I agreed to go to the market because I was feeling great and hadn’t been to this market in a while. Unlike food markets or clothing markets this one is strictly flowers. You can smell it, in a good way, before you even see it. Partially because it’s tucked down a little alleyway around a corner.
Nothing can bring sheer glee like a riot of colors and perfume from flowers. It’s intoxicating. And because it is so intoxicating, by the way why on earth are there no warnings about over consumption here, I felt a need to bring some of that loveliness back home with me.
That in, and of itself, isn’t a sign of intoxication. However when a person ends up with more flowers than she has arms for and is still looking for “just the last few”, clearly an intervention of sorts needs to be staged. Now. As in impromptu if you must, hold her wallet if you must, but do not let this woman near any more flowers. No matter how much she begs and pleads, no matter how lovely the flower is that she is currently point to. No my dear friends, do not give in. Drag her kicking and screaming if you must.
Needless to say I had two very full arms of flowers to be purchased, much to the amusement of my friend who had asked me to come along. She had only one, small, flowering plant easily held in her hand. And of course smelling and seeing all the flowers, well it can wear a girl out. Exhaustion can set in. And you still have to make it home with your flowers. Somehow.
My friend knows this about me so after I paid she took some of the intoxicating scents into her arms as we made our way slowly back home. We talked about where to plant which flower, what colors might go well together and so on. Of course upon arriving at my place I put the flowers down, provided them with a much-needed drink before I opted to collapse. Planting and such would have to wait. At least until Beloved made it home. He might have the energy.
You see I spent all my energy at the market and getting back. I always forget I have to come back. I always forget to pace myself, especially in places like that. It’s as if lovely flowers, wonderful smells and so on make me forget I have lupus. Or rather allow a pleasant diversion from it. And then of course it hits me that I’ve spent energy too quickly, all in one place etc. But it’s totally worth it. Because seeing those flowers, well how can I not be cheerful even on a bad lupus day?
How do you maintain normal and cheerfulness with your chronic illness?