I’ve heard a lot of complaining about the weather here in Chicago, and some of the complaints, even came from my own head:
Where in the hell is spring?
Mother Nature, I hardly ever have a beef with you, but right now, this sucks!
Last year, I was wearing a sweet, silky dress for Passover, and this year, I’m in a parka, turtleneck and mukluks. (Not a great look for April 3rd.)
I know I live in Chicago and really, if it weren’t for the fact that I feel like there’s a dagger stabbing me in my left eye, I likely wouldn’t be complaining.
I have noticed that when the barometric pressure shifts, I have the propensity to get a migraine behind my left eye. Sometimes, it can be so severe that I actually vomit. Ew.
I also stopped eating sugar and don’t drink enough water, according to my buddy, Paula. I think Paula is right, but I’m going with the shift in barometric pressure theory. My future husband, Tom Skilling would likely agree with me. (Yep, my head tells me that too.)
So, I’ve been sort of cranky lately. I’m not much of a cranky-puss by nature and sometimes, I mistake my cranky, migraine-sporting self as someone who’s dancing with depression.
I can’t be totally sure until the dagger has been extracted from behind my left eye, but I don’t think I’m depressed. I’m sad due to the death of some friends. It’s hard to stay on top of my duties at home and at work, and having a severe headache is the worst part of all of it.
So, my head and I are going to take a vacation from thinking about whether or not depression is hovering over and around me. Making these judgment calls while being rhythmically stabbed in the left eye could give anyone an extra credit migraine. Though I can be an overachiever, I do not wish to procure extra credit in this instance.
Instead, I will jump in the shower and let my hair fro-out. I will embrace my Elayne Boosler, circa 1986 coif.
I will be loving and tolerant of other people AND MYSELF, be of service to those who need or want it, and listen with realistic optimism to Tom Skilling’s weather updates. I am just going to accept where I am today and box with no one.
I hope we can all do that for ourselves. This is my loving wish for you.
From your perfectly imperfect friend,