In which I snivel, bitch, and moan.
I am so waterlogged today that I can barely stand being in my own body.
I gained upwards of 15 lbs. this month (guess who totally wasn’t watching her sodium intake in the past month?) and I literally cannot wait for it to go away. I’m grossly bloated and uncomfortable, my feet feel like sausages, and I’m tired and crampy. The Curse will be here any minute.
Old age sucks. I love sodium, damn it, and vodka too, and I used to be able to indulge in both with no side effects! But now? Oh hell no: a few late-night drunken trips to Shari’s and come cycle end I’m bloated up like a corpse left out in the sun.
My wrists, fingers, face, belly, legs, and feet are swollen. My fingers tingle if I hang my hands by my sides for more than a minute. I’m tired. It’s 100 degrees outside and walking over to Main street and back for a sandwich was like hanging out in an oven.
And to add insult to injury, I went to the dentist this morning and my gums are kinda sore, which is really wimpy of me but hey – I’m feeling sorry for myself so might as well be thorough with my litany of misery!
Heh.
The gig Saturday night was fun, but hot. Really hot. Really, really, really hot.
Like, 103 freaking degrees. And the stage? Was a black flatbed semi trailer in a parking lot under no cover whatsoever. KJ forced me to take a bottle of SPF 45 that probably saved my life (and the necks and ears of the rest of the band as well).
We traded sets with another band for five hours. Curtis nearly went into heat shock but was saved by a cold towel, a generous application of ice cubes to his wrists and earlobes, and an ibuprofen. I drank a lot of water and a quite possibly more vodka than one would generally drink under such conditions. My cute boyfriend and Curtis’ cute girlfriend got pretty trashed and danced with me during the other band’s sets.
Sunday I made KJ drive me around in the relentless heat so I could spend all my gig money at Walmart and Andy’s. I bought food and a floor fan and HABA items. We spent much of the day in Kaje’s basement, where it was coolest, lounging on the couch in front of the new fan. I read. He blogged. We ate chips & salsa. I napped.
For dinner, he made portabello burgers. Then I read. He blogged. Later we gossiped about people. Then I bitched about being bloated (he poked my ankles and knees and said “Oh, weird! gross! cool! your skin’s full of water!” noises). I made him take me home at midnight, because I had a dental appointment at the ass crack of dawn (9:20 am) today.
