since this transit strike started, i have had only like three hours of restful sleep. this is nothing new to those who keep up with my adventures but the kicker this time around is: no caffeine. bw-bw-bw-what?!?
yep. no loving cup of joe for the last 36 hours thanks to a mild attack of gout by my big toe. this morning it seems like the swelling is down and i may actually be able to ride through this storm but that is going to require some serious attention to my diet or, as i like to say, ima be eatin like an ecuadorian rabbit. (for the uninitiated- here is the rundown on gout)
i am currently self-medicating with cherry juice concentrate, b-complex & taking in more water than the titanic. i wish i had my cane with me since i am well past the point of machismo and am more interested in ‘feeling good than looking good’* but, alas, my canes (i have like four of em) are all in the snackbox and i am stuck up in the bronx thanks to the strike. while the proletariat in me would love to support the tovarishch on the picket line, i find little sympathy in my heart for folks who KNEW they were dealing with the hypocritical self-serving nepotistic entity known as the MTA. sleep with dogs, wake with fleas. or sumthin like dat.
lemme say that none of this is adding at all my yuletide cheer so i had to go and make myself happy by booking another trip to the west coast. cuz it could be raining fire & the sun could be gone* but as long as im with bella it doesnt feel so much like the end of the world as much as the start of sumthin much better
love ya like coquito loves crees.mas
*ding! the obscure pop culture reference bell