Today I had the worst headache in very long time. It felt like my daughter was stomping on the entire front of my head with her cleats. The gorgeous sunny day made my eyes scream in pain. I felt sick to my stomach. I finally gave up on it passing on its own and took some Excedrin (the only medicine that works for me and Catalina who has suffered from migraines since she was 5 — headaches that make what I had today look like a walk in the park) and took a little nap. Sleep is the only other thing that helps. I woke up feeling a bit hungover but in significantly less pain. I was able to get some of the things done as I had planned and watch an absolutely dreadful Rangers game. Now my headache is back. I want to get to sleep so I will finally be rid of it today but I couldn’t let the day end without sharing the out-of-this-world great feeling I got from what two old friends said to me today.
When I write, I write for myself. For the inner joy I get from expressing myself in the written word. But I have to say, I get an incredible boost in my confidence when I know that there is someone other than me who is reading these words on a regular basis. There’s no way of my knowing who is reading it or even if it’s being read at all except for when I get feedback. And today, I got some. And it was so good.
A friend who I met during that terrible 7th grade experience and I recently found each other on Facebook. Our friendship was one of the few bright spots of that year. She was among my first friends after the “big move” and I have always been incredibly grateful that she reached out to me, even amidst all the taunting led by Bart Todd. She told me today that she enjoys reading my blog. She said that she remembered me on the first day of 7th grade, in my red top and polka dot skirt. But she said that what she remembered most of all was our friendship and those memories made her smile during the decades that passed. She also remembered my writing, right down to the name of one of the poems I wrote back then and is glad to be able to read my writing again. Even with my head splitting, it felt incredibly wonderful to know this today.
And there is Susan. Her opinion always mattered so much to me back in the day. It still does now. She told me that she LOVES my blog, pulled out a quote from one of my posts and asked if it would be okay if she used it. That was the greatest gift I could have ever asked for.
Ladies, thank you so much for the smiles on a day that I was/am feeling so miserable. I’d like to return the favor. I will share my favorite joke of all-time. I didn’t write it, but I cleaned it up ever so slightly:
A bear and a rabbit are in the woods. The bear turns to the rabbit and asks him, “Hey, do you every have trouble with poop sticking to your fur?”
The rabbit replied, “No, I don’t.”
So the bear wiped his butt with the rabbit.
That joke makes me laugh so hard every time. Hope it did the same for you.
Good night and Namaste.