Last week's Monday Mental Health Day went so well that I've continued it this week and hope to continue it for, at least, the next 4 weeks. This week was the week we had been planning (in our heads) since January to be in Baltimore, relaxing, pigging out on all things crab and catching the Mets at Camden Yards. But, since my job security is STILL in limbo, we're home instead. So I'm taking those 5 days and using them for Mental Health Mondays.
Speaking of my Mets, what a weekend. After Friday night's game, I really thought I could never watch a game again. Seriously. In all the years of ups and downs (many downs), I've stuck with them. But Friday night almost pushed me over the edge. And really, they actually played a pretty good game; it was just that one guy who threw it away in the bottom of the ninth, 2 outs, Mets leading 8-7, and a routine pop-up, courtesy of A-Rod, DROPPED by our 2nd baseman, Yankees score and win 9-8. However, by Saturday, I was over it and actually felt bad for Mr Castillo. My next door neighbor, a Skankee fan, suggested that I might want to take down my Mets' flag, but, as you can see, it's still fluttering in the breeze at the front of our house. Also, Metstradamus never fails to make me laugh and his take on Friday night was no exception. Check out his post from Saturday for a good giggle.
In other big news, I got tickets to see McCartney at Citifield on July 17!!! Tickets were only available through the Mets ticket office and let me tell you, they could teach Ticket-Scheister a thing or two. Tickets went on sale at 10AM; I went online and had my tickets by 10:15AM. No getting booted off, no server going down, just "got in line" and got my tix. Very, very excited.
I've been annoyed with myself for not keeping the blog updated as usual, but I've truly been extremely tired by the time I've gotten home from work lately. I have the Epstein-Barr virus, which causes Chronic Fatigue. And it seems to be getting the better of me lately. This only started about 2 years ago and I've learned there's a big difference between being tired and being fatigued. When that fatigue hits, I feel like I have weights on my legs; I can hardly lift them. It's an effort to even move. Raising my arms over my head takes all my strength to do. And you can sleep 8-10 hours straight and still be exhausted when you wake up. It's starting to really interfere with my everyday life. For instance, those McCartney tickets. I pray to God that I'm not having an episode at that time. It's rough because I still want to make plans to do things, but I never know how I'm going to feel. And it's a hard thing for people to understand unless they've experienced it. I mean, we all get tired, but this is beyond tired.
Believe it or not, I've finally learned to download pix from my camera to my Mac. I've always relied on the LSH for all my technical needs :). So, now, who knows what photos are going to pop up here? Stay tuned!
