8/10/22

It's Wednesday.  Yesterday was pretty puny.  If it was a Groundhog Day day from the movie, I would've gone crazy.  Today is a bit better and I go see my oncologist this afternoon, so that's good.

So, I wanted to go to bed early last night because I was awake until 4:00 a.m. Monday night.  It was horrid.  I had trouble getting to sleep again last night, so decided to get up and take a nice, relaxing bath.  I put in a purple bath bomb, you know, the relaxing kind.  No bubbles, just the bomb.  Mostly because I didn't want all those little seedy/spicy thingies to get pulled into my jets.  I'd lay down until I got too hot, and then sit up for awhile.  Now, I'm sitting there, letting my mind wander, watching these tiny seedy/spicy thingies float around in the water and it appears two of them are mating on the far side of my tub.  I thought for a moment it could've been two bugs, instead, but figured it was just the motion of the little waves in the tub creating the illusion.  Next, I see tiny, little witches' broomsticks, and let my mind wander.  At the same time, I notice one little seedy/spicy thingy floating towards my abdomen.  As it gets closer to me, it appears to be a tiny beetle of some sort.  Of course, I don't have my glasses on, so I squint.  That always helps.  Since that technique failed to improve my vision, I tried closing one eye.  Yeah, that didn't work, either.  Just at that moment, I notice a tiny earwig floating perilously close to my right knee.  I don't like earwigs.  They pinch, and I don't need any more critter wounds.  Remember the wasp?  I use my middle finger and thumb and flick the earwig to the far side of the tub.  At least, that was my intention.  Said earwig lands on the far wall and is surrounded by 1/2 dozen tiny purple droplets of water.  He's stuck there and now I've made a mess.  I haven't used my washcloth yet, so grab it with the intention of removing the corpse and the water droplets with the dry cloth.  As I lean forward, I notice the tiny beetle (that I'd forgotten about) is now about 1 centimeter from my abdomen.  This is not good.  It's closer now and I can plainly see two little beady eyes staring straight up at me.  So, naturally, I panic and once again bring my middle finger and thumb together and flick it to the far side of the tub.  And naturally, it is now plastered to the wall adjacent to the earwig and more purple water droplets surround the both of them.  The washcloth is still dry and still in my hand, so I scoot my butt to the end of the tub and begin removing the bug guts from the wall.  Only, they're not guts.  They're simply tiny seedy, spicy thingies.  Of course.  Once my pulse levels off, I decide I've had enough of this relaxing bath and get to my knees to begin the tedious process of attempting to get out of my tub.  Only, now I see several of the tiny seedy/spicy thingies stuck to the end of my tub as the water drains out.  So, naturally, I wipe them off with my hand and put them in the draining pool of water.  I rise up and promptly strike the back of my head on the faucet.  I go back down.  Geez, now I remember about the ratio of accidents in the bathroom.....  I'm sitting there (in the now-dry bottom tub) wondering if I'm ever going to make it out of there.  I envision having to call a neighbor, since David is out of town.  There's no way those ladies would ever get me out of there and resorting to one of their husbands helping?!?  No chance.  We'd have to move.  I eventually climb out of the tub and climb into my bed, thinking I'm never going to go for a 'nice, relaxing bath' to help me get to sleep ever again.