Friday FIG Diaries

 I am going to see if I remember what FIG stands for (Flying Iguana Garage? Federal Imaginary Gorilla? February Images of Glue?) while I write this post, and if I don't I will consult Elisabeth's blog.

February 1st is my sister's birthday. This sneaks up on me even worse than Eve's birthday (today), so I often am scrambling to text on the right day and I never get the gift there on time.

Until this year.

I got her a book and some Nerds gummy clusters.

February 2 - After a few quite bad pain days, woke up with much less pain. Husband got home from California in the morning and we had a really nice conversation while I was still in bed and he was standing in the doorway, and then he had a shower and came and napped while I read and it was lovely.

February 3 - Not gonna lie, it was a rough day. I got almost no sleep overnight, felt like absolute shite getting up for work, and all day if I reached for something I knocked something over, if I took a cap off something it ended up behind a toilet, and every tiny thing made me feel like bursting into tears. But the kids were as great as usual, and I told my husband how I was feeling and went to bed with a book at 8:30 with a migraine pill and a sleeping pill, and that night was much better.

February 4 - I hadn't been to our bar night for a couple of weeks for various reasons, but we went and it was a slightly smaller group than usual, and the conversation and laughing was good for my soul. We have amazing friends and it's good to be reminded of that.

February 5 - Felt so much better getting up for work. A little kindergarten boy at my morning school took off before I had scanned his book, and when his teacher tried to direct him to come back he couldn't figure out what she wanted and acted out a bunch of hilarious scenarios completely seriously before she went and gently took his book and brought it to me while we all tried to discreetly wheeze with laughter. 

February 6 - I went to my massage therapist, who I've been seeing since November and I love beyond the telling of it. She reminded me that not progressing in a linear fashion is not a moral failing, and that when you experience pain for an extended period of time it is not unreasonable to sometimes feel disheartened about it. Then we talked about The Night Agent and Louise Penny, and dug her strong fingers into my neck muscles and carpal tunnel, and I felt better after. Then I drove to the library, because I knew I had three books on hold that had come in, but the fourth was still in transit the last time I checked, and I was hoping to pick all four up at once. And the fourth book was there! And the roads were crappy and I probably should have driven straight home, but I made it without incident.

February 7 - The birthing day of one of the greatest joys of my life. 

I have consulted Elisabeth's blog and it was not readily apparent on today's post what we are FIGging about. Ah well, won't be the first time I'm blogging in the dark.