I was looking around trying to find things I’d written August 13ths in the past.
There’s really not a lot.
Reading back, though, there’s really four phases of my adult life.
College
After-college
After meeting my wife
After the medical establishment figuring out WTF is wrong with me.
Unfortunately, there’s no individual events I can place on the beginnings and ends of those phases. Of course, I couldn’t have known the hell that my body was going to go through. I couldn’t have known that the girl across the table with the shy smile, and pretty eyes would end up being with me.
Today went better than I could have expected at work. Though it took a long time, I got my infusion. So we’ll see what the rest of the week looks like.
Today, certainly, wouldn’t be anything I could mark as a beginning or end.
A few days left. What do I want to write about?
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