Looking out the window while sitting on an exercise bike at the end of our (migraine) floor, I was kind of sad again. Part filled with excitement (excitement? maybe not -quite- the word) and a lot of fear at all the little things I have to do when I get out. At times it can seem insurmountable. And the question I have is, am I just going to be back where I started when I get out? Is the parasite issue (or whatever it may be now) still going to 'haunt me?' That (also) has to be fully cleared up for me to get 'anywhere' really. these thoughts are kind of moot. and dont really help or hamper anything (well, can hamper, by over thinking)
At any rate (I need better transitionary (transitionary?) phrases), I did want to/was planning to write, but by the time I actually attempted to.. well, lets just say I got a (much hoped for) dose of medicine (read: Norflex) and all my enthused cells (the ones 'for' writing) (wow, way too many parenthesis. it's like my abilities to second (And third?) guess myself get multiplied into the trillions when I have a big dose of norflex (mixed in with a little sadness, perhaps) ) <-- this kind of obnoxious nesting should ONLY happen in obnoxious computer code! -_-. yuck. why do i have to think of that at a time like this.
Ok. so I will post tomorrow. maybe just after I get 'discharged.' I wanted to say something on the subject of moms... among other things.
The first Harry Potter is just ending on TV. aw. Daniel Radcliffe and the others were so cute then. and they couldn't act, but whatever. you (I , we) enjoyed it because it was HArry Potter.
Ok. yuck. computer. too much time on a computer. kind of to bed I guess.
my body definitely doesnt want any more graham crackers (the kitchen is always stocked with those and saltines. and fruit at night. but im WAY at the other end of the hall and am not getting up to get it.
enough of me rambling.
til tomorrow
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