(aka. Welcome Back Aliens! We Missed You!)
February 18, 2010 - 01:06
Yes, another update that's overdue. But really, how can you complain that I don't write often enough when you don't either? Fair's fair, people!
Today's entry may border on the TMI, but ... well, who else can I tell?
I've been getting getting signs about my improved health left, right, and centre lately. Some take a moment or two to really sink in ... like laughing at a show, or movie, and realising that it didn't sound forced, or practised. Yesterday's sign ... that one made my brain do a double take.
This is the gooey part ...
From the tender age of ... egad, was I ever 14? ... I'd always had a very heavy menstral period. Even when I started to take The Pill, which was supposed to help control that, it remained heavy. (Which, of course, flabbergasted the doctor, but just about everything about me flabbergasted that man.) It wasn't until my stress levels took a giant leap that things began to lighten up, but it was still regular and reliable. For the last few years especially, it has been almost non-existent ... until yesterday. For the first time in over a decade, I can pretend to complain about bleeding to death again. To me, this is the ultimate inner sign that I am once again healthy - in mind and body. And not as close to menopause as I was starting to fear. :)
Gooey part over ... :)
Quite a few people attribute my newly relaxed state on the move to the island, and maybe that was beneficial in helping things along, but really, I was on the road to recovery before I got here. If I had stayed, who knows? It might have happened anyway. Slower, maybe ... but it would have happened eventually. Because I wanted it to, if for no other reason.
I'm looking forward to whatever is coming next for me. Something I haven't felt since I was a child. I'm not worrying about my now limited funds. I'm not breaking my nails with anxiety over what my next choice should be. About the What If's in my life. I'm not kicking myself about things I should have done differently. I'm completely in the Now ... for now, anyway. And it's wonderful. Because I'm happy.
If I manage to get a job and find a place, I'll be happy. If I have to call up my fairy god(dess)friend and say I'm coming home, I'll be happy to be there too. I have something to look forward to in both cases ... and how can I be sad about that?
My mother is here for a few days while she helps me pack up her things. She felt guilty about leaving me to do it by myself ... and I think she really wanted to visit.
Well, I'm off to bed, because things like this make me sleepy ... and hey, with restored functions and good sleep, can a slimmer, trimmer me be far off?
Sweet Dreams!
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