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Wow... so I've been crazy busy and pretty damn sick for a really long time.
So... lets see... i graduated, yes, that's right, i now have a masters degree, pretty cool if i do say so myself. that was with no help from my cooperating teacher who by all measures really disliked me, but after writing draft #5 of my thesis, my advisor admitted to having nothing else she could possibly change about it, and after running through my powerpoint presentation in front of three different test audiences and tweaking it after all their feedback, both the paper and the presentation came out a high A, the CT still hated me, and i got my degree anyway. so yeah, that was cool.
and then there's the small matter of being sick. You see, i started being sick in... March methinks. i know the last 3 weeks of student teaching i was sick with what they diagnosed as bronchitis, followed by what they said was food poisoning, followed by a fever that started weeks ago. After ten days of said fever, i yelled real loud, claimed to have had enough, and drove myself to a "real" doctor at the hospital in richmond, and begged him to figure me out. Turns out i have a whopping case of mono, probably have had it for the past two months (which kind of makes me giggle because if i can finish a masters thesis while sick as a dog, im friggin invincible). anyways, he told me i was going to feel really yucky for a really long time but that i would eventually get better. then he started poking my tummy, and yeah, he poked wrong and i totally cried, right there on the table. and he said "hmm... that's not good". turns out that was my spleen which is very large and very pissed off at the moment. so i just finished round three of bloodwork and an abdominal untrasound that showed that my liver is also very angry at me. the enzymes are crazy at the moment and the ultrasound showed liver damage that may or may not be reversable. So at its worst, it hurt to breathe. Right now, it is day 17 of having a fever of 102 degrees. i am still in richmond after demands from my parents that they keep an eye on me, and at the time i was too tired to fight them. i am, i think, getting a little better.
okay, so there's the news that everyone that has seen me knows.
and yeah, im still madly in love with a totally amazing woman. She is everything i could have hoped for, everything i have always hoped for. i am happy, truly happy, and i dont know if ive ever communicated with anyone like i do with her, and we are getting to that telepathic level where it's scary how well we know each other. I have just finished moving into her apartment, and dealing with my parents on that one. they know that im moving in with her and they know that SHE is gay, but that's as far as i've been willing to go with that. that's been enough fight for one round. anyways, she is bringing out things in me that i havent seen in a long time and also things i never knew i had in me, and all in all, it's been beautiful. her neighbor stepped outside his apartment the other day (the walls are really thin, so we tend to hear each other's TV's, fights, and love affairs), and he said "wow, i havent heard that much laughing and giggling coming from that place in a long time", and she just beamed at him and said "yeah, it's great, isnt it?" I'm a happy camper.
and i have an amazing dog. those of you that wouldnt understand, skip this part, but i know at least scott and riss will get it. So im sitting in the big arm chair at my parents' house, hating it so much that im there at all, finished the book i was reading. so im sitting there, and my fever is spiking again and my head is exploding and im shaking and freezing and it hurts to breathe and im just feeling so sorry for myself, that i take three advil and lay my head back in the chair and just cry. well my little bella comes into the room and puts her paws up on the edge of the chair and licks my tears and she's so little that she can hardly reach and she's kind of half jumping half scooting to reach me which of course makes me laugh in spite of myself. so i invite her into my lap, she curls up on top of me, and with my head back against the chair she spends, i kid you not, a half hour washing both my hands, inside and out, all ten fingers, tender as can be. doesnt stop until im sound asleep. sometimes i dont think any human could measure up to this dog of mine.
and then robbin came to visit today. and the three of us curled up together, and i thought "okay, maybe it's a tie"
So... lets see... i graduated, yes, that's right, i now have a masters degree, pretty cool if i do say so myself. that was with no help from my cooperating teacher who by all measures really disliked me, but after writing draft #5 of my thesis, my advisor admitted to having nothing else she could possibly change about it, and after running through my powerpoint presentation in front of three different test audiences and tweaking it after all their feedback, both the paper and the presentation came out a high A, the CT still hated me, and i got my degree anyway. so yeah, that was cool.
and then there's the small matter of being sick. You see, i started being sick in... March methinks. i know the last 3 weeks of student teaching i was sick with what they diagnosed as bronchitis, followed by what they said was food poisoning, followed by a fever that started weeks ago. After ten days of said fever, i yelled real loud, claimed to have had enough, and drove myself to a "real" doctor at the hospital in richmond, and begged him to figure me out. Turns out i have a whopping case of mono, probably have had it for the past two months (which kind of makes me giggle because if i can finish a masters thesis while sick as a dog, im friggin invincible). anyways, he told me i was going to feel really yucky for a really long time but that i would eventually get better. then he started poking my tummy, and yeah, he poked wrong and i totally cried, right there on the table. and he said "hmm... that's not good". turns out that was my spleen which is very large and very pissed off at the moment. so i just finished round three of bloodwork and an abdominal untrasound that showed that my liver is also very angry at me. the enzymes are crazy at the moment and the ultrasound showed liver damage that may or may not be reversable. So at its worst, it hurt to breathe. Right now, it is day 17 of having a fever of 102 degrees. i am still in richmond after demands from my parents that they keep an eye on me, and at the time i was too tired to fight them. i am, i think, getting a little better.
okay, so there's the news that everyone that has seen me knows.
and yeah, im still madly in love with a totally amazing woman. She is everything i could have hoped for, everything i have always hoped for. i am happy, truly happy, and i dont know if ive ever communicated with anyone like i do with her, and we are getting to that telepathic level where it's scary how well we know each other. I have just finished moving into her apartment, and dealing with my parents on that one. they know that im moving in with her and they know that SHE is gay, but that's as far as i've been willing to go with that. that's been enough fight for one round. anyways, she is bringing out things in me that i havent seen in a long time and also things i never knew i had in me, and all in all, it's been beautiful. her neighbor stepped outside his apartment the other day (the walls are really thin, so we tend to hear each other's TV's, fights, and love affairs), and he said "wow, i havent heard that much laughing and giggling coming from that place in a long time", and she just beamed at him and said "yeah, it's great, isnt it?" I'm a happy camper.
and i have an amazing dog. those of you that wouldnt understand, skip this part, but i know at least scott and riss will get it. So im sitting in the big arm chair at my parents' house, hating it so much that im there at all, finished the book i was reading. so im sitting there, and my fever is spiking again and my head is exploding and im shaking and freezing and it hurts to breathe and im just feeling so sorry for myself, that i take three advil and lay my head back in the chair and just cry. well my little bella comes into the room and puts her paws up on the edge of the chair and licks my tears and she's so little that she can hardly reach and she's kind of half jumping half scooting to reach me which of course makes me laugh in spite of myself. so i invite her into my lap, she curls up on top of me, and with my head back against the chair she spends, i kid you not, a half hour washing both my hands, inside and out, all ten fingers, tender as can be. doesnt stop until im sound asleep. sometimes i dont think any human could measure up to this dog of mine.
and then robbin came to visit today. and the three of us curled up together, and i thought "okay, maybe it's a tie"