I’ve noticed, I have less to blog when life is good. My brain goes blank. I guess that is a
good super problem to have.
Thing is, life doesn’t feel like it has been good. I mean, come on, I was just in the hospital.
But I wasn’t in the psych ward. That’s good.
And my roommate was quiet. That’s good.
I advocated for myself. That’s good.
I got results and the medication to fix the problem. That’s good.
I stayed up all night reading a book. And while I was dragging all day yesterday because of it, it was liberating. That’s good.
The asthma attack from Hades ended. That’s good.
I got one-on-one time with Caitlyn this weekend. That’s good.
My contacts quit irritating me, so I can wear them again. That’s good.
You can now buy Gelato in the grocery store. That’s good.
The hospital called me back today and I made my dissatisfaction over the care I received this weekend known. That’s good (for me at least).
Sue is now reading. I am going to have to dye my hair pink and purple. That’s good.
The depression has stayed away. That’s GOOD!
So, I guess, looking amongst the rough, LIFE IS GOOD.