pepper spray and cupcakes
Yesterday my friend and I took a little walk on the wild side for signage (photos coming.) On the way, we stopped for pepper spray for me, first aid supplies for her (she’s a red cross volunteer), finished off by cupcakes across the street from a casket company (!) … now today, I’m paying for it. Why? I forgot my friend is a diabetic (which is why I’m not outing her.) After collapsing in a fit of sugar giggles while photographing the “no smoking within 20 feet of the entrance!” signs on the door of the casket company and trying to track down the origin of a squawking parrot in a church bell tower, we reminisced about childhood beating instruments (her mother: a blue avon hairbrush; mine: a yardstick that said “QUIRK” in blue ink - fitting, eh?)
Driving to work this morning the “aura” came on … no, not ghosts, silly, but the migraine aura, the likes of which I’ve never felt before. My skin began to crawl, I got odd chills and that familiar pain in my head, this time in an almost vertical line down my forehead. I’ve been keeping a small bag of dog food in my car for a homeless woman and her pup who beg underneath a bridge I pass every day on the way to work. She seems to alternate shifts with an angrier, drunken man and I haven’t seen her for awhile. Today she came to my car and I handed her the dog food.
“It’s food for your dog.”
“Oh. I thought it was for ME!”
I noticed her hands were covered with silver jewelry - some of it nice.
“Got any water?”
I handed her a bottle and she walked off.
When I got to work I dropped a bag of frozen bagels all over the floor in the kitchen and gave up trying to make some toast. Now I’m at my desk, so nauseous I’m afraid to move lest I puke in my wastebasket. My sweet coworker had left me a chocolate bunny as a gift, but she didn’t know that I’m scared of giant bunnies so I had to put it back on her desk facing the other way.
