I should probably make something up to show that I haven't fallen off the Earth completely.
Recently (and by recent I mean for the last month and a half) I've been borderline hospitalized for this stupid freakin' disease that I've contracted last summer called "Ulcerative Colitis".
I won't explain what it is because it's NASTY, but I'll just say it makes living life very difficult. I blame my wack Genes for all of this.
Basically it flares when left untreated (and what do you know I did just that).
Luckily I have been on the road to proper recovery, which has been incredibly hard as well. Going through yet another round of Steroids (not the kind that make you Beefy) and dealing with the side effects has been fun. They destroy your vision, they destroy your body and your mental state. I had the same emotional control as a hormonal 15 year old girl on her period. I would rage at people one second, and turn into a crying wreak the next. Worst part, you're well aware that what's happening isn't you, but you can't stop any of it.
Joy though, for I'm on even heavier drugs now that are costing the taxpayers of Canada lots of dollars and Tim Hortons visits each day. Do I feel good about any of it? Hell no. I hate feeling like a useless burden.
On a positive note, my vision has almost returned to normal after tapering off my Steroids. So I can get back to both work and school, and general life.
My doctors are all positive I'm going to be fine, so it gives me confidence as well.
I can now ski and bike again, flat-land ski spin tricks are back in order. Lookin' good.
For my work, I plan on starting projects after Christmas. I do hope by then I'm not so wonky.
Cheers from P.M.
Listening to: MOSH
Reading: Fellowship of the Ring
Playing: Nothing ATM
Eating: Healthy things