July 27, 2001: settled things
An evening out--going over to the house of old friends, laughing and chatting and eventually relocating to a local college bar named Dante's for beer and nachos. Discussing everything under the sun, landscape achitecture and girls and boys and what old friends were up to and how the cats were and are. Catching up.
Coming home, I am only very slightly tipsy, but there is an orange quarter-moon hanging on the horizon and that makes me happy.
A quiet happiness. Life is good, now.
Feeling a little bit more settled in my skin, just in time for my doctor's appointment next week. I hope to be put on a drug or two for my insulin resistance, and maybe get a start on actually treating my PCOS.
I hate doctors, but maybe this one will be an exception. Maybe he'll actually listen to me. His specialty is actually thyroid disorders, but I imagine he sees a lot of PCOS people along with the thyroid people, so I'm hoping he'll be helpful.
Still. Starting to get nervous, now.
I was very pleasantly floored this afternoon.
I got an apology, and had a chance to make an apology in return, to someone who I was involved in Major Drama with three years ago. We actually had a civil and interesting conversation.
I guess both of us have grown up, huh?
