I spent last Sunday in the Emergency Center with one of the bff's holding my hand as I went from crying that my life was a wreck to laughing hysterically that my legs were melting after the pain medication kicked in.

I was there with cellulitis, in my cheek, which was so swollen H remarked that I looked like the elephant man in that Cher movie. (I think this is when the crying started)

The pain was comparable to when I woke up screaming with dry sockets and the ex had to cut darvocet in to tiny pieces so I could have enough relief to make it through the night.

I'm healing now, feeling better, struggling with a three week excercise ban from my physician. But still feeling the dragging effects of dealing with an infection like that. I could sleep for days if I could get away with it.

Health is temporary, illness is temporary. But it was such a blessing to have a friend like her to take care of me.


As for the cute boy- well I'm rocking out with my giant biosphere... to be honest I'm still not quite sure where things are, but think we both want the same thing... happiness... and I'm ok with this... I think...