I'll show you the ropes, kid, show you the ropes.
All the pictures in my last post are fixed. My ftp server timed out when I was uploading them. Whoops.
On Monday, I started physical therapy for my back. It's going fairly well, although my appointment time is extremely inconvenient. I have to get up earlier than I do for a normal work day, yet I arrive for work one to two hours later than normal. Despite the fact that part of my therapy involves taking a nap, I end up being tired the whole day, and I have to stay late or come in early the next day to make up the hours.
Tom and Jill are moving to Seattle next week, so we had a bon voyage dinner for them on Thursday night. Since I was already downtown, that's where we met up. Work was crazy and I basically just ate a cup of yogurt the whole day, so by the time I got to Maggiano's, I was starving. I had to wait for everyone else to show up though, so I ordered a Gibson. By the time I finished that, Tom and Jill had showed up and Tom bought me a Lemon Drop Martini. The lesson I learned here is that pearl onions and lemons do not count as food and drinking on an empty stomach is bad. Of course, the wine I had with the meal didn't help either. We ordered a family-style dinner with five courses and it was all delicious as hell. After dinner, my parents drove Tom and Jill back to their apartment and we gave them some of the boxes from my last move. It was very sad to stand in their studio and realize that in a week, they'll be living across the country instead of an hour away. There was a lot of hugging and crying. Tom and Jill extended an open invitation to me to stay in their apartment any time I like, which just made me cry harder.
As you can imagine, I did not have a very good Friday. For one, I was hung over. For two, work was fucking insane. And for three, I had to see Dr. M. My session with him was depressing in a way. Although I did realize a lot of things about myself, like the fact that even though part of me wants to, I will probably never move out of this house. I need to be around other people or I get too depressed. Even my parents going away on vacation makes me all maudlin. I also realized that I will probably never get married or have a domestic partner or what have you. There's just nothing about me that's going to make some other human being attracted to me in a way that sticks. Additionally, I decided that even though I kind of want to have children, I probably shouldn’t because going off my meds for about a year would be bad news. Also, I will probably never have a close friend who lives in the same metropolitan area as me and isn't my mom. I have the best little sister I could ever imagine and she's been with me through thick and thin for 6 years though, and that's good enough for me. I talked about all of this with my mom this morning and it was a sad conversation, but I'm just kind of resigned to the fact that this is the way my life is going to be. I'm going to be a career girl who stays at home to care for her parents and that's that.
So, anyway, I'm addicted to the ESP Game and Phetch. I was playing them for hours last night until my left wrist started to go numb. Insanity.
I have my mid-year review on Monday. Wish me luck?
On Monday, I started physical therapy for my back. It's going fairly well, although my appointment time is extremely inconvenient. I have to get up earlier than I do for a normal work day, yet I arrive for work one to two hours later than normal. Despite the fact that part of my therapy involves taking a nap, I end up being tired the whole day, and I have to stay late or come in early the next day to make up the hours.
Tom and Jill are moving to Seattle next week, so we had a bon voyage dinner for them on Thursday night. Since I was already downtown, that's where we met up. Work was crazy and I basically just ate a cup of yogurt the whole day, so by the time I got to Maggiano's, I was starving. I had to wait for everyone else to show up though, so I ordered a Gibson. By the time I finished that, Tom and Jill had showed up and Tom bought me a Lemon Drop Martini. The lesson I learned here is that pearl onions and lemons do not count as food and drinking on an empty stomach is bad. Of course, the wine I had with the meal didn't help either. We ordered a family-style dinner with five courses and it was all delicious as hell. After dinner, my parents drove Tom and Jill back to their apartment and we gave them some of the boxes from my last move. It was very sad to stand in their studio and realize that in a week, they'll be living across the country instead of an hour away. There was a lot of hugging and crying. Tom and Jill extended an open invitation to me to stay in their apartment any time I like, which just made me cry harder.
As you can imagine, I did not have a very good Friday. For one, I was hung over. For two, work was fucking insane. And for three, I had to see Dr. M. My session with him was depressing in a way. Although I did realize a lot of things about myself, like the fact that even though part of me wants to, I will probably never move out of this house. I need to be around other people or I get too depressed. Even my parents going away on vacation makes me all maudlin. I also realized that I will probably never get married or have a domestic partner or what have you. There's just nothing about me that's going to make some other human being attracted to me in a way that sticks. Additionally, I decided that even though I kind of want to have children, I probably shouldn’t because going off my meds for about a year would be bad news. Also, I will probably never have a close friend who lives in the same metropolitan area as me and isn't my mom. I have the best little sister I could ever imagine and she's been with me through thick and thin for 6 years though, and that's good enough for me. I talked about all of this with my mom this morning and it was a sad conversation, but I'm just kind of resigned to the fact that this is the way my life is going to be. I'm going to be a career girl who stays at home to care for her parents and that's that.
So, anyway, I'm addicted to the ESP Game and Phetch. I was playing them for hours last night until my left wrist started to go numb. Insanity.
I have my mid-year review on Monday. Wish me luck?