First endo appointment, tommorow and I quit smoking!
I got a letter in the mail today from the endocrinology clinic at the hospital in Halifax that I've been on a waiting list for. My appointment is on November 27th at 11am. I can not believe it. I can not believe it. I've been waiting to see a doctor who understands what I've been trying to tell everyone for so long. It's going to be amazing. This is incredibly surreal. I was expecting to wait up to a year before I got an appointment booked, now it's less than two months 'til I see the doctor! All I have to do now is get some blood work done and wait as patiently as possible. I'm going to be so much more.. me! I think I'm going to explode, no joke. : )!!!!
Tomorrow will mark one year since the day my brother, my friend, one of many loves of my life left his body. It's going to be a long, powerful one. I hope I'll never forget it. I've been seeing him here and there lately. He spoke to me a couple of weeks ago, reminded me how his voice sounds. I was so damn greatuful. I'll never forget him, hopefully he says the same about me. It's hard to believe it's been a whole year. When I sit and think about him it still feels like that first night when I swear my soul was being torn into pieces. I got that same feeling when I realized it would be a year since soon enough. I still wish the whole world could have stopped to wait for him to catch up. Everything just kept moving. No one waited; nothing waited for him. Now it's a year later and I seem to be the only one who still stops my entire existence to recognize the life and more of a man unlike any other being I'll meet. I wouldn't be who I am today without him and I certainly wouldn't have an endo appointment booked at my age. I owe a whole lot of myself to him and for that I'll love him completely until the very end.
I might as well mention now, while I'm at this, that I quit smoking a month ago-ish. It's been four weeks and one day or a month tommorow (I quit on September 2nd, but it's been over four weeks). I've never made it anywhere near this long before, and I've tried to quit a shitload of times. I think it's the combination of help I've been getting from Juanita and Stradley daily. My beautiful wife, Juan quit with me and has been incredibly helpful. Strad and I tried to quit a bajillion times together last year, but we just weren't ready so he's been helping me through now that I am. A big part of my reasoning to quit was chest surgury and testosterone, and now that I have an endo appointment booked it makes it a lot easier to use that to keep me from smoking, too.
Check this out; I found out about my endo appointment the day before Strad's day tommorow, and it's booked for the day after Juanita and my one year anniversary. I've decided to believe that this means something and I'm eternally greatful for these gifts I've been given.
Love,
Clohë
Tomorrow will mark one year since the day my brother, my friend, one of many loves of my life left his body. It's going to be a long, powerful one. I hope I'll never forget it. I've been seeing him here and there lately. He spoke to me a couple of weeks ago, reminded me how his voice sounds. I was so damn greatuful. I'll never forget him, hopefully he says the same about me. It's hard to believe it's been a whole year. When I sit and think about him it still feels like that first night when I swear my soul was being torn into pieces. I got that same feeling when I realized it would be a year since soon enough. I still wish the whole world could have stopped to wait for him to catch up. Everything just kept moving. No one waited; nothing waited for him. Now it's a year later and I seem to be the only one who still stops my entire existence to recognize the life and more of a man unlike any other being I'll meet. I wouldn't be who I am today without him and I certainly wouldn't have an endo appointment booked at my age. I owe a whole lot of myself to him and for that I'll love him completely until the very end.
I might as well mention now, while I'm at this, that I quit smoking a month ago-ish. It's been four weeks and one day or a month tommorow (I quit on September 2nd, but it's been over four weeks). I've never made it anywhere near this long before, and I've tried to quit a shitload of times. I think it's the combination of help I've been getting from Juanita and Stradley daily. My beautiful wife, Juan quit with me and has been incredibly helpful. Strad and I tried to quit a bajillion times together last year, but we just weren't ready so he's been helping me through now that I am. A big part of my reasoning to quit was chest surgury and testosterone, and now that I have an endo appointment booked it makes it a lot easier to use that to keep me from smoking, too.
Check this out; I found out about my endo appointment the day before Strad's day tommorow, and it's booked for the day after Juanita and my one year anniversary. I've decided to believe that this means something and I'm eternally greatful for these gifts I've been given.
Love,
Clohë