So I took the plunge. Living with boyfrand now. It's been eight months, almost 9, and it seemed right. We will see how it progresses.
Probably best I got away from other housemates, as a new years confession from the married male housemate of his feelings of love for me made everything a fucktonne more awkward. Plus, it was getting to the point where I had seemingly overstayed my welcome. It was time.
I know I didn't send out Christmas cards to peeps. The annoying thing is is that they're all ready to go, it just feels kind of stupid to send them after Dec 22nd or so. I might write letters instead.
I was in hospital two Fridays back. That was an affair. Long and short of it, they thought I might be having a stroke, but thankfully I was just having a severe and unusual migraine. I was there 8 hours and they wanted to keep me overnight, but I talked my way out of that. Boyfrand wasn't handling it well, and I just wanted to go home and sleep without the freaking drip in the way. They had me on a lovely cocktail of drugs, and then sent me home. They believe it may have been caused by my dental visit the day before.
My wisdoms have been giving me grief for three weeks now. As well as that, I have a cracked tooth to deal with as well. Both of those depress me. Luckily I got health insurance when I did, or I may be screwed. The amount of money spent recently on appliances, on rent, on bond, I really can't afford to get my teeth done at full cost. :x
I dunno what else to saaaay.
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