Its been a week from absolute hell.

Starting last wednesday, I’ve had a throat infection that made stabbing my eyes out with a spoon sound life fun in comparison. Unfortunately, I had no choice, but to work due to lack of staff. So, with excrutiating pain, and a very slight ability to talk I went to work everyday that I was scheduled.

Everyone kept telling me to go home and rest. That I was too sick to work. Followed by “I’d work for you but….”. So, I suffered. Oh,lord did I suffer. Its a horrible feeling when you see a customer coming and you know that you are about to cause yourself intense pain just by saying hello. I almost broke down in tears once because a customer asked me directions to the airport.

My mother was horrified when she saw me Saturday. She said I looked like I was nearly dead (as did most people I ran into) and wondered if I should be driving. All I could say was “I actually feel relatively great today”.

Thank Goodness for my roomate who treated me like gold and made me tea and soup and gave me little chocolate treats. Thank goodness for my childhood blanket that comforted me when the pain kept me from sleeping. thank goodness I proved myself to be stronger than pain. This time. Although, it really did start to drain me emotionally. Lack of sleep, food, water, began to ware me down to the barest of energy levels. All I could do was glare at the tv in a semi comatose state.

Enough about that though, today I slept for many hours, got lots of water, and ate a lot of food. the pain is nearly gone, and my energy levels are back. I can’t wait to get out of the house tomorrow.

Once again I’m house-sitting for my sister in Kesington (Granolaville Calgary). I used to love staying here. This used to be an escape from my parents and dungeon basement. It used to be a place where I could stretch my wings. I’ve created a home for myself though, and I feel absolutely comfortable there in every way. As I sit here all I can think is that I wish I were back at my appartment where I belong.

Tomorrow, though, I’m going to take a strole through Kensington, I’m going to visit new-age books and crystal. Check out there tarot cards and runes, pagan books. Incense…so many types of incense. However, this time I will be unable to by anything. Instead I need to by myself milk so I can eat, oil so I can drive, and get money so I can park so that I can work.

I thought about it today. A few months ago, I would have gone on the same walk to the same bookstore, and would probably have come back with hundreds of dollars in books, tarot cards, insence. I could afford to waste a few hundred dollars here and there. Now, however, I’m completely restricted. And that makes me happy. I feel like a real person. I feel part of the human race. Down to earth. I love being just another struggling human being that has to save for a couple weeks if he wants something luxurious. A few months ago, I would have looked at those books for a few minutes then added them to my collection. Today, I would treasure them.

The simpler things in life are becoming more important to me. And because the simple things are the most important, I am more in touch with truth.