Oh, the show was fantastic. I was a bit tired, and so I actually dozed, which I felt badly about, but to me, that music is the definition of soothing. I love it all.
Sunday night Dad calls and wants me to come over for dinner. I was so zonked, but I went Monday night (after seeing Cindy and dropping off some Moussaka). It was pleasant enough, considering he's an illogical man. But I love him. I don't really respect him much anymore, but I love him deeply.
Today I had a busy day - woke up, went to Target for hair shit (and of course, discovered amazingness). 100 calorie packs of the yummy cocoa roasted almonds. 7 packs for $1.99. I bought two, naturally. I love my individual portion sizes, it's how I roll. Also got my 1-oz Kashi crackers. And some socks, but really, that's my excitement in life as limited to almonds.
Had therapy, which was very useful. I'm starting to accept my body, and it's very unfamiliar to do that. My whole life I've looked at my body with hatred, and had valid reason to do as such. Well, now... I don't. I look at it sometimes even with pride and excitement. I'm not quite at the point of respect yet.
Afterwards, went to Dad's house (easier than going to Mom's mid-day) and took a nap. As I was entering, he was leaving, and asked me if I needed anything from Trader Joe's. I said "No, I'm good". I think he asked me 3 times, almost pleading. It's as if his buying me groceries might entice me to stay and keep him company and love him. He's just so lonely, it's heartbreaking. Took a nap, and then went to meet Tracy for dinner.
Tracy is from ObesityHelp. We met at Border Grill for mojitos and cheap-ass happy hour food. It was funny, because both of us took a sip of our mojito and went "Ingredients, please". Oh, post-op bonding. I had shrimp ceviche, which is why I'm up and itching like crazy. Note to self: you are ALLERGIC to shrimp. I also had a small lamb taco which was yummmm. Then we walked around 3rd Street Promenade, enjoyed the breeze.
She's absolutely gorgeous, and I hope to become something like her when I grow up. Confident, capable, intelligent, and funny. We had so much fun shopping and chatting. When it comes to this world we navigate, it is so important to have like minded people with whom you not only have a post-op relationship, but a friendship as well. I may have found that tonight. Not that I haven't before, but I like people.
Came home, was in bed at 9:45. I'm SO fucking sick. Throat is on fire, and I just try to keep my breathing shallow so as not to inflict a coughing attack on my poor chest area that's just trying to heal here. So here I am, awake. Drinking water, definitely hydrated today. I think I'll try and sleep now. I want to get fresh mozzarella tomorrow, but if I still feel like bronchial death, I may have to nix it.
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