I have so much I could write right now. I need to finish the story of me and Chris. I could write about politics, current events, and the election. I could explore some of the things I am learning about myself as I navigate a path of being unwell. I could even just rant about how sucky, yet at the same time happy, my life is right now. I even had a post bubbling around in my head about the differences at home when my children are here and when they are not.
But I am not going to. I don't want to- you can't make me. I am going to whine a tiny bit. My laptop died. It might have a chance for resurrection, but right now the best I am hoping for is to get some school docs I need off the hard drive. I am coughing yellow cottage cheese out of my lungs, and I just drove 40 miles one way to find out my Dr's appointment is tomorrow. I missed a "transcendent" St. Patrick's Day at O'Connors (as Chris phrased it). Oh heck- this is my Spring Break too. And I just want to feel better.
I am slowly working on schoolwork. As long as I can stay out of the hospital/ER, it looks hopeful that I will graduate. I am feeling better than last week, and really, besides being utterly overwhelmed, my life is going fairly damn well.
But, like any other adult in this world, I am reserving the right to throw a 3-year-olds tantrum. Too bad I don't have the energy.
EDIT: Oh, and just because...
March for PROGRESS
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