The worst has happened. I'm out of tissues. Last night I got the box from my car. This morning I used the last one. Kids are at school. John is at work. I am going to have to venture out on my own. I'm not sure I have the strength but it has to be done. I CAN NOT continue to use tp
and pt to blow my poor, abused, weary nose.
And just so you know, I blame this cold on BUSH. Michael has been in Iraq over a year now and I believe this cold is all the pent up anxiety and worry coming out. I have had the same dream since Michael has been gone. I am always getting in an elevator. I know what's going to happen but I still get in. Sure enough the doors close, the elevator starts up and its as if I am in some kind of free fall. It spins me like a sock in the dryer. I am not a thrill ride kind of girl. I hate amusement parks. I don't enjoy a roller coaster
. I always think to myself, "I KNEW IT!" Yet the elevator always delivers me to safety in the end. I just have to get through the horrifying ride. I always want someone to witness this ride but there is never anyone there. Last night John got on with me. Oddly enough as soon as the thing started to roll I looked over and he was gone. WTF
does that mean? What does any of it mean? Why am I still getting on the elevator?!?!?!
Here's the closest I come to interpreting the dream. I KNOW Michael is coming home safely but it is one scary, freaking ride in the meantime and I just have to endure it. Nobody can help me. I know everyone in the family is on the ride but really we are all on our own ride.
Okay. Right about now you are probably wondering how much cold medication has that girl taken? NOT E-NOUGH
! The good news is Michael will be coming home on December 1st! Woo Hoo
! The ride is almost over.
I'm going to get some tissues. Later.