What a week!
Let me share the past week or so with you.
As you’re all aware I’ve quit smoking (17 days now!) and you know that I’ve been taking medication to help ease the need to smoke. I’ve had a few, let’s say ‘head issues’ with the pills. They really were doing some strange things to me from aggressive behavior to…well…paranoia!
Just a snippet of the week that was….
I’d been taking my husbands head off any time he opened his mouth, so when the opportunity came for him to go away for a few day (5 infact) and without me… he jumped at the opportunity. He was going to stay with some friends, in another friends brand new beach house (all 75 squares of it!)…when a conversation arose about who else was actually going. The main reason for the trip was to share in our friend Michelle’s 30th birthday…so of course a heap of her girlfriends were going too…and Simone. (a past friend of my husbands that I knew nothing of until this day). Michelle made comment to my husband “Simones much prettier now” so I asked him what it meant and he brushed it off as nothing…she’d just been one of those plain girls years before when he knew her.
Fair enough I thought…unfortunately my mind thought otherwise. “she’s much prettier now…she’s much prettier now” so by the next morning I had convinced myself he was going to the beach house to do the ‘wildthing’ with her,(and why wouldn’t he? I had been such a bitch to him!.)..and then I confronted him with it. Well, I actually accused him, you might say. Needless to say he went off to the beach house with neither of us saying a word when he left. We laughed about it a day or so later! (Thankfully he has a sense of humor!)
I bought a new iron as mine just up and died in the middle of a basket full of ironing. So off I went to the store to replace it. There were so many to choose from. My sister was visiting with me at the time and pointed out the iron that she had. It was next to another that looked almost identical, but cost less than half the price…so I bought the cheaper version.
So, last Monday I got up early to iron a pair of jeans for work that I had had drying by the heater overnight. I plugged in my new iron…the cord was maybe 2 foot long and barely reached from the wall to my ironing board. I put some water in, turned it on and waited for it to heat up. After a few minutes the light came on and I tried to iron but the plate appeared to be cold. So I waited a little longer…it warmed up and I tried again. I had to iron an inch or two at a time cause the cord was that damn short it wouldn’t reach the jeans laid out on the ironing board…then when I pushed the ’shot of steam’ button it shot out steam alright…along with half the freakin water! My jeans were almost as wet as when I hung them in front of the heater the night before.
By about this stage my temper was well and truly frayed! I wrenched the stupid short cord from the plug in the wall and twirled that iron over my head like I was an Olympian in the hammer throw event, then I pitched that mother thru to the next room! Needless to say…I’m in the market for a new iron as that one is totally fcuked! Then I put my jeans back in front of the heater to dry (yet again!)
Anyone who knows me also knows that I’m pretty vain. (No need to be rude sis!) and I’m really (no REALLY) particular about my hair. I’ve had it all different lengths (and colors) over the years but mostly short and in some instances extremely short, but at the moment I have a bit of length. (”it makes your features so much softer with a bit of length” - My mum!) so there I am in the bathroom getting ready for work. I’ve had the shower, done the make-up and dried the hair…and wet the hair…and dried the hair. Yup! it was a bad hair day, that got ‘badder’ (don’t argue with me there IS such a word as badder!) the only thing left to do was to cut the bits that were sticking out…(actually, there weren’t sticking out and I thought that was the problem) Trust me…it WAS the problem after I attacked them with the scissors. It looked ok on the day. But as we all know, there’s a week between a good and a bad hair cut and the weeks up. Let’s just say my hairdressing skills leave a lot to be desired. I couldn’t even book in for a ‘real’ hair cut as I was too embarrassed. I plucked up the courage today…and I’m booked in for tomorrow. That gives me a whole night to come up with a reason why I have this very short patch at the top of my head *blushing*
…and lastly…
I had been carrying around in my handbag the packet of cigarettes that I’d opened when I decided to quit smoking. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out, nor take them out of my bag just incase I needed one. (I was sure I’d have a panic attack if they weren’t there) So, there I was walking down the street last Friday when I hear a man behind me ask a womanl standing outside a store smoking if he could buy a cigarette from her. I swung around and headed back towards him. (When I think about it now…I was pretty rude eavesdropping and all!) I asked if I had heard him correctly…he nodded I had. By this stage both the man and the woman were looking at me very strangely as I fossicked thru my hand bag in search of my packet of cigarettes.
Finally, I found them (hey…its a woman’s hand bag it was always gonna take a minute or two!) and I threw them at him, telling him I’d quit and I no longer needed them. With that I turned and walked away (almost ran incase I changed my mind) But you know what? I didnt…infact I haven’t looked back!(wouldnt help to do that now anyway as that was last Friday and I think he’d be gone by now!) I don’t need them anymore and my moods have been better and I think these pills have finally sorted themselves out.
It’s all good!
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