So much to talk about, but I’ll give everyone the shortest version possible:
My condo in Florida, which has been on the market since April of last year, finally closed. I have a contract on a house in Charlotte, NC that is my white picket fence dream home. And while some may scoff at a mere 2000 sq ft single family home on .38 acres -living in a concrete jungle my entire life, I’m enamored. I’ll post pictures, soon.
My husband became extremely ill last week from some horrid stomach flu. In the midst of the attack on his body, he gurgled “Rachel, I think I’m dying”. There’s no other feeling in the world than what I felt at that moment because rarely does my husband call me Rachel – he calls me “honey” even when we argue. But there was something about “Rachel” at that moment – I became a physical person instead of an affection. I became something he needed to physically hold on to – something tangible – instead of a feeling.
My ear hurts – badly. It started out earlier this week with my inner-ear feeling cloudy and I heard everything with an echo. It went away for 2 days then came back. Today, it feels like there are five knives stabbing my inner-ear. Thank goodness for that bottle of Vicodin I keep around. Doctor’s visit is in store for tomorrow. I’ve never had an ear infection in my adult life, but had “swimmer’s ear” as a child. I’ve been taking a lot of baths lately, so this may be the reason. I’m kind-of obsessive about showers and baths and have been known to take four a day for no good reason.
I feel like my whole household has been sick lately. I blame it on this crap-tastic condo I live in. It’s evil, I say.