Thanks to all of you for your sweet thoughts and birthday wishes...what a great gift to come back and find all this love. 
You are all appreciated!
The birthday was quick...the weekend was "dry" due to preparations for surgery...but it was still wonderful. Dinner with the cousins and dates led to karaoke at a very "down home" bar. I find my peace in the spotlight...shocker, huh?
Surgery went okay...there were a couple of complications that bought me an over-night ticket at one of the most posh hospitals I have ever been...not to shabby, says Josie. (don't you love it when people refer to themselves in the 3rd person?).
The week was full of family and friends and a few brief moments of bliss...enough to remind me of what this fight is all about. A future...a happy future. I ended up on the west side of Indy three days before the Brickyard 400...it was a ZOO, but I loved it! Found myself feeling the urge of competition as I urged the driver of the super-cool sports car to race the guy next to us to the next light. Yeah, this is who I am...
The week was a spice-rack of different obstacles as I discovered the true power of rejection. It can be all-consuming for even the strongest of the strong, and lashing out in anger was my only defense. Unable to see the good to your left when all you are doing is obsessing about what's on your right is your own personal hell...to which, I don't recommend...be careful with your hearts, little ones...
The weekend pulled me to my familiar...the water. I hadn't realized how much I missed the smell of the water until it was right under my nose again. I found myself on a jet-ski again and re-found my love for speed and competition. You don't wanna race this, no sir-ree...I'll kick your ass every muthafuckin time...(like my trash talk? better get used to it, beeeoootch)
That brings us to yesterday...honestly, I'm still processing all that was discovered by the "team" of doctors...there's a team of them, because I deserve more than one? There are more tests that need to be done, which are promptly scheduled for tomorrow...and then we'll know more. One thing that is for certain, the support system I have is the most infallible that could ever exist, so in even the biggest moments of weakness, my strength is always there...so no need to worry...what you SHOULD worry about is the fact that I had a BRILLIANT idea to start doing crunches again this morning and ever since then, my little incision that I keep forgetting about has been burning with pain. Yeah...not the smartest cookie in the cookie jar....but at least I'm still there, among the sweetest.
The highest of highs...the lowest of lows...
boy, you weren't kidding...
You are all appreciated!
The birthday was quick...the weekend was "dry" due to preparations for surgery...but it was still wonderful. Dinner with the cousins and dates led to karaoke at a very "down home" bar. I find my peace in the spotlight...shocker, huh?
Surgery went okay...there were a couple of complications that bought me an over-night ticket at one of the most posh hospitals I have ever been...not to shabby, says Josie. (don't you love it when people refer to themselves in the 3rd person?).
The week was full of family and friends and a few brief moments of bliss...enough to remind me of what this fight is all about. A future...a happy future. I ended up on the west side of Indy three days before the Brickyard 400...it was a ZOO, but I loved it! Found myself feeling the urge of competition as I urged the driver of the super-cool sports car to race the guy next to us to the next light. Yeah, this is who I am...
The week was a spice-rack of different obstacles as I discovered the true power of rejection. It can be all-consuming for even the strongest of the strong, and lashing out in anger was my only defense. Unable to see the good to your left when all you are doing is obsessing about what's on your right is your own personal hell...to which, I don't recommend...be careful with your hearts, little ones...
The weekend pulled me to my familiar...the water. I hadn't realized how much I missed the smell of the water until it was right under my nose again. I found myself on a jet-ski again and re-found my love for speed and competition. You don't wanna race this, no sir-ree...I'll kick your ass every muthafuckin time...(like my trash talk? better get used to it, beeeoootch)
That brings us to yesterday...honestly, I'm still processing all that was discovered by the "team" of doctors...there's a team of them, because I deserve more than one? There are more tests that need to be done, which are promptly scheduled for tomorrow...and then we'll know more. One thing that is for certain, the support system I have is the most infallible that could ever exist, so in even the biggest moments of weakness, my strength is always there...so no need to worry...what you SHOULD worry about is the fact that I had a BRILLIANT idea to start doing crunches again this morning and ever since then, my little incision that I keep forgetting about has been burning with pain. Yeah...not the smartest cookie in the cookie jar....but at least I'm still there, among the sweetest.
The highest of highs...the lowest of lows...
boy, you weren't kidding...
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No more crunches young lady!
jpk