Thursday, September 22, 2016

I Think I Need A Vacation

In case you were wondering, Princess Bug made it through her surgery just fine. She's been out of it for the past 36 or so hours and she was mad at me when she came home and I wouldn't let her eat crunchies. The little paw where her IV was looks rather silly, almost like she's wearing a sock. And she's been pacing a lot and starting at every noise, and she wants to be attached to me in some form every single moment (well, more so than usual), to the point of aggressively headbutting me when I let go. But she's good.

I think that maybe my emotions built up on Tuesday (I admittedly did cry for a couple minutes as I walked out of the vet after dropping her off, having signed a waiver acknowledging that sometimes animals don't come out of anesthesia) but I shut down that emotion and headed to Porchlandia to get to work. But there's something to be said for letting your emotions out because if you don't they build and build and then they blow.

This morning on the T I was stuck on Big Red (a T car that doesn't have seats for max capacity during rush hour), which meant I was standing, and I was reading Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald (not particularly fast-paced stuff) when I suddenly felt nauseated. I stopped reading and tried to just breathe through it because that usually works when I get car sick. But then I couldn't quite breathe correctly. It was like I could only manage quick, short breaths. And then I started to feel these painful prickles on my scalp, and then they were on my legs. And suddenly I was dripping with sweat. I mean dripping down my forehead, soaking through my shirt, my pants - I might as well have stood under a sprinkler. I said to myself, You're okay, you're okay, until I got to my stop, just praying I wouldn't pass out. I think it was an anxiety attack? I googled the symptoms because I don't know what else it could have been. I don't feel particularly anxious about anything right now. Then again, I did just have three weeks of dealing with a major rash due to my gluten allergy.

So maybe I'm feeling especially emotional today. I don't know. But I went online to look up this gluten free bakery I heard of (a year ago while in the Whole Foods checkout line - thank you to the lady who mentioned it to me in passing) that's a five minute drive from me on Mass Ave in Arlington. Something Sweet Without Wheat, in case you're interested in checking them out. Anywho, I was getting down thinking about pumpkin donuts and muffins and apple cider donuts and all the seasonal things I cannot eat now that it's officially Fall (happy first day of Fall!) and I clicked on Something Sweet's list of goodies and I swear to you I got misty. Pumpkin Whoopie Pie and breads galore! PIZZA DOUGH.

Imagine me walking through the store doors this weekend...

happy excited crying ellen kristen bell

Maybe even a little of this...

broad city ilana glazer yas queen yas kween crying

And then through my tears a little of this as I grab two of everything...

dancing excited great awesome hell

So if you need me this weekend and I don't respond to your call/text it's because I'm lying in a puddle of glutinous gluten-free deliciousness and cannot get up. Ring the buzzer and maybe one of my cats will let you in. Doubtful though.


*Gifs via Giphy

1 comment

  1. Can't wait to hear how the treats are at that bakery. Is that the one we walked by near the movie theater?


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