purplesmile's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time Goes By... I just archived 16 months worth of entries. For the first time (I think) in diary history, there were months with no links. In some way, it makes me sad, because I have nothing, no words, no works, to recount June, July, and August of 2006. I think I was mostly happy this time last year. At least, I hope. I'm not entirely sure, because I know T and I were broken up, and C and I were seriously dating. I'll choose to remember it that way, that I was happy. I had my gallbladder out two weeks ago. I went through two weeks prior to that full of pain, vomiting, and the medical mystery hunt to figure out what the problem was. Nothing like having a CT scan show pancreas and liver failure to diagnose gallbladder disease. Whatever. It's gone now, and even though I hurt, at least the incessant vomiting has stopped. That was the worst part. The best part was that the surgeon went ahead and removed what little endo he could see, since he was in there and all. Mostly I'm just still tired. All the time. I really missed my friends during that time. I have very few friends who are local anymore. I've come to rely heavily on the long-distance friendships from my youth. Luckily, Carolyn fills a need for companionship I never found with T. T and I had fun, and great sex, but little else. I didn't need much more than that. I got friendship from other people, from drinking, from going out all the time. God, that was a fun time in my life. I think I'm having less fun now, but it feels more complete. I have hit a point where I sincerely choose to stay in and watch a movie and play games, instead of going to a bar. I'm eager for vacation, long days on a boat, reading, looking out over the water, lazily floating. I've changed. I think I'm more boring now. I listen to NPR, go to work and to the gym. I have as many medical problems as ever (who the hell is allergic to hypoallergenic steristrips, but me?). I play with my iPod more than I should. I watch more TV than I ever have in my life. I invent meals in the kitchen, as well as desserts all the time. I've learned to grill. Well. I clean the bathroom, and always need to clean my bedroom because I'm so damned messy all the time. C and I get home from word and just collapse into each other. I think about what I'll made for dinner before I've eaten lunch. I make to-do lists every morning at work. I actually check things off as I go. I'm getting. Old. And, I think that's ok. 6:43 p.m. - July 15, 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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