I have some heart issues.
Not “matters of the heart” type, more “nature’s engineering fail”.
On February, my company did a health evaluation to all of its employees (companies have to do this every year, according to local work laws). I entered the room thinking it was going to be a breeze, myself being the champion of good health.
Instead, I learned two things:
1) Not many people know where one’s natural waist is located (hint: not by the love handles)
2) I have some sort of small congenital blockage somewhere in my heart.
Great.
Fortunately, I’m insured, so the array of tests I’ve had for the past couple of weeks (late because of work and national drama) are either covered or inexpensive. But it sucks not having a formal diagnose yet. I really hate uncertainty, especially when it comes to the literal engine of my existance. I find myself very paranoid about something going very wrong; I even stopped exercising about a month ago. Obviously, worrying 24/7 isn’t the smartest thing to do on this instance, but idk…
I am so tired.
Mentally tired.
Again.
That’s the thing with having an intelectually demanding job (lots and LOTS of creative writing/brainstorming), when I come home, the last thing I want to do is squeeze the last three drops of brain energy from my daily reserve. It’s awful: this is the reason behind the lack of written posts and the reason why I’m extremely behind in my Goodreads reading challenge. Even my Twitter feed is lame lately.
At home, I just want to zone out with the tablet and the TV. Not healthy.
You know what I want? I want a massage. A brain massage. Like the scalp massage that one gets when washing your hair at a really good hair salon*, but on my brain. It’s stiff and sore. It needs psychological oxygen.
OJO, not a brain wash, obvi…
*unfortunately, my neck doesn’t get along with washing stations so on the rare occasions I get a blowdry, my hair is pre-washed….
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Lo certifico por experiencia personal, y por eso es que me niego a usar contactos/ cirugía LASIK…
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- sleep
- reading
- cool weather
- my friends and family
- my cup of coffee
- taking a shower
- vintage The Simpsons episodes
- Couch 2 5K
- manicures
- knowing & hoping that things will be ok soon.
Me, today. This is why:
- Spilled a glass full of cold water all over myself, the mattress, the floor and my phone chargers at 5 a.m.
- Had a meeting scheduled at 9, in a sketchy and distant area of the city, that was cancelled just when I arrived. (I was sans smartphones for safety reasons, but my dumbphone was working)
- Needed to pay something very important due today, but my mom printed the wrong virtual receipt (our printer died recently and I sent the file to her office). Fortunately, I managed to pay online, but, not cute.
- My knees are whining too much to keep up with my Couch 2 5k schedule.
- The worst: someone drank my coffee :(
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“Ud., Su Majestad Benemérita”, por favor.
Friday’s Instagram roundup
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Coño de tu madre.
