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As it turns out, my last blog post was the real April Fools’ joke.
Apparently if you take a deficient immune system and overload it with organic cottage cheese and local eggs, you get an acute immune rash reaction to both.
An allergic reaction similar to hives. No more eggs. No more curd cheese.
April Fool’s with all that “new year new me” breakfast nonsense.
I have a new kitchen toy that I’m currently playing with for the 2nd quarter of the year, but I won’t speak about it until after 90 days.
Before finding my way back to smoothies, and now juicing, cutting eggs out of my lifestyle was an unexpected diet challenge.
I was forced into a camming hiatus for February, and half of March, while healing and navigating change.
The pneumonia from late 2023 also came back during that time, because I resorted to self suffocation to stop crying.
This was after, accidentally, discovering that rolling over onto a new bamboo pillowcase forces my breathing to stop -thus bringing an end to mourning.
What I thought was a “life hack” to spare me from chest inflammation, (side effect from grieving continually) – was actually a “death hack.”
I won’t do that again.
I still try to remind myself, “Do I want to ride this ride again, or get off the not-so-merry-go-round?” – before I feel emotional… but the mantra is no longer effective.
Moving apartments in October I promised myself I wouldn’t cry in the new apartment the way that I had grieved and mourned in the previous.. it felt disrespectful to God’s plan to continually grieve over the same heartbreak and denial.
I was doing well with the mantra and holding back all of November and some of winter.
Amber financed a king size bed and gifted me a new matress from her guest room. The bamboo sheets and pillow case set was an investment treat since “upgrading” beds – so I thought.
Her extra plush BeautyRest foam sh1t was actually the worst mattress I ever slept on.
This is coming from a girl who chose to live with an air matress as a lifestyle in the attic/loft apartment.
In 2015 I went about two years, maybe more, sleeping on a queen air matress after gifting my twin bed to a co-worker who was sleeping on literal cardboard boxes.
If I didn’t live with two cats I would have gone back to a double width airbed.
Post tax return, I am now writing from/on a brand new $500 Bobs Discount Furniture spring coil mattress. After six weeks of horrible sleep, this bed is the 2nd best thing I own, after my desktop PC system.
to be continued
