FOR EXAMPLE. I had my trip to Mexico and was nauseous at least once every day. I confined myself to the air conditioned room for one evening because I felt so sick. I couldn't drink, I couldn't get drunk and I didn't get to do any of the crazy things that I wanted to. I wanted to have some fun experiences, and I didn't get any of that. And while the trip was still beyond worthwhile, my body does shit like that and it prevents me from doing the things I want. Then on the day we left I had a sore throat, which I credited to screaming so much at Coco Bongo the night before. But just kidding, I stepped off the plane and my head practically exploded and I basically had every cold symptom by the time I got home from the airport. Then I was sick the entire weekend. I just don't understand it. I know I sound like a whiner, but its honestly becomes so physically and emotionally draining.
There are people with way worse. Alex has two kidney infections, for Gods' sake. I know that I should be thankful for things that are minor in comparison, but right now I feel like I need to have a pity party for myself.
Keddy and I are hanging out at my house and having pizza and watching a movie. I took the initiative to ask, plan and follow through too. So when shit goes down about how we haven't been keeping up with the big talk we had, at least I can honestly say I tried.
I love my life, but seriously? My life is cranky right now.
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