it's a small world after all
let's take a trip back in time. four years ago to the day to be exact.
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remember that guy i made out with at the park on my lunch break until he told me he was married? well it's a itty bitty world because patrick and i went to a concert for our nephew at a little music school in melbourne and that same guy walked in with his wife and several children in tow. i know he saw me because i caught him looking at me several times without me actually having to look directly at him. we never made eye contact and he's probably not sure if i saw him. but yeah dude, i saw you. and your wife, who is MUCH prettier than me and seemed really nice. i'm sorry you got bored with her. it's a tiny freaking world.
i actually live in a bit of fear of running into guys (or girls for that matter) from my past. mercifully patrick has never wanted to know anything and i was able to start fresh and lay the past to rest when we met. i'd so much rather not relive it. but i did settle down in an area where it's entirely and highly possible for me to run into one of maybe a dozen different boyfriends/sex partners/love interests at any given time. spotting one at a tiny music recital 20 miles and four years away from the last time i saw him was half voyeuristic excitement and half pleasedon'ttalktome pleasedon'ttalktome.
still not back to work yet :( i'm two weeks and two doses into my humira treatments and i'm getting better finally. it's just such a slow recovery. i have an appointment on tuesday and i'm going to ask if i can be released to go back to work part time on november 3rd but my doctor (and my husband) have to approve me. patrick isn't convinced i'm strong enough and since he'll be at the appointment with me i might not win. the good news is i have been able to get things done around the house without needing a three-hour nap afterwards, although the following day i'm worn out. but seriously, i've been home for three months. seasons have changed. i'm no longer so sick i just want to lay in bed and stare out the window. after a battle with an infection right before i started the humira that saw me drop 13# in a week, i've stabilized at 194#. that's a loss of about 45lbs since may and i've been stable for long enough that it actually feels like i want to lose more. usually i get down this low and i feel bony and weak but this time i've been here long enough to get used to my body at this weight, and yeah, i can see where i'd like to get rid of more. but NOT because i can't eat anything, because i make healthier choices.
i continue to pickily look for a new job, but matching my pay and benefits is proving difficult. i might take less money for something sit-down with no nights or weekends, but i need a good health package. not many places are offering better than what i've got.
i also continue to be married to the most loving, protective, optimistic, and hilarious man a woman could ever have. he puts up with so much crap from me, and still acts like i'm the greatest thing ever in his life. we both never lose sight of how lucky we are.
just to remind myself so i never forget:
the chewy assholes opening for grandma's diarrhea
(calamari rings and pig assholes in a blind taste test)
survivor monkey balls
http://weedfairy.livejournal.com/296939.html
remember that guy i made out with at the park on my lunch break until he told me he was married? well it's a itty bitty world because patrick and i went to a concert for our nephew at a little music school in melbourne and that same guy walked in with his wife and several children in tow. i know he saw me because i caught him looking at me several times without me actually having to look directly at him. we never made eye contact and he's probably not sure if i saw him. but yeah dude, i saw you. and your wife, who is MUCH prettier than me and seemed really nice. i'm sorry you got bored with her. it's a tiny freaking world.
i actually live in a bit of fear of running into guys (or girls for that matter) from my past. mercifully patrick has never wanted to know anything and i was able to start fresh and lay the past to rest when we met. i'd so much rather not relive it. but i did settle down in an area where it's entirely and highly possible for me to run into one of maybe a dozen different boyfriends/sex partners/love interests at any given time. spotting one at a tiny music recital 20 miles and four years away from the last time i saw him was half voyeuristic excitement and half pleasedon'ttalktome pleasedon'ttalktome.
still not back to work yet :( i'm two weeks and two doses into my humira treatments and i'm getting better finally. it's just such a slow recovery. i have an appointment on tuesday and i'm going to ask if i can be released to go back to work part time on november 3rd but my doctor (and my husband) have to approve me. patrick isn't convinced i'm strong enough and since he'll be at the appointment with me i might not win. the good news is i have been able to get things done around the house without needing a three-hour nap afterwards, although the following day i'm worn out. but seriously, i've been home for three months. seasons have changed. i'm no longer so sick i just want to lay in bed and stare out the window. after a battle with an infection right before i started the humira that saw me drop 13# in a week, i've stabilized at 194#. that's a loss of about 45lbs since may and i've been stable for long enough that it actually feels like i want to lose more. usually i get down this low and i feel bony and weak but this time i've been here long enough to get used to my body at this weight, and yeah, i can see where i'd like to get rid of more. but NOT because i can't eat anything, because i make healthier choices.
i continue to pickily look for a new job, but matching my pay and benefits is proving difficult. i might take less money for something sit-down with no nights or weekends, but i need a good health package. not many places are offering better than what i've got.
i also continue to be married to the most loving, protective, optimistic, and hilarious man a woman could ever have. he puts up with so much crap from me, and still acts like i'm the greatest thing ever in his life. we both never lose sight of how lucky we are.
just to remind myself so i never forget:
the chewy assholes opening for grandma's diarrhea
(calamari rings and pig assholes in a blind taste test)
survivor monkey balls