By Beauty Damned

Tequila!

It's here! Cinco De Mayonesa!

Tonight, we celebrate.

I got up early this morning to go to my chiropractor. Just as I was getting ready to turn off NY1 and head out the door, I heard this, "a small grenade exploded outside of the British Consulate in Midtown early this morning, causing a few blocks to be closed off."

Those closed blocks included the one housing the subway stop that I get off at to go to the chiro. I immediately picked up the phone and switched my appointment to the afternoon.

I felt terrible postponing my appointment, only because I've had the craziest difficulties getting to my chiropractor in the last couple months, so much that I actually stopped making appointments at all for a few weeks because I literally had a nervous breakdown about the obstacles that I seemed to face every single time I got up early to visit Dr. C. No joke, every time I tried to go there were train delays that made me either incredibly late or prevented me from getting there altogether. The last time this happened I called Dr. C from a payphone at the Pacific St. stop in Brooklyn and broke down in tears. I'd already been apprehensive when I'd set out that morning, fearing any kind of delay because of what had been happening lately. Lo and behold, as soon as I got to my first transfer, there were signs of delays. It took me 45 minutes to get as far as I would normally get in 15 minutes. I called Dr. C. and told her I was so sorry to call at the last minute again with some lame sounding excuse about the trains, but I was really serious when I said (and still believe) that something in this universe doesn't want me to make it to my appointments. I know it sounds so phony, but trust me, though I may be a little late sometimes, never as chronically and severely as what was happening every time I tried to make my chiropractic appointments. That morning in the train station I had a total meltdown. Dealing with late trains and stress over being late is something that I am not very good at dealing with. I get severe anxiety when I'm being seriously delayed and when it happens repeatedly over a short period of time, the stress chips away at me until I have a meltdown. Dr. C assured me it was all going to be okay and that she didn't hate me and she wouldn't refuse to see me as a result of my recent troubles.

After that I stopped trying for awhile. The anxiety of getting up early and facing the NYC subway system was not worth it. But yesterday I finally called and made another appointment, as my back and neck have been excruciating lately. So I got up on time this morning, had coffee, jumped in the shower, turned on the news, and felt a pang of anxiety as I saw the report about the grenade that went off at the British Consulate. I knew the trains would be delayed and I would probably have to get off at a different stop and walk several blocks to get to the appointment. I dreaded the prospect of delays. I dreaded the knot that was winding up in the pit of my stomach already. So I called and changed my appointment. This way I can just walk there during my lunch break and I know I'll be on time.

I can't wait to give Dr. C a big hug and thank her for being so patient with me. I miss her, I miss my treatments and I miss my peace of mind!

Tonight I'd like to get together with friends and pop open a bottle of Tequila. Not a big bottle. Kathleen, Charles, Kimberly and I went to El Cantinero yesterday to have a early Cinco De Mayo dinner with a pitcher of sangria. It was a really good time, so we don't have to go overboard tonight. Maybe I'll whip up some tacos. I hope my friends feel like celebrating!

Viva La Mexicana!

Posted by Maria at May 5, 2005 08:29 AM | TrackBack