After Burn

This weekend I closed the three week run of playing Mr. Darcy onstage in an adaptation of Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice. One of the best roles and plays I've ever been a part of, being able to bring to life a story and character I've loved since I was 16.  This morning I called out of work because I was still feeling bad after having some mysterious symptoms for nearly two weeks. Went to the doctor and was diagnosed with Shingles. Going to be a tough week, even on meds. Can't really miss much work, so I'll just have to grin and bear it. Doctor told me could get worse before it starts to get better, even on the meds. 

I bought a body pillow a few weeks ago and pretty much fall asleep spooning it every night now. How pathetic is that?! Hashtag fake it til you make it? My nine year old cousin asked why I had the pillow in my bed and I told her it was for my bad back.  If I had a therapist I’m sure we’d be diving deep into this. 

I have neglected this blog. Been busy. Turned 36 last weekend. Opened "Pride & Prejudice" play this weekend. Went very well. Re-entering the dating world has not gone as well and I haven't even been on single date yet. My mom is having some heart issues, which is scary considering she turns 60 this week and her father died of heart failure at 61. Has a heart cath procedure coming up soon to see if there is a blockage that needs repairing. I’m cleaning the house. Dishes and laundry. Maybe do the bathroom if I still have the energy. Pulled a hamstring on Friday after overdoing it with leg workout and not stretching enough beforehand. Wearing tights the past two evenings have made it feel better. Should probably sleep in tights until it heals up. I feel guilty that I don’t feel guilty about my number one priority being able to move out on my own again. My parents will just have to deal. It’s my life. I am grateful I had somewhere to go when my life fell a...