Hey, I know why I've been so tired, lately. I found out last night that I have 25 percent fewer red blood cells than I should. Basic anemia, probably caused by an iron deficiency. Fixed in theory by mega iron pills almost impossible to get out of their shrink wrapped plastic. Some weird pancreas results coupled with slightly elevated blood sugar menage a toied with the lumps in my breast have finally prompted me to get a physical, gag me with a speculum. Pelvic and all. I figure this will be a fun prelude to my mammogram on the 7th.
I don't have the luxury of saying 'fuck it' to my health. I have kids who need me to stay healthy.
In archiving the old entries, I have decided that I don't have to archive every fascinating word which left this keyboard. If there was something I wrote that isn't in the archives when I'm done, drop me a line and I'll find it for you.
I've decided on only one resolution for the coming year: no resolutions. I'm letting myself off the hook for everything. No weight loss goals, no closet finally cleaned, no site shit going on, not getting published. No stress, no fuss, no worry I am not doing enough, getting enough done, succeeding at more, establishing more, yada blah. I'm just going to keep my options open and see what happens.
I'm not going to say it has to get better, because it can't get worse. It can and has been. But we've had a nasty couple of years here. I think we deserve some time off from stressing and sickness and worry and pain and fuss, don't you?
You do, too. You are marevelous and wonderful and deserve a break. Make no resolution except to keep your options open and to try to remember what the important things are: family, friends, health. I hope you all have as much as possible of every good thing in the world in the coming year. Be happy, hug your kids, fall in love, take your vitamins.
Be well.