Patience is a virtue.
Patience is a virtue…I possess very little of. The days and months are flying by. It’s now late summer or rather late what-passed-for-summer. I’d been told it could all be done by autumn, possibly a court hearing in October. Now autumn is closing in and the documentation is still not completed, never mind a date set. It’s hard, living in limbo and all the while wishing and hoping and wondering if you’re doing the right thing. If a thing is the right thing to do, why is it so hard to do it?
Plus; the sums aren’t adding up. (Surely it would be more appropriate to say; minus; the sums aren’t adding up?). If the house is sold for x, it will take a lot more than half an x to buy another one. Unless, of course, I take a sudden fancy to living in a Mongolian yurt. But since I hate camping (tried it once, didn’t like it) it’s highly unlikely that I’ll take to life under canvas or yak skin now. Courage, Môn brave! Today’s affirmation is “All is well. There is more right than there is wrong”. Hello? Hardly one hundred percent positive.
I’ve had a break of a week away but I’m still bone tired. Plough on. Get up, dress up, and show up. Hit the marks. Go to work. Go to evening class. Go to the cinema. Here’s the thing; I always loved films but now I find thoughts intruding even as I sit in a darkened cinema watching a film and eating jelly babies. Unbidden, thoughts pop up in my brain like jack-in-the boxes. Same things over and over again.
This week’s task; find something that I’ve always wanted to do but never had the courage or confidence to, and go for it. So I’ve signed on for a weekend “Acting Boot Camp” Voice, movement, agents, CVs, and that entire sort of theatrical thing. What’s more it’s for serious actors, not just people who want to be extras on “Game of Thrones”. Then I can be officially a drama queen.
Wednesday; A visit to a different kind of theatre – a hospital theatre. I am required to fast from midday Tuesday and have not even a drink of water from midnight. Into the hospital at 7.30 a.m. on Wednesday half asleep and parched. By 7.30 p.m. I have a raging headache. Before they take me to theatre at a quarter to eight in the evening, they have to put me on a drip because I’m completely dehydrated…
I’m in my tracksuit ready to go home and eat the doors off the fridge when the doctor tells me he wants me to have a different test on Thursday. Which involves another fast. Oh. Ok doctor.
Thursday 9 a m. “It won’t be long now, you’ll be seen to soon” said the nurse At 10 am in I go, under the scanner. Suddenly a very loud alarm goes off. Nothing to do with me, luckily. It’s the hospital fire alarm. So up I have to get off the scanner bed, and walk to the designated assembly zone in a paper hospital gown… OMG
False alarm. Back in again. This time all goes smoothly. The two-days-thinner me is now back in the tracksuit and fantasising about a Full Irish Breakfast. But the consultant has other plans.
Back in on the Friday, fasting again…
Home, feeling like the wreck of the Hesperus, but fine, for which I give thanks. The consultant puts the huge weight loss down to “stress”. J
Tomorrow, the theatricals. Darling!
