A lot has happened since I updated last. My doctor thought I had cancer. I don’t have cancer. I got a job the same day my doctor told me I needed to remove my ovary. The mass in my ovary grew. On operation day, there was no mass to be found, indicating that the mass burst between my last MRI and the date of surgery. I was opened up for nothing, but my reproductive organs are in tact. Recovery was difficult because I had to rely on others to do things. My friends reminded me why they’re my friends. My grandfather passed away a week after my surgery. I managed to squeak out A’s in two classes. I received an incomplete in my manual drafting class, and I have 3 months to complete the assignments. It’s Friday and I’m on the clock until 4 PM.
I’ve been tired. I’ve been incredibly sad. I’ve been uncomfortable. I’ve been happy. I’ve been thankful. I’ve been angry. I feel a lot of things at once.
I’d like to get back into maintaining my blog. I’d like to partake in June’s NaBloPoMo, but I don’t think I can commit to writing every day with all that is going on. I need to draw. I need to work. I need to find time to do restorative things for myself. My body and mind need restoration desperately.
This man came into the shop to try on glasses just now. He flirted with me, which was interesting. I flirted back in an attempt to make a sale. He said I have a pretty name.
That made the day a touch easier to get through. I blushed a little.
And that’s me in a nutshell. How are y’all doing?
I miss you, old man.