Journey Beyond Survival

Did you see that? A monster is coming. I've set traps. I drink a lot of water. It acts as a moat. But the monster swam it. I ate a healthy apple. Satiate the appetite. Somehow, the monster knew I missed breakfast. I had handy dandy snacks in the car. To tame the beast. Unfortunately the monster was only momentarily deterred. When stress came, I blogged far away from food. Monster followed me. It had conversation hearts. I thought of my friends, the ones I will blog to. The monster cowered. I teased a few friends on daily mile. Taunting, the monster showed me a cupcake. I wavered. My hubbend left me for a week to take care of ill parents. The monster hovered over me. It had the conversation hearts and the cupcakes together. But, I had to finish my post. I had to finish commenting on my friends' blogs. Miss THANG came home from ballet. It was time for dinner. The monster is melted. For now . . .

ME WANT COOKIES! OwNUM NUM NUM. Did I? Or didn't I? Days like yesterday make me feel justifiably in need of comfort. Huge machinery whining around my Special girl, lead vests needing to be worn. Specialist after doctor after technician talking seriously. Recommending things I should do more of, telling me I need to do less of. Looking concerned. "You need to get respite care, take care of ALL your relationships." Ha. I just want a morning alone so I can write. "She shouldn't be drinking that/vomiting so much/holding her head that way." Really!?! NINE feedings a day. Nine. I'm so tightly wound I can't quite relax before my hour and a half 'break' is done. Good thing they didn't tell me she needed night ones. Someone would've gotten hurt. So did I cave on my first test of the year? NO! I did not order the soft drink, I got a HUGE water. (Incidentally I finally figured out how to get a HUGE water at a fast food restaurant: "...