Yet, anyway. Ive recently moved here from Blogger, just for a change of scenery.
I have had a grand total of 6 anesthesia involving procedures in the last year. And, no, they still don’t know whats wrong, but they’ve given me several new problems to deal with. I’m not going to be going into detail on much of it, because, frankly, I’m sick to death of it. Almost literally.
I still don’t have any answers regarding the Situation.. My last contact with anyone was a blackmail attempt on his part. My insides are rotting away from the repressing I am having to do to deal with all of this.
The kid wants to play soccer, and so she shall. She starts in the fall, right when she starts school. I’m a fucking soccer mom now. Jesus.
I get to plan her fifth birthday.
We got another dog. The first one was lonely.