blergh?
sooooooooooo…
pain tonight= lotses. lots and lots and lots. I keep trying to shift positions so that I don’t hurt and then … more pain. yay.
friend who is my… erm… person for physical intimacy? WHo is usually out of town as he moved across the state and he only comes home for holidays? Is busy for the rest of his stay, and I’m not able to see him tonight, which is when he was available.
not so blergh:
My endocrinologist is putting me on the BC pill that lets you have fewer periods. YOU GUYS. My first appointment with her describing what my life is like. And she agrees to put me on this. My Gyno? Blew me off when I requested it a couple years ago. What the what? :D :D :D I’ve seriously wanted to be on this since I first heard about it online when I was in high school…
I’ll be able to wax my beard which has been bothering me lately. I have some hormonal issues? Thus the Endocinologist? and I was not shaving or waxing or anything for the past week and a half (for stache) to a month (beard) because of this appointment. (I was actually going to wax when I did my stache then I remembered the appointment.)
I got my birth certificate re-issuance (I lost mine because of messiness of homelessness) in the mail! Which means I can get stuff together for more housing opportunities!
Not so chipper:
I just realized my new years plans are sitting alone at my sister’s house without internet. UM.
Background:
My sister is working as a sort of PA for a family friend with Bipolor and PTSD. She cooks, cleans, shops, and basically makes sure his survival needs are met.
Well he’s always wanted to drive to florida, but every time he’s tried by himself he hits a down swing and has to come back for fear if he stuck it out, he’d be trapped down there by himself when he’s at his lowest points. His low points last anywhere from 3 to 6 months, and he won’t leave his room for the vast majority of them, even to use the bathroom.
So my sister is going to Florida with her boss and my niece. I was invited too but said Endocrinologist appointment meant I couldn’t go. They left Tuesday morning early. My niece was excited about the possiblity of seeing alligators. Last I talked to my sister- a couple of hours ago- she was in a hotel room in Georgia, about 30 miles from Savannah Georgia. (I guess I “missed a bullet” there, the Savannah in Savannah jokes would never end if I’d have gone… )
