My first year living at Alegria started with a flood of
tears. So tangled were my emotions one
year ago today that all I could do was sit amid the stacks of boxes and bawl my
eyes out. I’m happy to report that
things got better. This past year has been
awesome!
My second year started out much worse. I went to bed on the eve of my one-year
anniversary feeling a bit out of sorts. My
tummy ached a little, but I didn’t give it much thought. I laid down, propped up my book and started
reading. Barely a page into this evening
ritual, a devastating pain shot through my mid-section the likes of which I have
not experienced in several decades. I’m
not one to get sick often and in spite of the gut-wrenching cramp, I forced
myself to relax and breathe and focussed my attention back on the story. The pain passed. Momentarily.
For the next five hours I laid in bed hoping that the waves
of agony would subside and pass. They
only got worse. With each new cramp, a
fresh patina of cold sweat oozed out of my skin. I laid there shivering under the blankets,
concentrating on staying as relaxed as possible and keeping my breathing
deep.
I hate vomiting. I cannot
overstate that fact. The very idea makes
me nauseous!
But at 3 a.m. I conceded to the barf gods and made a dash to
the bathroom where I spent the next 45 minutes hurling rejected hotdogs and
chips into the bowl. When, at last, my
stomach was empty of the offending repast I managed to clean up, rinse my mouth
and stagger back to bed. I was exhausted.
All I could think about was all my plans for my one-year
anniversary being flushed down the drain.
Literally!
I had planned to go yard saling with my daughter first
thing, then wash Alegria’s windows, then go to Smithers with a friend for lunch
followed by an eye appointment. At that
moment, though, desperate for sleep and feeling like I’d been run over by a
truck, none of it seemed even remotely possible. I texted my daughter to let her know that I was
not likely to show up and then fell fast, fast asleep.
Oddly enough, my eyes popped open at 7:40 and I knew that I was
not going to go back to sleep. I didn’t
feel terrible, so I put on a pot of coffee and got dressed. At a few minutes after eight, I was out the
door and on my way to pick up my daughter and hit the yard listed in the PV
Express.
It was a disappointing venture. Of the three I was aware of, we only found
one and it didn’t have much to offer. Oh,
well. There was always window washing!
The window-washing fell prey to a decided lack of vim or
vigour. I puttered about for a while,
but never managed to pick up the vinegar, let alone go into the basement for
newspapers to clean the windows with.
I was determined to make the lunch and eye appointment,
though. At 11:30 I left again to pick up
my friend and drive to Smithers. I was
hungry, but didn’t trust my tummy just yet.
We opted for a light lunch at a diner on Main Street after a Canadian
Tire run that netted me a 428-piece tool set, a BBQ and some new cups and
glasses. The eye appointment was
uneventful. I managed to avoid having my
pupils dilated again (I hate that almost as much as I hate vomiting) and also
managed to obtain a pair of glasses that did not require me to re-mortgage the
house. It was then time to go home.
Not a total loss!
I had hoped to add a nice gathering around the fire pit to
top off my anniversary. But I’m must too
tired to bother.
Some would say that puking is not a very good way to start
my second year of independence and self-finding. (I’m pretty sure I’m around here
somewhere!) But if the first year
started in tears and got so good, I can only imagine the wonders the second
year will bring after such a purge.
It’s a theory!
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