I wanna say i’m better, but i’m not…

I’m just so tired of being sick that I am sick and tired of being sick. You get me. I know you do.

I want to write a post that does not revolve around a part of my body that is burning, itching or feeling like I am being used as some sort of funky voo-doo doll ritual.   That would require me not feeling that way and well, not quite there.  Everyone says, “Well you look better…getting around.”  I’ve found out how my beautiful friend, Lisa does it. She fakes it.  She’s so sick and tired of being sick and tired and talking about being sick and tired that it’s just better to fake feeling better.  So I am taking a chapter from her novel and doing the same thing…just dealing with it and learning to live with it.   Some people fake being sick…i’m faking being better.  Maybe my body will forget and we can move on with the peeing problem.

Today my friend Ruka called and said, “What are you doing?”  For most that’s just an opening line to a conversation. Ruka is more to the point…she really wants to know what you’re doing because soon you will be doing something totally different because that’s just how she is…some may say, ‘how she rolls’.
I hopped on her train and said, “Well, I was just about to jump in the shower, put on make-up, do my hair and get dressed because it sounds like I have plans.”
“Good, meet me at Chevy’s at 11:30.”
She gave me like 45 minutes to get done what now takes round about 2 hours to accomplish.  Between the peeing and the pill taking, the hot then cold and might vomit…it takes longer to pull myself together.  BUT I DID IT.

It was nice getting out of the house and doing something other than paying a bill or buying food.

I’ve been out twice this week with friends and it feels SO DAMN GOOD.