to me.
Maybe tomorrow someone will say something that will remind me of something that happened to me in the first grade and then I’ll have to sit and ponder it for a while. Then again, maybe nobody will remind me of anything and I just won’t have anything to think about and will have to resort to making things up as I go about my day. That could be fun. When that happens, I usually go to my happy place in my mind and think about my dream house and what it will look like and how it will be decorated and how happy the kids and I will be once we’re actually living in it. Wow, that was a really long sentence. I’m sure I’ve done that before, though, so you’re probably used to it by now.
I do think I’ve rambled on long enough for tonight, though. I really needed to release some brain energy and you’re just caught in the middle of it. I’m not going to apologize because I didn’t do anything wrong. I just wrote the boring post; you’re the one still reading it. :-) Maybe I said something to make you laugh, maybe not; it would be nice if you’re smiling now, though. Considering I don’t know what time of day you’re reading this, I will wish you a good day/night and I’ll stop writing for now. I’m sure I’ll come back with something a bit more interesting for my next post.
Until next time…peace to all.
Well, I happen to think your post was not boring and you didn't ramble on and on.
ReplyDeleteI found it very interesting that you wrote about one thing happening that will remind you of something from so many years ago. That has happened to me as well. Especially since I started going to therapy, I started remembering stuff from when I was a kid. Random things that were'nt significant at the time, but all of the sudden popped into my head.
As a matter of fact, just this past week, I was standing in the kitchen and it was dark out. I didn't have any lights on in the kitchen but I could see out into the street and it was snowing. There is a street light on the corner by our house so I could see the snow coming down. The road, the trees, the cars, everything was covered in a blanket of white.
It brought back a memory of when I was a little kid looking out the big picture window of my parents house. It was snowing and I was looking out at the streetlight and everything was quiet and white and beautiful.
It was a very nice memory that made me feel very peaceful.
It reminded me that they didn't always have to be bad memories that we remember. Until now, it seems like I always remember the bad ones, but last week I remembered something very nice.
I hope everything is good with you and the kids. I've started to write on my blog again. As of tomorrow I will finally be a stay at home mom and I'll have time to focus on things that I enjoy and I'll have time to take care of my family, blog, and do my crafts.
Tracy