Less Hysteria, More Ramblings

Okay, so I might have been a tad emotional and overly dramatic in my last post. However, after I finished writing it and everything, I felt better. Yes, I do have many uphill battles to face regarding my health and what goes on, but I can do it. I know I can. I’ve started upping my exercise routines, even though it kills my foot a bit. I’m looking to invest in this topical cream that supposedly helps tendonitis, but I have to drive way the hell out in the boonies of the city to buy some, so I‘ll do that tomorrow. I’m still eating relatively well, although I have days where I want to pig out and eat everything. It is a hard thing to deal with, but all I can do is try, despite what Yoda says. I never liked that little green bastard anyways.

The Lap Band surgery crap is going slooooooow. I had a major go round with the clinic and the gastroenterologist’s answering service, because no one could (or would) give me the right number to call for an appointment. I finally got that straightened out, and am seeing him on the 25th of this month. Hopefully they won’t want to do any weird invasive procedures and just tell me what I’ve always suspected: if I don’t eat regularly and in a healthy manner, then I’m going to do the explosive butt dance (yeah, TMI, I know) a lot. My husband thinks it’s hilarious, and in his words: “It’s like you shit helium” because I go a lot and I never seem to lose any weight or shrink in any visible manner. Thank you husband, for being so awesome about my butt problems.

My prior blog post was also written when I was really feeling the homesickness pretty badly. I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss California. If our trip in June happens like we’re planning, then that means it will be exactly a year and a half since I’ve been home. That is too long for someone who grew up in a close knit family. I need to touch base, so to speak. I need to go sit on the beach and watch the ocean. That has always calmed me for some reason, perhaps because I grew up around the water. I need to go hang out with my friends, get drunk, and cause trouble with my sister. I need to meet the new pup of the family and try to resign myself to the fact that I won’t see our Blue anymore. I just need to be THERE, because no matter how far away I move, California is in my blood and will always be home to me.

I’ll leave you with a song that has been sticking in my gut for the past couple of days, even more than the Sarah McLachlan song: