Last night I slept for eleven hours. It’s amazing what a good long sleep does for your outlook on life in general.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt like myself. For one thing, I don’t want to write every day, even on days when there’s nothing of any consequence to write about. Oh, hell, who am I kidding, that’s always been the norm here. Now that I have something mildly interesting to talk about, I don’t feel like talking about it at all. Apparently these days I prefer to sit down and stare off in to space with an empty head. I suspect W is completely exasperated with me, because no matter how hard he tries I can always find a reason to be negative and bitchy. I’m not so fond of this different me. No doubt he isn’t either.
When I’m at work and some annoying person starts complaining about a random inconsequential minor stupid bit of nonsense (they’re all like that lately) I really would like to tell them to just please shut the F up. I don’t care. I’m sick.
My CT scan was done on the seventh of July, and now I have an appointment booked for August 11th at the University Hospital with an excellent doctor.
Professor of Surgery
Divisional Director and Zone Section Head
Otolaryngology – Head and Neck Surgery
Does that not all sound excellent? I’m sure I’m in excellent hands. I should be feeling totally excellent. Except that the ‘oncology’ word scares the living shit out of me. He is also a plastic surgeon, so if half of my head has to be removed I’m sure he can build me something interesting to take its place.
The holiday that we’ve booked for two weeks with family in Ontario can go ahead as planned, leaving on the 26th of July and flying back on August 9th. I have hours in the day when I completely forget about all of this. What’s the point in worrying and imagining and dwelling on it, really. I thought when I got to Day 16 of Jazzy and her happiness project and my life took this funny turn that I would have to put a hold on all her blather about happiness. At least this different me realizes what a huge mistake that would have been. I’ve had a couple of dark days but look, here I am. I survived them. I think life likes to hand you bad things you think you won’t be able to handle just to show you how strong you can be and that you can.
So until the middle of August, life is good. We’ll have a fun holiday, a time to remember. And perhaps after the middle of August life will still be good. Maybe it will just keep on getting better and better. One way or another, life does go on.
See how weird this different me insists on being? Seriously, stop it. Okay. I’m done. Me too.
There’s not much more I can say on this topic anyway, since I didn’t ask any questions in the interests of ignorance being bliss.
Okay! Has this bloggers block been broken? Different me hopes it has.