{"id":4707,"date":"2016-04-11T12:59:58","date_gmt":"2016-04-11T16:59:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dsavannah.com\/blog\/?p=4707"},"modified":"2016-04-12T02:32:41","modified_gmt":"2016-04-12T06:32:41","slug":"2016-i-is-for","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dsavannah.com\/blog\/index.php\/2016-i-is-for\/","title":{"rendered":"#dSavannahDefects – I is for… (pt 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"I\"… insistent<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Hello my dear and faithful readers, I am (obviously) posting late for ye ole letter “I”<\/b><\/span>, and I’m sorry to inform you all that it will also be a lacking post, because I am exhausted and hurting (which I will [possibly] explain in a later blog post) and upset (which I will explain further in a minute), but because of my, erm, je ne sais quoi<\/em><\/span>, stubbornness, rather my insistence<\/b><\/span> in not breaking my #AtoZChallenge chain, I am writing<\/b><\/span>.<\/p>\n

It also – {string of expletives that would make a sailor blush} – seems that everything is conspiring to keep me from writing tonight! Which is why I am upset!\u00a0 (There is apparently no good synonym for “upset” which starts with “I”; the only one I could find quickly was “inflame”<\/b><\/span>, which works, but most people will think it’s my joints. Which, actually, it is, but mainly my spirit at the moment.)<\/p>\n

First, I was sitting on my bed with my laptop in my lap to check email and blogs and comments on my blog and whatnot, because it’s slightly more comfortable (sometimes) than sitting at my desk, and I reached over and knocked an {expletive} full {expletive} glass of {expletive} water over on my {expletive} nightstand.<\/p>\n

You would have thought I had flooded a bathtub. So. Much. Water. And of course, it went all over my nightstand and over the adorable book I am reading right now (an ARC [advanced readers’ copy] of Far From Fair<\/a>),\u00a0<\/em>a book of meditations, and the latest People<\/em> magazine (which I didn’t even want; I wanted a copy of the latest Entertainment Weekly<\/a><\/em> for the Gilmore Girls<\/a> cover, but hubs couldn’t find it anywhere, and he thought I just wanted something brainless to read, so he got me People<\/em>. Sweet, wasn’t he?). (And yes, I read lots of different things…)<\/p>\n

There is practically NOTHING WORSE that could happen to a book than for it to get wet. The pages stick together; depending on the ink, it could run together; and after drying, the pages are ripply like an ocean floor.<\/p>\n

\"dsavannah_defects_noballs\"Also, my illnesses and medications make me really really<\/em> thirsty all the time, and I am not supposed to drink tap water because the chemicals in tap water paralyze the cilia<\/a> in my throat and esophagus and prevent the cilia from doing their job. (The cilia site<\/a> explains: “They work, for instance, to keep the airways clear of mucus and dirt, allowing us to breathe easily and without irritation.”) The paralyzed cilia also makes it more difficult for my body to do its detoxification. So we have to buy spring water (when we aren’t,\u00a0for some reason, able to get it from hubs’ parents well).<\/p>\n

So not only did I ruin a couple books (a cardinal sin, in my humble opinion), but I also cost us money that we don’t have!<\/p>\n

So, I knocked over the water, said my string of expletives, and burst into tears.<\/p>\n

Which gave me a headache.<\/p>\n

And started trying to clean up, sobbing like a … sobbing thing. Hubs was kind enough to do the heavy lifting while I dried off the other stuff on my nightstand.<\/p>\n

GRRRRRRR.<\/p>\n

THEN, to add insult<\/b><\/span> to injury<\/b><\/span>, when I went back to my desk to plug in my laptop (it’s so old, the battery doesn’t last long, plus, I was now afeared of being a giant klutz again and spilling water on the bed), I saw a GIANT and I mean GIANT<\/strong> palmetto bug (looks like a roach, but can fly) crawling up the wall behind my desk.<\/p>\n

Can you say “ew” and “gross” and {additional string of expletives}.<\/p>\n

So hubs to the rescue again with the bug killer spray stuff. Which meant I had to move. AGAIN. So he could deal with the uglyscarygross thing.<\/p>\n

But, I\u00a0insisted<\/b><\/span> on writing, so the above rambly mess is what you get.<\/p>\n

Things I am\u00a0insistent<\/b><\/span> about in general:<\/p>\n