SOOOOOOOOOOOO I had this other post composed in my head about going to a discharge class today and yadda yadda AND THEN....and FUCKING THEN....P discovered that housekeeping had mistakenly taken a GIANT BAG of my laundry, as in a week's worth of laundry...my FAVORITE stuff and we didn't know about it. The big problem with this? They take those bags, which have linen (sheets, towels) in them usually, off site to a GIANT washing facility. So this means that it's all gone. Forever. Fuck.
Yep, it's just clothes, but I put a lot of thought into those clothes. Like, months of thought into exactly what would be perfect to bring. Obsessive thought. Some of it was even gifted to me from friends and I loved it. A yellow cashmere wrap that I adored (mostly because I got it on sale for $10). ALL of my pants. Well, except my ganipatipants (there has GOT to be symbolism in that). All of my bras, except the one I'm wearing. My favorite pink dress. This great white hoodie that had a cool skirt thing on it. ALL of my tank tops. There are so many yogic ways to talk about this but right now I reserve the right to say this fucking blows. Maybe this is my major bump in the road. What-the-fuck-ever.
Now, instead of going to sleep, I'm going to start re-ordering shit. OH yeah, AND this morning I woke up and the mucositis started. It just feels like I burned my mouth with hot coffee, and it didn't bug me most of the day, but right now it's just making me mad. HARUMPH.
Karen and Christie, lemme just tell you that you ladies have some kinda intuition. Thank you:)
Much love. Ugh.