The headache rages on. Life would be very different free of ailments. I should have added to my contract that days where I feel no pain I should be allowed a day off to enjoy it. Cause there would only be a few a year. Seriously, how old am I? I am sure most of this stuff I shouldn't have to deal with in my twenties. Shouldn't my twenties be about trying to find a mate, thinking about what I should wear, planning what I should do on the weekend, you know, stuff like that. Not all this hospital crap. What day should I take off work to sit in the hospital all day, what plans can I cancel so that I can make sure I get enough sleep on the weekends, what's next? Adult diapers?

Anyway, sorry for my rant. I am just a little tired of all this. I would like a year free of illness, and good solid year to set my affairs in order, then the universe can do with me what it will.

The good news behind all this is I have been bonding more with my co-workers at the junior high. That has been fun, nice to break down those barriers. The kids are great too.

Eh.

The transition seems complete and a shout out to the captain of the insane experience ship. It has been an amazing journey, but I am opting for quieter shores. But way to go captain! It was sink or swim and I think I managed to do both and still come out breathing.

Sweet.

I wonder if I have another concussion? One more for the road? One closer to the vegetable cart? Will I have any more brain cells left by the time I hit thirty? I guess time will tell.

Enjoy your health, I am off to go find mine.
Cheers.