Oh joy, it's a new week.
My intestinal problems continue unabated. While it's likely the probiotics I've been taking have re-established good bacteria in my gut, it can't seem to keep up with anything. I'm contemplating paying a visit to my primary care provider-person. I'm not sure how much he'd be able to help, but it'd let me start on the fabulous chain of specialists it'll probably take to get this figured out.
In the meantime, I'm having to call insurance companies at work. They're very interested in not talking to me for as long as possible. Getting a live person is nearly impossible with at least one company. Needless to say, I am losing my battles with frustration.
I'm slowly getting accustomed to my tablet. I still haven't gotten my music onto it, and I can't find a reading app worth paying money for (suggestions welcome). But the operating system is finally starting to make sense. I haven't replenished my stock of pointless games (see: Solitaire, Poker, Angry Birds, etc.) but I imagine I'll get around to that sooner or later. I was more interested in re-acquiring my GPS and calendar. Also there's only so much change, new, and novel I can handle in a day, and between work and time constraints I'm starting the day even more on empty than usual.
What else... Chris and I are trying to work out schedules. He suddenly has a lot less free time but is still trying to play two D&D campaigns and run two more. I can't imagine how he has the energy, but he does. We're having to shuffle weekends around to pull it off, though. There wasn't enough (read: any) together time in the previous schedule, and I finally realized that I really wasn't even slightly okay with that. So instead of him being gone all weekend except to sleep and go to church, there'll be a few hours where we can just hang out or do something together. Relationships are hard, but I guess it's progress.
Y'know, it's weird. In childhood life is broken up into all these little sections we call grades (or years, if you're in England), and you always have semesters and clear markers of how you're doing with progress reports and report cards. All these little arbitrary divisions that let you know you're advancing and progressing and getting better. Adult life? Really has very few of those. I guess you're supposed to make your own. But people complain that life sort've becomes a blur after college, and soon you're 30, then 40, then 50, and it just keeps going. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to make my own markers for progress. There's little things like progress figuring stuff out with Chris, and things like starting LENS, and things like getting a new ____ (car, tablet, computer). But nothing that seems to hand you a gold star and gives you a feeling that you've improved in some major way. Mostly, life just seems to be handing me more things to do and more niggling details to cope with.
My intestinal problems continue unabated. While it's likely the probiotics I've been taking have re-established good bacteria in my gut, it can't seem to keep up with anything. I'm contemplating paying a visit to my primary care provider-person. I'm not sure how much he'd be able to help, but it'd let me start on the fabulous chain of specialists it'll probably take to get this figured out.
In the meantime, I'm having to call insurance companies at work. They're very interested in not talking to me for as long as possible. Getting a live person is nearly impossible with at least one company. Needless to say, I am losing my battles with frustration.
I'm slowly getting accustomed to my tablet. I still haven't gotten my music onto it, and I can't find a reading app worth paying money for (suggestions welcome). But the operating system is finally starting to make sense. I haven't replenished my stock of pointless games (see: Solitaire, Poker, Angry Birds, etc.) but I imagine I'll get around to that sooner or later. I was more interested in re-acquiring my GPS and calendar. Also there's only so much change, new, and novel I can handle in a day, and between work and time constraints I'm starting the day even more on empty than usual.
What else... Chris and I are trying to work out schedules. He suddenly has a lot less free time but is still trying to play two D&D campaigns and run two more. I can't imagine how he has the energy, but he does. We're having to shuffle weekends around to pull it off, though. There wasn't enough (read: any) together time in the previous schedule, and I finally realized that I really wasn't even slightly okay with that. So instead of him being gone all weekend except to sleep and go to church, there'll be a few hours where we can just hang out or do something together. Relationships are hard, but I guess it's progress.
Y'know, it's weird. In childhood life is broken up into all these little sections we call grades (or years, if you're in England), and you always have semesters and clear markers of how you're doing with progress reports and report cards. All these little arbitrary divisions that let you know you're advancing and progressing and getting better. Adult life? Really has very few of those. I guess you're supposed to make your own. But people complain that life sort've becomes a blur after college, and soon you're 30, then 40, then 50, and it just keeps going. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to make my own markers for progress. There's little things like progress figuring stuff out with Chris, and things like starting LENS, and things like getting a new ____ (car, tablet, computer). But nothing that seems to hand you a gold star and gives you a feeling that you've improved in some major way. Mostly, life just seems to be handing me more things to do and more niggling details to cope with.
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