The Day After Hell

There's something about a rainy day. A timeless, mystical feel. You can sleep in all day. The sound of the rain on the roof, lulling you to rest, more so than sleeping pill. I had a good day yesterday, after a week of hell. Delivered a bike to a customer and he was quite pleased and it felt so good. Came home and watched a couple of movies, one of my old favorites was on. "The Thing" with Kurt Russell.
Last night was the first time in over a week that my head had not been pounding from a migraine.
And I am smiling and feeling positive and at peace. Without the aid of Zanax.

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I think I'm gonna let the Zoey Dog out and see if the creek behind the house is filling up. Gonna stand in front of the picture window in the shop and soak in the view of the gorgeous woods behind the shop. I get off on things like that. Peace, quiet, natural beauty, the sounds of life. Its what I live for. What makes life worth all the hassles we go through in our daily lives. Hopefully it will stop raining later today and I can sneak in an hour or two of kayaking as it will be pretty cool with the water so high from the rain.

I don't like Hell. I don't want to go back there.

Hell

Living in hell doesn;t leave much time for blogging. And hell is where I have been. Oh sure there's been nice days, where the sun tries to break thru, but alas it doesn't last and the dark cloud covers my world.
But my dark cloud has a name. I wonlt share it here but I will say he is a bully. Bullies are everywhere. They could be your spouse, a family member, a nasty neighbor, a co worker, a boss or in case, client or customer.
To make matters worse, he is a bi polar bully. he made my life hell on and off since mid Nov. It got so bad, I could not longer even look at his emails or answer his calls. PB had to take over any contact with him.
I cannot count the pounding, nausiating migrains this sicko has caused me. The hour long phone calls over ridiculous things. The fights it caused me with PB. PB says i have not been myself for the past 2 months. That I have become this negative dark creature.
But yesterday I sent off the whacko's project. But not without another migraine. After dropping off the packages at UPS at 6:30 pm, I puked next to my truck. It was that bad. The migraine was at a mindpounding peak. PB and I then drove to KFC, got some food to go, then we went home and I popped 2 Zanax and knocked myself out. PB was acting very cold and distant, not like him at all. I wondered how the hell this bully had totally taken over my life.
Like a vampire I had allowed him to suck all the good out of my life.
But I pray he just leaves me alone.

In fact I do not want to waste another moment even thinking about it.