Twenty-five (8/13)

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?