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Just when you think all is well ...
Adult Fairy Tales
Can you read this?
Merry Christmas!!!
It's CHRISTmas!!!
Male Intuition
Eureka!
Who Wants To Know?
My Next 30 Years
Healing Power of Writing
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Sunday, November 28, 2004 |
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Procrastinating
Taking a break from packing. I thought I should check my e-mail since I won’t be online for a while after the move. I now have over 300 unread messages because I have barely been online in the last two weeks.
Not wanting to even begin to sift through them, I sent a mail to a new online friend, Lili. I stumbled upon her weblog and added her to my ICQ. I had to get to know the girl behind the blog … heh heh.
I guess I’m writing an entry now because I’m not really motivated to keep packing at the moment. I’ve been so damn busy with the move the last two weeks that I’m ready for something new and different.
If I haven’t been cleaning out my Grandpa’s basement, helping build my new apartment, or cleaning and packing here at home … I’ve been sleeping. I can’t wait until this move is finally over and everything is settled.
-sigh-
I dreamed about Shahirah again today. Unlike last time, I haven’t even been thinking about her … I’ve been too busy to think about anything.
Last time I dreamed about her, I was thinking about her a lot because she was trying to get in touch with me, but this time I don’t think I’ve thought about her since after the day she left her last message ... like two Fridays ago.
I mailed her the day before that to let her know that more than likely I would be getting in touch with her and that it might not be for a few weeks because I was busy moving. I joked that because of her persistence in trying to get in touch with me, I was finally weakening.
I don’t know, maybe I wasn't clear, but I don’t think she took it the way I meant it because she called and left me a voice mail here at home on November 19 ... I think.
She told me not to call if I don’t feel like it or just because I feel sorry for her. At first, I was confused but happy that I was off the hook. Here she was saying that I didn’t have to call her and that she wouldn’t pressure me any more … what I’ve been wanting!
There was only one problem … she sounded like she was crying or about to cry. Still, I tried to ignore it and just told myself that she had a cold because I think that’s what Mom had told me recently.
Then the next day when she checked the messages, Mom hears her message and says, “I heard that message from Shéra, was she crying?”
I said, “I don’t know, but she said I didn’t have to get in touch with her.”
Mom says, “And the fact that she sounded like she was about to cry doesn’t bother you?”
I said, “I couldn’t tell if she was crying or not. You even said she had a cold.”
Mom says, “That’s just because you don’t want to hear it. You just want to take what she said as an excuse not to talk to her.”
I left it at that because she was right. It’s not like I didn’t feel guilty, I was just trying to ignore it for once.
I really think there must be some higher force trying to keep us apart. I swear, once one of us gives in … the other pushes away.
What the hell?
Anyway, the fact that she might have been crying or about to caused me to re-evaluate what I was thinking. I thought that maybe if she was crying, that she still wanted me to get in touch with her, but not for the wrong reasons.
So if that’s true, then maybe she really has given this some thought and truly wants to be friends for the right reasons. Maybe she’s not just trying to get in touch with me because she wants to use me … maybe she really does want me as a friend.
The only thing is, I don’t understand how she took my mail the wrong way.
I mean, of course I’m going to feel bad and sad that she keeps trying to get in touch with me when I won’t give an inch. Of course her persistence is going to make me feel guilty, but isn’t that why she’s doing it in the first place? Isn’t she trying to wear me down to get what she wants?
Anyway, of course I’m going to feel bad for her, it’s not like I hate her. I can see that she’s really trying, but it’s just that I don’t fully trust her yet and I’m extremely apprehensive. I don’t want to get hurt again and I think that’s what will happen, but that doesn't mean I want her to hurt.
What’s ironic is that even though I find her persistence annoying and a way for her to torture me still … I also find that determination very attractive. –lol-
Plus, her persistence was really starting to make me feel like she wanted to be friends for unselfish reasons. It’s like I started to feel she was proving herself to be trusted enough to graduate to the next level … contact.
Now, I’m torn. Part of me feels that maybe she’s playing with me again. She tries and tries to get in touch with me and when I let her know I’m about to give in … she withdraws.
The other part of me feels how I described earlier, that maybe she’s gave it a lot of thought and is being sincere and wants to start off on the right foot and not have a friendship based in pity.
I don’t know. I want to believe the latter, but I don’t know if the risk is worth it.
Anyway, I didn’t exactly dream about Shahirah today, but she was haunting all my dreams. Yes, dreams! I kept waking up and going right back into dreaming. It's like it was one long, continuous dream except things kept changing and events kept repeating.
One of those repeating events was her appearance. It’s like wherever I went, she was there, usually not aware of my presence … and I did my best to keep it that way. Basically, she played a walk-on part in my dreams.
Even though I can’t remember what my dreams were about, I just remember her showing up in every single one and I don’t know why. I mean, if I had been thinking about her, I could understand it … but I haven’t had time to think about anything in the last week.
Now, the catch.
Okay, in my dreams, I remember Shahirah always appearing happy and that was with me avoiding her, staying out of her life, but after I awoke ... the dreams left me with a bad feeling.
Why did I feel bad? I don’t remember anything bad happening in my dreams.
To rule out most people’s first assumption, it’s not because she was happy … that would have made me happy and let me go on guilt free. That would be a win/win situation.
Unless something happened that I can’t remember, maybe it’s because I felt I wasn’t giving her proper respect by talking to her and letting her know my reasons … even though I have let her know why in the past.
I mean, I remember feeling childish and kind of cruel in one dream when I hid behind something to avoid her.
I was walking out of a restaurant or something with a friend and she was walking in with a friend. I grabbed my friend by the arm and ducked behind a plant and column until she passed. I was trying to wait until I felt it was totally clear when that annoying little thing called a conscience made an appearance.
I was standing there waiting for her to look away so I could make my get away. The few seconds standing there looking at her without her knowing it … it made me feel bad. I remember feeling and thinking, “This isn’t how I want things to be.”
I don’t know why I felt that way. It’s like when I looked at her, I was seeing her for the first time again … which made me feel bad for feeling so indifferent towards her. I mean, she looked happy, at least as happy as she can probably get, but there was something else … something about her eyes.
She seemed so … I don’t know. I guess she seemed vulnerable. It’s like even though she looked happy, her eyes were showing that she was sad. Maybe that’s why I felt bad. I think I realized I didn’t want to add to that unhappiness.
Of course, upon awakening, all I remember is that she looked happy and the dreams left me with a bad feeling. When I told Mom about it and asked her opinion, she said she thinks I’m looking for another reason not to talk to Shahirah.
I guess she was implying that if I thought Shahirah was happy without me in her life, that would give me reason not to talk to her, which would be true.
Now that I look back, I realize the bad feeling was because of how she really appeared to me and how I didn’t want to see it. I wanted to see her as happy so I could continue to be selfish, when deep down, I felt she was actually as sad as ever and I couldn’t stand the thought of adding to it.
It’s so funny that even though you can’t remember most of your dreams and that they seem incoherent and illogical, when you go back over them and re-examine them, you can actually ascertain some meaning from them.
I’ve always been fascinated by dreams, so maybe this weblog of mine will also serve as a dream journal. Plus, I’ve had several other dreams about Shahirah over the last year that have been really weird.
I’ve had some when I’ve been thinking about her, usually because she’s talked to Mom and Mom had been talking about her, but I think most of them just came out of nowhere.
Well, I guess I should quit procrastinating and get back to packing.
I hate moving! I've already torn off a fingernail.
Posted by: Shane
Posted at: 11:56 PM
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Thursday, November 18, 2004 |
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Feeling Sad
I just got home a little bit ago. Watching The X Files now. It's one of my favorites! I think it's called "Small Potatoes."
Earlier, I went over to Dad’s to meet Mom and Dan so we could take some measurements in the basement. I just don’t know how we’ll get this done in two weeks.
-sigh-
Anyway, that’s another story.
The reason I’m writing right now is because of a message I got from Shahirah on my mobile phone. Yup, apparently she has my mobile number too. I’m guessing my Mom or hers gave it to her. I don’t remember ever giving it to her or anyone else she knows.
The thing is, I lost my mobile phone back on November 6th. Well, let me go back a couple more days.
I met my Grandpa and my nephew on November 3rd to get my haircut. We usually go to the barbershop and get our hair cut together since you have to sit around and wait. Dad has been going to Larry, the barber, for 35+ years.
When I was a kid, I usually had to go to a beauty salon because I either went with my Mom or my Dad and they both went to salons. I didn’t mind salons, but I hate the superficial feeling you can get in those places.
I have, however, for about the last ten years been going to Larry. I definitely prefer the atmosphere of a barbershop. It’s usually just a bunch of guys, most of which are older, sitting around joking and talking about whatever.
I guess I also really like connecting with older generations. I really love learning from people who have “been there and done it."
Plus, it’s so neat how close knit some of these guys get. I mean, it’s so funny when they’re making fun of each other and telling stories about each other that may have happened 20+ years ago.
The main reason, however, I like going to a barber is because I prefer to wear my hair short so I don’t have to waste any time brushing it and barbers are better at short haircuts than beauticians/stylist or whatever they’re called.
I guess another reason I prefer a barbershop to a salon is because a salon seems more clinical. I mean, you have to make an appointment, wait, and you’re called in … it’s too much like going to a doctor and anyone that knows me knows how much I LOVE going to the doctor!
For those who don’t know me well enough, I was being sarcastic. I HATE going to the doctor!
I think the reason a lot of guys today prefer going to a salon is because they like a woman’s touch. My best friend said, “I like a woman running her fingers through my hair.”
It’s different for me I guess. Even though, like most people in the world, I like the feeling of someone continuously running their fingers through my hair ... it doesn’t do anything extra special for me if it's a woman. Sure, it might feel better, but I just need more intimacy to be able to feel anything like that.
Anyway, after we got our haircut, I talked my Grandpa into going to Cracker Barrel and eat because they serve “Broccoli Cheddar Chicken” on Wednesday nights … and I love it!
Mmmm
Afterwards, I went back to my Grandpa’s until it was time for Zach to go to bed. Zach asked me if I’d lie down with him until he fell asleep and reluctantly I agreed.
Well, I wasn’t really tired, but I fell asleep too. I don’t know if it’s because he sleeps in a King Size bed and I haven’t slept in a bed for years, but I was out like a light.
I got up Thursday (the 4th), went with my Grandpa to take Zach to school, and went to have breakfast. I eventually came back home and took a shower and got ready and headed back out to run a few errands.
Well, I met my Grandpa and Zach for supper. We went to T.G.I Friday's because that’s where Zach wanted to go. Since my Grandpa lives close by, I went back over there for a little while.
Once again, probably because I hadn’t been feeling good, I fell asleep … this time on the couch.
I woke up on Friday (the 5th) around 10 a.m. and fixed breakfast for Dad and myself. I drove all the way back home (I live a half-hour away) to shower and get ready. My Grandpa was fixing dinner so I went back over to eat with them.
I don’t know why, but again I got really tired and fell asleep on his couch around 6 p.m. This is the night that Shahirah called me at my Grandpa’s. I guess she called my Mom and Mom gave her Dad’s number.
I was asleep when she called, but Zach answered her call because Dad was on his mobile talking to his sister in Florida. Probably wanting me awake anyway, Zach woke me up and handed me the phone. I’m not sure what I said to her, but I know we didn’t talk for more than 30 seconds. I was just way too out of it.
I slept until 4 a.m. on Saturday, the 6th. Since everyone was asleep, I came home and showered and put on some comfy pjs. I remember having my cell phone because I cleaned the display because you all know how greasy they can get. I remember sticking it in the pocket of my flannel lounge pants.
Well, I had intended to put it on its charger, but fell asleep AGAIN (only a few hours after sleeping ten hours) before I made it upstairs to do so. When I woke up, like four hours later, I couldn’t find it. It stayed lost until November 12th.
I looked everywhere for my mobile phone. I checked down the recliner, under the cushions of the couch, down in the couch, in the car, and even back at my Grandpa’s just in case I dreamed having back here at home!
Guess where I found it!
You know how there are cushions on the back of the couch and they are usually separated and have that little space between them? Well, apparently when I was half-asleep, I had the good judgment to take my mobile out of my pocket so I wouldn’t crush it and set it on the back of the couch, where it eventually slid down between the back cushions.
I had my mobile with me all weekend and lost it yet again Sunday night. I found it on Tuesday between the driver seat and the center console. It said I had four voice mails and I tried listening to them, but my phone went dead before I could enter my PIN #.
I charged it Tuesday night and didn’t pick it up until today, err … yesterday now. While I was at my Grandpa’s, I remembered I had four voice mails … so I checked them.
To my surprise, one of them was Shahirah!
Once again, her message sounded kind of sad, or at least it made me feel sad … and I don’t know why. I don’t want to, but I can’t help it!
-sigh-
When I hear her voice and it sounds like the old Shahirah, it brings out those feelings I had at that time … even though I don’t want to feel them again.
It’s not that the difference between the old Shahirah and the one I stopped talking to was their level of sadness, they were both very sad and confused, it’s how sincere they sounded.
The Shahirah I was totally in love with and I thought loved me, she seemed so sincere and genuine … like everything she said and thought came from her Heart. I mean, there were times when she told me she loved me, that just the way she said it and the feeling she put into it … it could just about make me cry.
The Shahirah I stopped talking to was very superficial. She didn’t even feel like the same Shahirah to me. Everything was on a superficial level. Every time we talked, I could feel that difference … and it hurt to know it had to be that way.
Now, she feels like the old Shahirah, and it’s hard to maintain the indifference I’ve developed towards her.
Why does she have to keep calling me? Why, now, does she have to be her old, cute, sincere self? It makes me feel really bad if I just ignore her.
I already feel bad since she left the voice mail on my mobile on November 15th and she hasn’t heard anything from me. No matter how cold and indifferent I want to feel towards her, I can’t just let her call and open herself up, and then leave her hanging.
I guess I should send her a quick mail before going to bed.
-sigh-
I hate feeling weak. I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling.
Posted by: Shane
Posted at: 2:54 AM
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Tuesday, November 09, 2004 |
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Shakirah?
I had a weird dream about Shahirah this morning.
In my dream, I just got home from somewhere and I was walking up the stairs to go to the computer room and get online to check my email.
As I was walking up the stairs, I heard Mom in the bathroom talking to someone. The door was kind of cracked open and Mom was doing her hair and it sounded like someone was taking a bath and that’s who she was talking to.
Standing at the door, I asked Mom, “Who are you talking to?”
She replied, “Umm … I’m talking to Tasha. She’s taking a bath and I’m doing my hair.”
I said, “Oh … okay.”
Granted my sister is in her early 20’s, I still didn’t think much about it. I mean, it seems like women do weird things like that … go to bath/restrooms together. I remember not too long ago, a few years back, my sister asking one of her friends to talk to her while taking a bath … so I didn’t give it a second thought.
I sat down at the computer and just got online when Mom comes in and whispers, “That’s Shéra I’m talking to in the bathroom. She asked me not to tell you that she was coming over. I’m sorry."
After a short pause, she continues, "She just got in and wanted to clean up. Anyway, I just thought I should prepare you.”
I was shocked! Not at the fact that Mom was in the bathroom doing her hair and talking to Shahirah while she was taking a bath, like I said, women do weird things like that. Plus, I guess I see Mom and Shahirah as having a mother and daughter type relationship. I know that if they spent time together, Mom would totally baby her like she does just about everyone … except Mom would like it because she really likes Shahirah.
Anyway, I was shocked because I kept thinking that it was impossible for her to be here. Plus, I couldn’t believe my Mom would be more loyal to her than to me. I couldn’t believe she would keep her word to Shahirah and not give me a heads up way in advance.
I’m just sitting here at the computer totally stunned. I knew she had beaten me. She had come over, got my own Mom to side with her, and there was nothing I could do. I knew that any minute she would be coming out of that bathroom door and I’d be forced to deal with her.
Even though I was pissed and shocked … I really admired her tenacity. Like I said, I knew she bested me. She took it to a level that I never thought she would, and I really admired it.
Meanwhile, Mom is standing here waiting for me to say something. As I’m about to speak, the bathroom door opens and out walks Shahirah … at least part of the person was her.
The person that walked out of the bathroom was like some weird, but very hot and attractive hybrid of Shahirah and Shakira. It’s like the hair was Shakira, the skin tone was Shahirah, and the body was a mixture of both I think … except that the person was probably a few inches taller than either one of them.
Damn, she definitely had a smoking body!
Anyway, she walks out in these like dark brown leather cowhide pants with diamond shaped rips throughout the legs and butt … and in the rips was like some kind of black mesh material.
That’s all she was wearing!
She came out to get a shirt out of her bag by the bathroom door, but she was covering her breasts with her arms. Her skin was still wet and glistening.
She looked at Mom and me, nervously laughed and said, “I forgot my shirt.” Mom went over to help her find it.
I’m not sure who the personality was. It seemed like Shahirah, but I’m sure there were parts of how I perceive Shakira to be.
Anyway, now I’m sitting here and gawking. I can honestly say that I had forgot I wasn’t talking to Shahirah any more! I don't know, maybe the blood flow to my head was being impeded.
-lol-
That’s when I woke up.
Now, I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy the view in my dream, but the first thing I felt when I woke up was claustrophobic and panicked. I was thinking, “I wonder if she’s planning on coming over here?”
I definitely felt like I had no control.
I don’t know, I guess it’s like I realized that if she really pushed … there’s no way I could avoid her. Until now, I felt I had control of the situation. Now, I feel like if she actually wanted to force it … she’d have the control.
I have to remember to ask Mom if Shahirah has said anything about coming over here. Usually when I have a dream that leaves a feeling like this, there’s more to it than it just being a dream.
I guess I don’t put it past her to do something like that.
-sigh-
Posted by: Shane
Posted at: 1:31 PM
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Saturday, November 06, 2004 |
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Unexpected
Last night, Shahirah called me at Dad’s house. She called around 9 p.m. I think. I had already fallen asleep on Dad’s couch by then. I just haven’t been feeling very well.
Zach answered the phone and woke me up by shoving the phone in my face.
Annoyed, I asked him, “Who is it?” I felt like, “Who dares disturb my slumber!?”
He said, “I don’t know.” I didn’t believe him because he’s always saying that he doesn’t know … even though he does.
Even though I thought it was a family member calling to bug me with something stupid, I didn’t have the energy to answer the phone like I normally would. Normally, I would say, “What!?”
Instead, in my groggy voice, I said, “Hello?”
The voice I heard sounded familiar, but different. I thought it was Natasha, but wanted to be sure, so I said it again.
That’s when Shahirah told me it was her. I think she realized I was kind of out of it and needed a little help.
-lol-
I was surprised, but not too much because I was just too tired. Now, thinking about it, I’m definitely surprised. How did she get Dad’s number?
Damn, she’s persistent!
I don’t really remember what she said, but I remember telling her, “Can I talk to you when I’m more awake?”
Plus, my throat has been so sore and swollen, so I didn’t feel like talking much anyway.
That’s all I remember. I went back to sleep and woke up like three hours ago, about 4:30 a.m. and came home to shower.
I guess the reason I’m writing about this incident is because I’m surprised. I can’t believe she went through the trouble to track me down and get Dad’s number. I’m starting to feel that I’m being unreasonable with her.
I guess I feel so bad because she seems to be trying so hard and I’m not giving an inch because I don’t want to have to feel what I did before. I finally feel fine about things … or at least numb.
-sigh-
What to do?
I guess for now, I’m going to get a few more hours sleep. I’m still tired.
Posted by: Shane
Posted at: 7:46 AM
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Wednesday, November 03, 2004 |
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Feeling Bad
Today, Shéra left a message on voice mail that just about broke my Heart when I heard it. Just the sound of her voice, how sad she sounded, brought out how I used to feel. I just wanted to give her a big hug and hold her. I still want her to be happy; it’s just that for the last year I’ve preferred that it be without me.
I mean, before it seemed I’d make her cry by trying to remain friends, and now she’s sad because we don’t talk. What the hell am I suppose to do?
It’s obvious I can’t make her happy, at least not without making myself miserable.
Mom heard the message too and I think it made her feel the same way because she said in that sympathetic tone of hers, “Shane, she really wants to talk to you.”
-sigh-
Maybe I’ll write her a quick e-mail before I leave.
Posted by: Shane
Posted at: 7:12 PM
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Tuesday, November 02, 2004 |
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Election Day
I just got back from voting. It’s uplifting to see democracy in action.
There’s something inspiring about seeing people setting their personal opinions and differences aside and coming together in good cheer to vote. You really get the sense that everyone feels their voice is being heard and that it counts. You can tell it makes people feel empowered.
I mean, even though no one knows who someone else is voting for, we all know that we have an equal chance to have our say and that if our candidates don’t win, it was a fair election and the majority rules … no matter how stupid you might think that majority is!
I truly live in the greatest country in the world. I love this country!
-sigh-
So, who did I vote for President and Vice President of the United States of America?
I voted for George “Dubya” Bush and Dick Cheney!!!
Why? See my earlier posts!
I know that they’re not up here on BlogSpot.com yet, but I’m working on it.
Posted by: Shane
Posted at: 8:14 AM
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Monday, November 01, 2004 |
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Out of Area
I just got back from picking up the pizza. I know, I didn’t want to have to go out, but I found I have nothing in the house to drink. Since I had to get something to drink, I just picked up the pizza.
Anyway, when I got back with the pizza the phone was ringing. By the time I got the door unlocked, in the house, and found the phone … it had stopped. Whoever it was called twice I think.
It was an “Out of Area” call … so I don’t know who it was. Dad’s cell has been coming up that way I think because he broke the antenna on it and it’s not sending and receiving correctly. You can definitely tell when you’re talking to him there’s something wrong with his phone.
I tried calling him, but there was no answer. I hate not knowing who it was at a time like this. I suppose had it been him and there was bad news, he would have left a message.
If it wasn’t him, then it makes me wonder if it was Shahirah, which would make me feel really bad.
-sigh-
I don’t know if it was, could have been another overseas friend, but it makes me feel bad to know it probably was her. Mom said that Shahirah told her that she’s been calling a lot at all hours hoping I’d answer.
The thing is, that would probably work, but on most days I’m gone virtually all day and don’t get home 'til around 2 a.m. What’s funny is, days I’m home more than not, I hardly receive a call.
Anyway, I never thought I’d feel this bad. It’s so hard to remain indifferent towards someone that is trying so hard to get a hold of you. It makes me feel like I'm being an unreasonable, stubborn jerk.
Now I remember one reason why I like to stay gone, so I don’t know if she is calling.
I’m going to have to make a decision soon.
Posted by: Shane
Posted at: 11:57 PM
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Again?
This morning, Grandma (Dad’s mom), had to go in for open-heart surgery to have a double bypass. Her original scheduled time was at 10 a.m., but Dad called me a little before midnight while we were all at Steak ‘N’ Shake after going to the "Haunted Prison" to let us know that it had been moved up to 6 a.m.
Tasha was going to meet Dad (our Dad) there and stay the whole while, but asked me if I’d go with her because she didn’t want to go alone. I told her to try and call me to see if I can get my ass out of bed with a few hours sleep.
Well, I slept a couple hours this morning and got up a lil’ before 5 a.m. I got ready and waited for her call because she wanted to leave about 5:30 a.m. Well, 6 a.m. came and went and no call and I couldn’t get a hold of her … so I knew she must have been sleeping.
I was so tired, but stayed awake as long as I could waiting for her call. I finally fell back to sleep, fully dressed and with my boots on, at 9 a.m. I didn’t wake up until 5 p.m. and must have been totally exhausted because I slept in my clothes and in a chair and didn’t hear the phone or anything.
When I woke up, my throat was almost swollen shut again! This is like the fourth time since February, with that first time being the absolute worst!
What the hell is wrong with me? Why does this keep happening?
I now realize that my throat swelling shut is connected to periods of when I go with very little sleep, like this last week. I guess you can only abuse your body for so long until it shuts down, fights back, or falls apart.
I hate when this happens because it hurts to swallow and it feels like my tonsils are rubbing my throat and sometimes … like they’re actually fluttering when I breathe hard or cough. It feels so freaking weird.
Anyway, after I got up, I called Natasha to see if she went to the hospital or not. She said she did, but didn’t leave until a little after 9 a.m. because Grandma’s surgery was moved back to 10 a.m.
She apparently called about five minutes after I fell asleep to see if I was going to go with her. I told her I got up early because I didn't know it was re-rescheduled, but eventually fell back to sleep after staying up for five hours waiting.
She said that everything went fine and that Grandma wouldn’t be awake, at least not fully aware, until tomorrow.
Then Dad (my Grandpa - Mom's dad) and Zachary came over and I helped Zach with his homework. I helped him with his math, which was about the metric system (like we ever use it here!) and I helped him go over how the Government and State Government works for some kind of proficiency test tomorrow.
It was weird to go back over all that and still know that I actually remember it all. The different branches of government and their duties and about checks and balances.
Anyway, after they left, I watched Family Guy on TBS for an hour and now I’m writing this. I’m feeling really hungry though. Hmm … what do I want to eat?
My throat is feeling a little better so I think maybe I’ll order a pizza. I just feel too crappy to go out.
Posted by: Shane
Posted at: 10:46 PM
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