Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.

My boyfriend coming home after work yesterday evening.

Straight up. I suppose the “tell us about” means I am suppose to expand on the prompt. For once I thought I was happy I missed common core English, but I have kids.

Yesterday, I know I promised a second blog post & I dropped the ball. I apologize, life totally happened— but I’m going to do you two better.

One, let’s answer this bad boy.

Yesterday. Holy fuck!

I got up, one way chatted to y’all via daily post, then I had a 9am Employment Drug Screen which my Brother was giving me a ride. I wasn’t feeling yesterday at all, like I was ready to go back to bed. All. Day.

So I muster up what little motivation I can and put on something that looks inconspicuous. I don’t know what it is about knowing I have to pee in a cup in-front of a stranger that triggers my neurosis, seriously. It’s just so, obsessive stalker really.

So, 9am rolls around and I get in my Brothers VW Atlas. I say this very lovingly whey I say that my Brother is one of “those guys”. You know, the Middle Aged White Guy that has to have absolutely every electronic in the car, and running at all times. Including YouTube.

Receiving a ride also includes that I must stand there awkwardly like I don’t see him coming so he can roll right up on me and blow the horn upon pick up. I’ve given up on the ‘like I don’t see him part’. It’s ten times more awkward if you stare dead in your drivers eyes while this is going on, at least for your driver. Plus; it makes the horn blast a little less panic inducing.

Then we drive like the police don’t exist while trying to google map where it is we are actually suppose to be.

By the time I’ve managed my way into the clinic, I’m already shaking like I’m on everything I’m suppose to be tested for. My nerves are absolutely shot due to a healthy dose of panic coursing through my body. It was when I was checking in that I realized how badly I was physically shaking.

Nothing more fun than walking into a Pre-Employment Screen with such bad anxiety from the previous 30 mins of your life you are shaking like you took a bump before walking in.

Here I am at the check in screen squinting to read the damned thing because it’s pointed exactly where the morning sun hits it. Shaking and squinting. By this point I have the front desk lab coat watching me. I made sure to make a point of looking list afterwards so she would have to direct me to my seat. Where I sat until she called my name to write in the company code I had been given to undergo this entire process. I politely gave it to her, which then prompted the questions about my name and where my accent is from.

I went and sat back down to an audience of test subject waiting for their moment to pee. Most of them looked like they rolled out of bed to come do this. I sat there saying to myself, if these people are in my training class… then it was my turn.

Here in the states they have this stupid locker they make you put all the stuff from your pockets in so they can close it. Then you are informed that you have 4 minutes to do your business before they come back in.

I’ve been sitting in a waiting room breathing out a full blown PTSD Anxiety attack for the last 30 minutes. I was more than relived to be in this bleak room, let alone to almost be done.

It had been 2 week of mental hell coming to a very welcomed end. I passed and it was over.

Then we went to breakfast, where I ate more than I have in three weeks, came home and medicated.

It wasn’t but a couple hours later my boyfriend was coming home. Yes, we live together but our weekday schedules are incompatible. So the weekends are still the time we get to be together. At least while we both are awake. It’s when we get to relax, take Lunathetic to the dog park and just heal.

Did that answer the question, teacher?

Thanks as always for sticking with me through my crazy journey. Happy Saturday, wherever you are! 🍋💋