Being hit all the time
Have you ever been hit in the solar plexus?
When I was a kid, got hit there a buncha times. What happens when you get hit there is that your diaphragm spasms and you can’t breathe at all.
You get lightheaded and double over, fall to your knees, and/or pass out.
Find myself regularly feeling something similar for a variety of reasons.
When I got those emails from my neighbor, for example, I had that feeling.
Just got it last night while (still) trying to clean up.
Alison used to joke with me that I’d never just put things back where I found them when I took them out.
I’d retort that I was always finding her long hair as well as random bobby pins everywhere.
There’s a table we have that still has Christmas decorations on it. Finally found the strength to start cleaning it when I found two bobby pins behind a basket.
And I felt that same hit in my solar plexus I felt as a kid and had to sit down. I haven’t seen her hair anywhere in over a year.
This was probably the last time I’d ever find bobby pins from her ever again.
So much for cleaning any more that day.
I can’t handle all the unexpected hits all the time.
Can’t handle being hit all the time. It’s slow torture.
Her: Is that a jar of peanut butter next to the bed?
Me: … No?
Her: Why is there a jar of peanut butter in the bedroom?!
Me: It’s probably the same creature that sheds bobby pins all over the place.
Her: (laughing) Great, we have a peanut-butter eating monster made up of bobby pins somewhere in the house.
Location: in front of a donut and rum, the breakfast of champions
Mood: struggling still
Music: taken more hits than a world war blitz
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