This morning I found a long, curly gray hair. Evidence of the past two weeks toll.
Thursday, a week ago, the Wellness nurses were at the school for health checks. I didn't expect to pass with flying colors, I do have a chronic disease after all, but failing a test was unexpected. When they escort you over to the head nurse, you know you are in trouble. I failed the cholesterol test. So badly they gave me a script to waive my copay when I see my doctor. I refuse to take another pill. Diet and exercise are about to take center stage in my life. That same Thursday, the blood mobile was also at the school. I have always wanted to donate, so I signed up. As things started to look funny and the pins & needles feeling distracted me from the cold sweat I had broken out in, I thought "this might not have been a good idea." Too late. By then the nurses were swarming with cold wet paper towels. I nearly passed out. Dear hubby read me the riot act that night, "you are not a normal person" and "you can't just give blood like other people." It fell on deaf ears because I was glad I finally donated blood. He also knew the reason I slept for nearly 24 hours on Saturday was because my body was trying to manufacture more blood.
Tuesday we came back to school after the holiday. That was the day dear Son's world cracked. His beloved girlfriend broke up with him unexpectedly. This was our first teenage heartbreak. It has been rough on all of us. Dear Son has been moping around and school has been quite the drama as dear girlfriend is already "going with" another. The only light in the dark tunnel of this week is that dear Son relied on me. We've had conversations on deep issues and comforted tears. The sofa and bed have been counseling central. We are all ready for this weekend. A couple of days of movies and lounging should be a good Rx. Our movie snacks are going to bite because I've got to learn to live without my favorite drink, Coke, and cookies. I've really needed a cookie this week. I've been strong. No cookies have been consumed. I did look at some photos of cookies on Flickr. Desperate, addictive behavior I admit.