Due to the extensive radiation I’ve had done to my neck and throat, my thyroid had stopped working, so it looks like Synthroid is the latest addition to my orchestra. That harmonious mixture of pharmacological wonders that keep this fine tuned machine running like it’s not supposed to. Honest to the gods I swear I only have two or three more viable parts they can remove without shutting the whole system down. It’s like taking apart a bike and having a few pieces left over. Must have not needed them anyway.
Question for the ether, How does one go about meeting people to form friendships? Before I got sick I had lots of friends. I had work friends, and after work friends and combination of both kind of friends. During my illness and my recovery, my friends thinned out. At first it was a small number of not returned calls and cancelled plans. As I got sicker, the friends got thinner. I’m not blaming them. I’m sure I wasn’t much to be around back then. Still had some die-hard friends though. Now that it’s going on six years even the die-hard friends have gone on living their own lives. Work, kids, commitments, they all just carry on. I know I’m also to blame. For a long while, I didn’t want to go anywhere, do anything. I had no strength, I was sick. Now t hat I’m getting better again, I’m looking to do things with friends, I look around and I really don’t have any.
I have my husband whom I love and who would do anything, go anywhere with me, but who is not female. Sometimes you need girl talk. There is a lavender festival in Armada this weekend and I’d love some girl time in a good smelling place, but I don’t know anyone else who would enjoy it that lives close enough to enjoy it with.
OK, enough pity party. I’m off to work on my crap room for a while. I can put in about an hour a day and it still looks like I haven’t done shit in there. It will get better. I am taking pictures this time so I have before and after. I can see it finished in my mind’s eye and it’s pretty. I hope it turns out that nice in reality.