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The weekend was the best for a long time! Afterwards I felt happy, loved and in love.
I spent the past week at M's. On Friday, my sister came there and we left for M's childhood home at the countryside beside a river with a bunch of his (or dare I say now already: our?) friends. We drank, ate, barbequed, trampoline-jumped (Only 10 minutes got all my muscles aching!! My body's such a mess! [I need a trampoline!] ), bathed in a good old-fashioned sauna, swam in the river (alright, "swimming" might not be the right word in that coldish water, but at least I went in there!) and just had a good time. On Saturday, we also went to a local bar to see the legendary Dingo (or at least two of its original members and some other guys), which I'd been waiting for since I was, like, five years old. I really enjoyed it, even though the others weren't as thrilled.;) Now I have too many photos of the singers, but some nice ones of us, too.
All the men seemed to have some sort of a crush on my sister.:D It was great she was there too and got on so well with everyone. The boys adopted her as a female agent (fagent...) for them to spy information of us girls. Or smthg like that... Impossible to understand. Suspiciously, now I think she was shared some information even I don't know anything about... Hmm...;)
After me and M got home on Sunday, at night we watched a horror film called "The Descent". It was about a group of women in small, dark, horrifying caves, and it reminded me a lot of a book I read some time ago about an underground civilisation. The film was good and really oppressive. Phew! The atmosphere has followed me in my head ever since, but - strangely - in a weirdly good way.
Health: My joints have been becoming sorer and more sore (dunno the right form...;) ). A couple of, literally, ill-slept nights for the pain already. This has usually meant a worse infection in my intestines. Still, I lowered the cortisone dose from 30 to 25 mgs yesterday and now have the familiar withdrawal symptoms again. Today gave some blood tests, and in a week, I'll have the doctor's appointment again. That'll probably be the same old, same old again, but who knows, maybe I'll get sicker and get to go to the surgery quicker. Hehe, a sick mind in a sick body.;)
Also, I am very, very worried about both my sister and
Pauliinan who both have scary and worrying death-thoughts. :(
Edit: Don't ask me about the "span" thing up there... I can't remove it.;)
I spent the past week at M's. On Friday, my sister came there and we left for M's childhood home at the countryside beside a river with a bunch of his (or dare I say now already: our?) friends. We drank, ate, barbequed, trampoline-jumped (Only 10 minutes got all my muscles aching!! My body's such a mess! [I need a trampoline!] ), bathed in a good old-fashioned sauna, swam in the river (alright, "swimming" might not be the right word in that coldish water, but at least I went in there!) and just had a good time. On Saturday, we also went to a local bar to see the legendary Dingo (or at least two of its original members and some other guys), which I'd been waiting for since I was, like, five years old. I really enjoyed it, even though the others weren't as thrilled.;) Now I have too many photos of the singers, but some nice ones of us, too.
All the men seemed to have some sort of a crush on my sister.:D It was great she was there too and got on so well with everyone. The boys adopted her as a female agent (fagent...) for them to spy information of us girls. Or smthg like that... Impossible to understand. Suspiciously, now I think she was shared some information even I don't know anything about... Hmm...;)
After me and M got home on Sunday, at night we watched a horror film called "The Descent". It was about a group of women in small, dark, horrifying caves, and it reminded me a lot of a book I read some time ago about an underground civilisation. The film was good and really oppressive. Phew! The atmosphere has followed me in my head ever since, but - strangely - in a weirdly good way.
Health: My joints have been becoming sorer and more sore (dunno the right form...;) ). A couple of, literally, ill-slept nights for the pain already. This has usually meant a worse infection in my intestines. Still, I lowered the cortisone dose from 30 to 25 mgs yesterday and now have the familiar withdrawal symptoms again. Today gave some blood tests, and in a week, I'll have the doctor's appointment again. That'll probably be the same old, same old again, but who knows, maybe I'll get sicker and get to go to the surgery quicker. Hehe, a sick mind in a sick body.;)
Also, I am very, very worried about both my sister and
Pauliinan who both have scary and worrying death-thoughts. :(
Edit: Don't ask me about the "span" thing up there... I can't remove it.;)