Last night I visited my grandparents instead of skating. I had a package to deliver from my mother, and I hadn’t seen them in a while. My cousin Eric was also there, and it was nice to hang out with them. When I got home, though, I was just SO EXHAUSTED. I had a hard time sleeping after skating on Tuesday, I was just so wired. I ended up going to bed around 10:30 last night, which is pretty early for me now that I don’t have to work until 10 am most mornings.
This morning while I was snooze alarming and being amazed at how sore I still was (first day sans pain relievers) I got a text from the boy, who has been feeling poorly. The fact that he was awake at 8:20 am to send a text was worrisome enough-he has flex hours at work and usually goes in in the late morning, and isn’t usually up as early as I am. He was headed into the emergency room for pain. He promised to keep me updated and let me know if he needs anything, and I haven’t heard from him since 8:40, so I assume he is busy getting tests done and pain relieved and such and doesn’tneed anything, but I am a Class One Fretter, and this is most of what I am thinking about today. The rest of my thoughts (aside from the bare minimum needed for work) are focused on my best friend and sister-from-another-mister M, who has lost someone extremely close to her.
Sorry this blog post sucks.