I did it. I bought peanut butter three days ago. The miracle? It isn’t totally gone yet, although I am suffering from a slight PB overdose this morning. I believe the key is that I bought the boring, no-sugar kind. It’s called “natural PB” and the only ingredients are salt and peanuts. I’m sure my vegan friend, Jen, and my GOM (Goddess of Mindfulness) are probably doing a little cheer for me right now. If I were you, I’d buy stock in organic PB. The prices might be rising with me as a consumer.
When I was in the middle of my six week battle with bronchitis/strep throat/general ickiness in December/January, I coughed so much that I tore the intercostal space in between my ribs on my right side. When I was sick a few days ago from eating Klonopin like M&M’s, I pulled it out of whack again. Now, I can’t cough, sneeze, or laugh without
screaming out loud and taking the Lord’s name in vain experiencing intense pain. Where’s my PT sister when I need her? Oh, that’s right…she’s in Seattle doing a “clinical” and eating lots of clam chowder because she knows it makes me jealous.
I’m sure the world is tired of hearing about how I can’t sleep, but DAMMIT. Another night goes by with minimal sleep. I believe I slept
and woke up screaming several times quite fitfully from 11:00p- 2:30a. I suppose that would be all right if I were old my dad’s age and needed five hours of sleep per night, but I do much better on eight and right now I’m working off of a deficit. I’m about to give up and go score some marijuana and some vodka, which always worked well during my college years.
Someone should light a candle for my clients today. I’m aiming for professionalism and empathy, but it’s going to take a lot of caffeine to get there.