I have a feeling I'm going to be a little one note for a while.
THE MOTHERFUCKING POOL feels like it's saving my life. My health has been in the toilet and there's all kinds of shit going on - it might be a while before it gets anything closed to being figured out. And being figured out might not even look much different from how things are right now.
Add to that, I'm missing a ton of things to do because I feel like shit. And when I don't feel like shit, I don't know with much notice to get something fun underway. So that's another round robin. This includes making new friends - which has been impossible lately because my health has been so erratic. By erratic, I mean constantly in the toilet for the last four months. More toilety than usual.
Add to THAT, I got boy troubles and boy whatthefuckisgoingon woes and boy howdidilandhereagain drama.
Most of that I'd gotten my head around and quieted the noise. Finally. But then all of this ramped up in shitness and the noise took over again.
But the pool quiets me down.
I've been terrified of water since I was 3 months old. Never really swam. Just no part of it. How did it take my so long to try again? It's why Shrink used to challenge me about things I liked and didn't. Scared me and didn't.
I even did my first somersault in 30 years.