I couldn't believe myself. Sitting there during the film screening, all I could think about was how silly I am. I am so crazy in love with this country boy. He is not at all who I thought I'd want to end up with, but he's everything I need. I felt my cheeks go hot as I wrote down everything I felt about him in my Shakespeare notebook instead of jotting down the (totally glib) symbolism I saw on the screen. I felt deeply grateful. I felt scared. When I was fourteen, I thought I would be with Keith forever. That thought is so absurd to me now that I have to laugh a little bit. That hipster kid, with his cigarettes and gaudy tattoos-- That's who I thought I wanted? I'm always a little afraid I'll feel that way about Matt eventually, but I'm convinced that it's different this time, because I'm different this time.
Second blood test today.
Oh yeah, I joined a sports team. Don't laugh. It's Ultimate Frisbee. Don't laugh, but that shit's quite a workout. It's basically soccer with a disc. We started out with a run uphill in wet grass. I didn't have cleats, so I was pretty far behind. We stretched. We laughed because Mike, the coach, confused isotonic with isometric. These girls. They're so nice and like me instantly, even though I'm shy and I've never tossed a disc in my life. It rains while we take bids and lay out in the mud. Holding plank position until one of the girls scores a point. I walked into Commons, muddy, gross, wet, but feeling so light and happy. Glee! I finish my phonology problem set without staying up all night.
I saw a shrink. She seems nice. I was sore as all hell from practice and could barely walk to my classes. Around 2pm I told my friends I was going to take a nap, but I knew better. Taking a nap never works for me. When I feel like I need one, it usually means I'm crashing. I slept until about 8:30pm. I woke up feeling horrible, like I never even started medication.
I wake up. I go back to bed. I wake up again. No, I can't get up. I go to sleep. I wake up. No. No, I'm too weak. I wake up, and sit up in bed. My abs hurt, so it takes me two tries. I can't really move. I'm too tired. I put on a jacket and walk to the cafe to get some orange juice because I can't breathe through my nose. The walk is too much for me. I go back to sleep, and miss practice. I send a teary e-mail to my coach, who tells me not to worry about it. My doctor e-mails me and says that some changes need to be made to my medication. I walk to the library in the rain at night and do a little homework. I go back to my room. I go to sleep.
I feel much better. Still a little unfocused, but I've done my homework and will be going to every class. I only have one more today. I can make it. I got paid, so now I can take care of my medical bills, plus buy some cleats and some other stuff for ultimate. I only have to work 5 hours over the weekend to make next month's car insurance payment.
Being a chick sucks. It seems like literally anything can throw us off kilter. This crap makes me so impatient. Why am I constantly spotting? Who knows. It could be the hypo, could be getting off depo (Jesus, it's been seven months), could be the IUD settling in. It could be all three of those things for all I know. I think I'm ovulating, which is weird because I've suddenly stopped bleeding. My boobs hurt so much, even when I'm just sitting around doing nothing. Like right now. I'm in pain. I have to sleep in my bra. My multi-vitamin makes me throw up, so I'm having a pregnancy insanity. I haven't had sex since August, and the health center made me take a pregnancy test way back when I took a piss test a month ago. What the heck.
Aside from that rant, I'm okay. I have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday to find out what kind of changes in my meds will be required. I'm planning on having a good Friday night before buckling down this weekend to catch up on the stuff I missed while I was sick.
I'm homesick a little.