"The puppies are falling off the cliff. Grab them! Grab them! Don't let them fall!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I scrambled to save them from falling. The emotions were high. I was sweating and struggling so hard but my rescue attempts were to no avail at least as far as a permanent save goes. It was like herding cats. The saves were temporary in nature. I would barely catch them in time before they plunged over the edge surely to their deaths into the black unknown beneath the clouds. We were way up high on the mountain. I was reaching for the little fur balls with valiant efforts to save them. My knees were scraped and my arms were bleeding. It was reminisce of a white knight's duties. Only I was a girl. I am a girl. I still am a girl.
I must have reached maximum capacity before implosion.
Bug came rushing in and told me I was stupid and the puppies were fine. In fact, they were all on my bed. Go figure.
BUG: EEEEKKKK! Mom! Your eyes are bloody! Oh my gosh! Mom! You are dying!
(Added melodrama of a teenager and crying profusely)
ME: Whatever. Get ready for school.
BUG: NO! MOM! GO LOOK IN THE MIRROR!
Ok. So that pic was a fake dramatic demo. It looks more like this...and I'm not smiling.
ME: All be darned. Probably stroking out from all the stress. I haven't looked this bad since college.
BUG: OH NO! MOM, did I do this to you? Did I cause you to stroke out?
BUG: OH NO! OH NO! OH NO!
ME: Relax. I am not feeling anything.
BUG: BUT IT LOOKS SO BAD!
ME: Yeah. It's a warning you should be nice to your mom and do your chores. Be good.
BUG: I CAN'T LOSE YOU! I CAN'T BE ALONE! I CAN'T LIVE WITH DAD!
So I had to have a chat and tell her I was kidding. Although I am not so sure I wasn't. Last night my anxiety level with her was at the limits where I just sent her to her room.
So eye doctor bound I went.
Yeah. Hypertension and stress related. I had no trauma to the eye. My blood pressure and anxiety, stress level is through the roof. I refused the drugs. I don't like them. I just need to take a breath and relax...mentally get a grip on myself. Yikes. Here is my sleep chart...
What a mess. Ms. A...I am loading up on double the cherry stuff.
No need to panic.The Harry Potter House is going through some decompression tonight.
Fargo is not going to implode just yet. It will look like this for 2 weeks.
Great conversation piece.