Finally at home! I'm so wide awake right now though. Sigh. I'm not sure why. One would think after 9 hours at work and 3 hours of class and 2 hours of homework, I would be tired. But, sadly I am not. Instead my mind is racing even after a nice cool down beer to relax me. I guess alcohol just doesn't do what it used to, which is put me to sleep. I am thinking about all that I need to accomplish between now and this weekend. Of course, it is the big V day so Mike has planned a very fun weekend. I am excited to be going to a hotel with a television in the bathroom mirror. I mean who wouldn't be?! It's like the culmination of all things American; being able to sit on the pisser and watch the news on a flat screen imbeded into the mirror. Brings tears to the eyes, tears of how cool is that. Even better, for an extra 20 bucks, we get breakfast. Fancy hotel, breakfast, and cheap b/c we're in a recession and no one wants to go (plus it's a business hotel and we know no one is doing that these days). What could be better?
I'm still very worried about my tummy issue though. It is sort of putting a damper on everything right now. I have a doc appt on March 4th, but I may take a day off of work and move it up a bit. We'll see how things go. If it gets worse or if it gets better. My biggest fear, and I do tend to be anxious, it's a personality flaw (a big one), is that it's something really bad. We just lost two people to cancer so I'm sort of freaking out. I'm only 25 and I believe I have found the person I want to marry so I'm even more anxious about what is going on. Not only does this now affect me, but it also affects Mike too. I think that is the hardest part of the whole issue. I can't leave him all alone. I don't want to and I certaintly don't plan on it. But my plans and God's plans might be two different things. Hopefully not. I hope we're on the same page. I guess it's take things as they are and do what we can with what we have. Sappy, I know...
On to happier thoughts now.
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