mix-n-match

I never get sick.  Never.  I mean, I’ll feel kinda bad, or maybe tired, but not SICK.  Or so I thought.  Tuesday and Wednesday proved otherwise.  I do not recall having ever purged that much from my system in a 24-hour span.  It was disgusting, and I was seriously beginning to wonder if I maybe had some sort of fatal disease and this was the cruel exit I would make from the world.

I have since recovered, minus a slight fatigue.  Food has started digesting again, which is always good.  Today I had tuna for lunch.  If you can keep down tuna, you can keep down anything.  My husband is now the sick one, so our roles have reversed.  I tried my best to take care of him yesterday while I myself attempted to recover, but now he has gone off to LBL for RA training.  Poor guy.  I hope he is feeling better today.  I probably won’t get to talk to him until Saturday, which bites, but maybe it is best that we kept our remnant bugs away from each other.

I hate it when old ghosts resurface.  Even in passing.  I’m just not one of those people who looks back on my life as a wonderful growing experience.  I look back and think that the only good part of then is that I’m sure it plays some role in where I am now, which I would not trade for anything; however, I don’t have much fondness for the past, for myriad reasons.  I hate running into people from high school that I kindaknewbutnotreally, because I don’t know whether to say hi or just turn around and avoid them. I could probably count on one hand the people from that life that I would actually talk to willingly.  Maintaining friendships is not my forte, and that makes me unhappy enough without having to be reminded of it all the time.  Some people just grow away.  Others sever things bitterly.  I tend to draw the bitterness out of people.  That’s my fault, I suppose.  I should come with a warning label or something: Best Used As Acquaintance — True Friendship Could Potentially Be Fatal.

Oh well.  Looking forward, I guess.