07 January 2011

Sick and Tired


I'm sick, tired, and sad. And sick of being sad and tired of being sick. The thing about any of these, is that the world keeps moving. Mourning is deeply painful and a bit awe-inspiring in its intensity, but the cats still need to be fed and the laundry washed.  The Hospice care nurse told my mom that I can contact her if I want.  They check up with the families after everything to see how we're doing.  I don't really want to talk to anyone about it right now, though.

I will say I haven't been sleeping well. Once I get asleep, I'm okay, but the path there is rough.  My eyelids get heavy and I head up to bed only to find myself thinking and thinking and thinking.  Most nights I drag myself down to the couch because I don't want to keep waking my husband up.  The sleepless nights left me open to this annoying cold that everyone seems to have, a rasping dry cough.  The only benefit is that I get to have an excuse to dose myself with NyQuil and have a few hours of sleep.

I didn't post anything yesterday because even though I made it into clothes, I just threw an oversized sweater dress over a long-sleeved t-shirt and camped out on the couch. Today, I had to go to the post office to send out some Vint Condition packages.  I stared at my closet for awhile before throwing this on:


It's actually a great low effort outfit. The sweater tights are my fav winter addition to my wardrobe since I'm constantly nice and toasty and the dress feels like a nightgown.  Unfortunately, poly/nylon and sweater tights combine to create the perfect storm of static cling ride up.  I'm pretty certain this could be why the firefighter at the post office let me go ahead of him in line. The only things I did when I got back from the post office is take off my boots and belt and I was cozy all day. No one here cares if my dress rides up.

I took some photos for the shop, but then I gave up and drank some chamomile tea my amazing team members sent me and put on a pair of fuzzy pink slippers my friend, Sara, sent in the mail.  I've been camped out on the couch since trying to get up enough energy to work on the store, but really I'll probably go back to reading Sarah Vowell's "The Partly Cloudy Patriot."


Outfit consists of:
Top: a.n.a found at J.C. Penny by my mommy (thank you, mom!)
Dress: 1970s jungle and cheetah print mini dress found at Thistle and Lace (similar here at IKAHN)
Belt: found at Last Chance
Tights: sweater tights found at TJ Maxx
Boots: BP found at Last Chance

4 comments:

Amanda / Rust Belt Threads said...

You look lovely..low effort or not. I'm glad to hear you got the package. I hope you liked the stuff we picked out. I wasn't sure if you even like tea or hot chocolate. ♥

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Vintage Seen said...

ugh I hear you it certainly takes a long time to have a normal sleep again and enjoy the mundane, I remember at about 8 months some normalcy ensued...I wish you well in feeling better and getting some more sleep...x

Adelaide's Homesewn said...

i wish i could give you a big hug.