lackadaisiac
Having seen the original off which this image is based making the rounds on Facebook once or twice, I have to say that I’m happy someone made this version. Linked to the original blog post, which is short but lovely.
My acquaintances are not doing a very good job of introducing me to their hot friends. Dammit, you guys. Come on.
I realize that this post reveals absolutely nothing about what I’ve been up to lately (spoiler alert: working), but it’s 3 AM and I’m tired and I really just wanted to express the vague complaint before I go collapse.
My goal for 2012—more than getting a degree, or a job, or a new place, or a new love—is to get off all of my medications and start actually feeling better. By whatever means. Sicker people have done more. I think it’s an attainable goal, don’t you?
My parents have given me free license to research and find holistic doctors who would be willing to work with me towards such a goal. With regard to my condition, I don’t have a lot of faith left towards more traditional MDs, of which I have seen more than most people might meet in a lifetime and very few of whom were in any way helpful. All but one couldn’t even obtain a diagnosis, and the one who finally landed on that (with no disrespect meant, because knowing the source has been a true blessing) hasn’t treated the ailment so much as simply slapped the proverbial bandage over it. It’s a symptom of a broken system, of course, so I don’t fault him for his handling, but I don’t think I should suffer for it out of some sense of loyalty, either. Or die for it, which isn’t an entirely impossible distant eventuality, were I to continue indefinitely this way.
Anyway, so I’ve been looking around. To a certain extent, I think I just have to trust that I’ll know what I’m looking for once I’ve found it. I’m dreading the expense of something like this—more than likely, I’ll have to do remote consults and possibly a few flights to meet with a practitioner in another state—but my parents insist that it’s important and cost be damned and all of that. It’s impossible not to think about it, but it is wonderful to feel so loved.
I’m also working on sorting, downsizing, and packing—for good. Classes officially resume today. Last ten weeks of my undergraduate career. 2012 is going to be a good year.
2011
Not feeling super lucid right now, so it’s hard for me to reflect on the year for the purposes of a post like this. The good news is, I don’t think anyone was waiting for it! It’s nice to be off the hook!
I hope everyone’s enjoying their New Year’s Eve, wherever they are and whomever they’re spending it with.
Here’s to 2012: being a little braver, growing a little stronger, getting a little wiser, living a little better.
Christmas Eve
- Two sheets of delicious chewy oatmeal cranberry cookies, plus enough leftover dough to scoop out a few more batches the following day. The KitchenAid mixer made short work of prep (I really need to get one of those after I move), and the walnuts and allspice filled the kitchen with the most amazing scent.
- The arrival of a package from Japan containing my new phone case (yay!), plus the best car cell phone charger… possibly ever? Internet, it is a Hello Kitty head, and her cheeks light up while power is running to it. Yes, please, and thank you very much.
- Reminiscing, however briefly, with my Facebook timeline. Sigh. Life is lovely.
- Scurrying to my sister’s house down the road to provide a little company through the waning evening.
I hope everyone’s holidays have been wonderful and magical and full of joy and laughter and sunshine and the absolute minimum of leg injuries. I am a little concerned that my right foot might actually be broken. I walk with a limp and probably look pretty silly, but my strange hobbling is doing the job for now, which beats sprawling out on a couch and beckoning my family members to my bedside like some Victorian maiden weakened by consumption.
Anyway, I have a doctor’s appointment at 8:15 AM (>_<) on the 28th, so I guess we’ll see if I get to keep the leg.
It’s almost a quarter to one now. I should probably sleep soon so Santa can sneak in and leave a job under the tree for me.
