Hi, it’s me again. The farting one.
I am feeling a bit better now, and just trying to get back to normal. With lots of painkillers.
Right now I am trying hard to get myself and the rest of my surroundings ready for our last wedding party on Saturday. The third – final celebration.
I have been looking forward to it all summer, because in my mind it was also going to be a celebration of the final operation and me being back to my normal self again.
Since I don’t feel quite normal yet it’s not going to be exactly as I imagined, but it will be great anyways. It’s just about changing the expectations of how much I am going to prepare and make amazing things happen. Perhaps I will not be doing a choreographed dance with my girlfriends. Perhaps I will not have made the food and dessert myself. And perhaps I will fart or be embarrassing in other ways. But it will be fun.
And I am so looking forward to celebrating, seeing friends from near and far away, dancing, wearing something glittery and some nice heels.
But of course with a party comes some stress. Even though I try hard to keep the levels down.
That means that this night I have been dreaming about all the things that could go wrong, so in my dream it was 6 pm Saturday night, and I had not ordered food, prepared drinks, washed my hair, or thought about how I was going to fit twenty people around our table.
And the dream went on and on, even though I was up several times. It just started up again. Why can’t the good dreams ever continue like that..?
And speaking about good dreams – I have found a new happy place that I go to before falling asleep. A place much better than the place of fear, angst and dread – and it’s the world of Anne of Greengables. We began watching the box set in the weekend. Alan laughed at first, but he liked it too. And I like him very much for indulging me.
Sometimes something overly sweet, romantic and totally safe is just what the doctored ordered.
And then I can dream on about being a cute, 1920s looking Anne on Saturday.