My shit sundae started a bit like this: I was having a relative handle on my unpredictable hormone level and for the most part with the help of coffee, I felt and acted normal. After work, however, I hear through the grapevine that yet another one of my exes is getting married. To a gal he started dating directly after me. No, don't worry, you haven't stumbled into the script of a shitty romantic comedy. In my mind I've always taken this tidbit as comedy (I'm a lucky charm!) but I'm not quite sure why this latest news has me feeling all goopy in my middle bits. To further the point, it also makes me feel a bit, well, dejected and tainted. Despite what my brain says, some part of me still wants to throw a little tantrum and scream to the Heavens, "WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!" When in all reality I'm right where -- and with (family) -- I'm supposed to be.
Now, this next bit of anxiety can't be emotionally healed with the tiniest paragraph. I fear I would be concerned (rightly so) whether raging bitch baby hormones were coursing through my body or not.
New Year's Eve I feel pretty hard and fucked up my knee again. While at this point I'm quite at ease with OH MY GOD HOLY FUCK MY KNEE sort of occurrences, the swelling hasn't quite gone down and as my rehabilitation trainer pointed out today... it's unstable and I should see my doctor soon. When your worries are confirmed by someone with 15 years worth of experience with post surgery aid... It's like the shit encrusted cherry on top of my sundae.
Good news? That same trainer introduced me to a punching bag. Part of me died and went to heaven.
There you are! I've been wondering where you'd gone off to. Sorry to hear about the knee. I hope you get to the Dr soon, though. You don't want to ignore it. And finding out an ex has found happiness? Been there, done that.
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Aww thank you for the kind words. I've got an appointment so we'll see how that goes. Tumblr (the gif mecca) is the best, ain't it?
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