Microblog Mondays – A Change

Microblog_MondaysFor someone who doesn’t have a paid f/t time job, I can keep awfully busy.  I spent Friday night, all day Saturday and Sunday participating in the Performer’s Mastery. (And exhausted I went to a Buddhist meeting.  I just needed that charge to finish off my journey.)  I did it 15 years ago and this past weekend, I did it again.   I’m really grateful I took the time to do this for myself.  It was just what I needed.  It’s kind of a hard thing to describe and it’s one of those if I told you, I’d have to kill you kind of experiences.  But I will tell you one thing.  It actually dawned on me that I’m a whole other person than when I participated the first time.  So being disappointed that I don’t look like my old headshots anymore is really ridiculous.  So I’m adding getting new photos to my to do list.  (Instead of talking about getting new photos all the time cause apparently I’ve been thinking I’m going to change back to the person I used to be. Hahahahah.)

Lots of things going on, but I’ll keep you posted.

Microblog Mondays – Congrats and Supplements

Well, will wonders never cease!  My friend called me to let me know that I have won Best Supporting Actress for our web series CODED  in Rome!  Not sure exactly what that means or even if I will actually receive an award (by the looks of all the winners that seems unlikely) but I’ll take the honours.  Thank you Rome Web Awards!

And on a health note, I saw my GP about my shoulder.  She told me to take extra strength advil twice a day.  Great.

I told you I saw my naturopath and she prescribed Pregnenolone, estriol cream (to replace the synthetic estrogen and to be applied to my nether regions) in addition to increasing my dosage of DHEA to 25mg. This is in  addition to the thyroid, iron, Vit. D and B I am already taking.   Since her initial recommendations helped me sleep, and lessened my anxiety attacks, I’m willing to give it a shot.   I’ll let you know if I become a nicer person with a libido again as a result.

As for the raw garlic and honey she suggested for my cold – well, I could only manage 2 teaspoonfuls before I gave up on that.  Gross!  Oh, and I’m also supposed to open up a  gymnema capsule and put some on my tongue to curb my sugar cravings.  Yup, it works.  Kills the taste of sugar.  So I eat the sugar before.  Hahaha.

Grief and gratitude

So exhausted from not sleeping properly due to my lovely hacking cough, I decide to do more than one thing in my day.   First, I drove to see the naturopath.  So I’m going down a street with construction going on, note the flagperson to my left and do not see the sideview mirror of a pickup in the parked to my right and – BOOM! – there goes my sideview mirror from my own pickup. It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened.  I look back in my rearview mirror and see that the sideview mirror of that truck is just fine and mine is barely hanging on.  No one is yelling at me so I keep on driving and of course, cause I’m driving a damn pickup I can’t find a parking space anywhere so I’m now late.

Anyways….. after filling in my naturopath on what’s going on with me, she recommends an increase in my DHEA, and a couple of other supplements and I really hope it helps.  I confess my addiction to sugar and she suggests putting the contents of a gymnema of my tongue to block the taste of sweetness.  I’ll take it tomorrow, right now I gotta finish up these Fritt candies.

Of course, I had to run to a nearby drugstore and buy duct tape to I can fix up my sideview mirror so I can get back on the damn highway.

I race home, manage to throw out some old dining chairs out of the shed into back of the pickup without getting too filthy.  I would have liked to put in some other junk but I’m out of time.  Off I go to finally deal my with mum’s storage unit.  I had called that well known junk removal company to come and give me a quote, but really no matter how much it was, I was going through with it anyway.  The driver was super nice and I explained to him that my mother had passed away and I was feeling a bit fragile.  He understood and was very compassionate and told me that if at any time I changed my mind, they would stop.  As soon as they started loading up stuff, I started to lose it.  I start going through the suitcases (once again) grabbing this and that.  I had to pull myself away and go sit in my truck.  It’s raining.  I call my sister and start bawling my eyes out, apologizing for wasting so much money in keeping the stuff for so many years and how I just couldn’t see all that stuff and her handwriting and all the jumbled mess and not feel paralyzed and now that it was all going, my heart was breaking all over again.  And then my nose started bleeding.  Gushing red blood and I grab a dog towel cause every time I try to look through my purse for kleenex, it gets worse.  I knew it was just stuff, just stuff and none of it was really her and my sister assured me that my mother’s love was still with me.  I knew that. I knew that.   But when I saw them putting her stuff in a junk truck like it was just NOTHING, I could barely breathe.  Now all that is left is the piano and some art.  I got it together, my nose stops bleeding finally, paid them and then…. hubby arrives. It’s just good to see him but I don’t have time to talk.   I’m calm.  We swap vehicles.  I’ve got 20 minutes to drive downtown.

And then I go to an audition.  Just a couple of lines for a new show on cable.  I consider it a victory I arrive on time  (and at all) and get a parking spot right out front.  I go in the bathroom, fix my hair, brush off my clothes and have a few minutes to gather my thoughts.  I go into the audition, drained, but I manage to crank out one of my winning smiles before I start the scene. I’m not giving a shit about much.  But I’m not coughing at least.  The director and the producers are there.  They tell me “You nailed it”.  I’m stunned.  I don’t even know what to say.  It’s not that I’ve never had a compliment before but really I don’t give it that much weight as that doesn’t mean I have the part.  I just wanted to go home.

I buy cough syrup with codeine at the pharmacy, and actually sleep that night.

Today, 2 days later, I book the gig.   I was just getting out the shower, and my phone rang and when I saw it was my agent, I just didn’t want to hear about another audition, cause I was just fine with all I have going on right now.  I just wanted to feel better and organize hubby’s 50th this Saturday and the in laws are coming, etc.  But good news is good news.  The drought is over.  It’s just one day, but it’s a very well paid one for a change and I’m grateful.

Thanks, mum.

 

Microblog Mondays – Stuff

I wish I had something more interesting to tell you, but alas, I do not.  I caught a bad cold last week and now I have that lovely persistent cough that robs me of sleep and sanity.   I’ve finally been appointed administrator of my mother’s estate and so I am now waiting for a package of paperwork to arrive.

In the meanwhile, I have to get the sorted out junk removed from said locker (which is costing over $300 a month) – and what the heck do I do with the piano that is there?  I really don’t have room for it in our home.  Well, not without any severe rearranging.  The only thing I could do is put it in the outside shed, but that would be horrible for a piano.  I’ve asked friends if they would like to keep it their home (for music lessons for their kids perhaps) but there have been no takers.  I do want to keep it as oppose to donate it, but don’t have plans for music lessons for either the kid or myself.  Any other suggestions?

Guess who rang my bell?

So a couple of Jehovah Witnesses rang my doorbell last night.  And I opened it.  Sigh.  I was making dinner, but was waiting for the water to boil and apparently I was desperate to talk to a grownup.  The one with the bible passages on her Ipad was the rookie apparently and the 2nd woman was the more practiced proselytizer.  Usually things come to a screeching halt when I tell them I’m a Buddhist and I don’t believe in god (though technically I’m agnostic) but seasoned pro managed to smile and nod and say something pertinent and they thanked me for being receptive to what they had to say.  In other words, I was polite.  Script reader kept telling me about Jehovah and bible passages so I thought if she wants me to take her magazine, then they’re going to take mine.  I retrieve a Buddhist magazine and an inspirational quote about being a light in the world and do an exchange.  So I expect they’ll be knocking on my door again real soon to continue the conversation.  Omigod, what have I done?  Shall I ask them to go for a dog walk?  Turn on a tape of chanting and then open the door?  Move?

Of course, later, I thought though  it was amusing for me to think I was going to “convert” them  out of sheer boredom, I’m certainly not sincere about that since 1) I didn’t go to their door uninvited  and 2) my beliefs and their beliefs are diametrically opposed and they’re ignoring that for some reason.  I’m aware that they’re trying to fill 144K spots before the end of the world, but I’m not so sure why anyone would be happy to hang out in heaven while the rest of humanity (and possibly their loved ones) would perish, but that’s just me.

Microblog Mondays – TMI

I do believe I missed a period.  That has not happened in over 20 years.  Don’t hold your breath, it’s not that kind of moment.  It’s another kind of milestone.  The one when you realize that your so called childbearing years are behind you and your ovaries are winding down…..to the place where your estrogen takes a  nosedive and you have no sex drive and you want to verbally assault anyone who pisses you off.   I can now see why women of a certain age get stereotyped.

I have flashes of memories as a teenager when I unexpectedly found suppositories under the bathroom sink  and wondered what they were for.  Well, now I know.  Vaginal estrogen – yipee!  Fun times.  I’m going to see my naturopath to investigate further what I might do about my nether regions going on strike.  My doctor says I should make friends with my vagina.  I don’t see why, though, she’s been a bitch to me for years.

Microblog Mondays – March break

After many years of talking about going on vacation together, my friend and I finally got our kids and packed up to go on a little getaway.  Sans husbands as they were working, but we managed it just fine thank you.  It’s a lot easier since our  kids are now 6 years old.  We went to a suite rental on the Sunshine Coast.  We shared a kitchen and – 2 bottles of wine per night – while the kids played together happily in the bedrooms.   They get along so well!  There was a hot tub that the kids pretty much pretended was a pool (no dunking allowed but there was a lot of splashing) and we also managed get in a small hike.  The first night we drove to a nearby town for sushi run by Buddhist friends of ours.  It was great we could make it out to the restaurant to support them.  Luckily, the food was wonderful.  Great sushi!  The second night, my girlfriend made gluten free pasta salad with BBQ free range chicken.  Yummy.  I have to say we could have used one more day but it was great that we could get away all together at all.  Made me realize just how badly I needed to get away.  Of course, we stayed up late, drank wine and chatted about everything.  And of course, the kids got us up early.  Ugh!  So no naps for the wicked.

Friday night we went to the Canada/Mexico soccer game.   It was a lot of fun!  The crowd atmosphere was amazing!  Hubby’s old soccer team organized the outing for the families and kids, but unfortunately he couldn’t go because he had to work. Poor guy hasn’t had a day off in weeks.  He did manage to make it for one day on the island with his parents for Easter weekend.  However, he was operating with only a couple hours of sleep.  His 50th birthday is coming up soon and though I’ve asked him what he would like to do, I’m afraid that  even 1 day away is going to be impossible.  This is what happens when you’re self employed – you gotta take the work when you can.   And you know what he really wants?  Motorcycle driving lessons?!!!  At least he has great life insurance.

Ah, it’s back to the usual routine tomorrow.  Gotta give my liver a break. Reality awaits.  My shoulder is not getting better and I’ve got to deal with that as well.