Yep, so, I was worried about how this Christmas was going to be. I was worried I would be lonely? I was not lonely. I was worried I would be sad? Yes, I was sad, but more importantly —
— I got my period!
It’s the most on-brand gift for me, honestly, I think.
I was sleeping on a blow-up air mattress on the floor of my mother’s craft room on Christmas Eve when I woke up at 5:30am on the Actual Christmas Day. Only, instead of the excited child I used to be, it wasn’t because I was excited to open presents. It was because my lower abdomen had seized up into terrible cramps and blood, blood everywhere.
So instead of spending Christmas all “woe-is-me” about the terrible year of loss I’ve had ——
—— I spent it under a heating pad all “woe-is-me” about the gut-twisting pain that was so intense, I was too weak to move and afraid I’d vomit if I rose from the chair.
Oh, before that, though, we had good times.
My parents and I had dinner (a dinner of APPETIZERS!) at the kickass oyster bar down the street from the bus station:
Then, on Christmas Eve, my mom and I met an old friend from high school at the Roberson Mansion to see their annual Christmas tree display. Which we do every year! Can’t miss it!
Even though, already, I was starting to feel those cramps come on.
And we drove around looking at Christmas lights. This video is from the night I got into town, and depicts my mother, my father, and I singing along to the B-side of Abbey Road because we had to keep driving until the album finished, it’s like, a law.
So, I hope y’all had an interesting Christmas, or at least, a pleasant one. Let me know if you got any great gifts. Or if you got your period too. Festive synching cycles, Ho ho ho!!!