Things have been going great around here lately. I hope it lasts. It feels as though I've turned a corner ... a big one. It's been a long time coming .... 6 years after d-day.
My divorce still isn't final. The seventh court date was cancelled a month or so ago. It isn't clear when the next date will be decided. Still, it's not bothering me the way that it used to. We've settled into a routine with the kid moving from household to household every fortnight. It sure is less than ideal but it is working. I filed for bankruptcy so I'm not worried about a property settlement anymore. The plaintiff can get around to going to court whenever she wants. I'm not going to worry anymore.
I was on a one year disability leave (major depression) but I've been back to work for the past couple of weeks. Things are going quite well. I suppose there will always be a few glitches here or there. On the whole, I feel so much better about work than I used to. At one time I loved my job. The next thing I knew ... it was the opposite .... I couldn't have cared less.
So. There it is in a nutshell. My six-year update. From this vantage point, year two and year three look ghastly. The good news is that things continue to get better, slowly but surely, and often imperceptibly. Two steps forward and one back but the trend is definitely heading uphill.
I almost forgot to mention tennis lessons. My youngest has been playing tennis in school for the past two or three years. He's getting so good at it that he isn't interested in playing with me anymore. So .... I decided to catch a few lessons and join a "C" league.
The first lesson was last night. There are 10 of us in the class ranging in age from 16 to 56, I would guess. It was great fun. Best of all, as I was driving home, I felt as though I had rejoined the human race. I don't get out much anymore. Except for one other occasion, this was the most social thing I have done in more than 6 years. I'm finally getting around to taking my own advice. It feels good.
Sounds like an amazing path to me, to come through all this and still be reaching out and helping others the way you do. Remarkable spirit and inspiration for us to follow. Thanks for helping me through my dark time in the last few months through your messages here, you helped more than you could know.
Funny that you could still give out such good advice during a "major depression." You certainly helped me at one point as well. So did many others here
Quinn- I'm happy for ya. It is such a RELIEF to get to a place where we can feel good about life and life abundantly.
My trip to Belize with 24 yr old my son was such a wonderful experience. He moved out when he was 17, and I really haven't had the chance to spend some bonding time with him over the last 7 years. And going to such a poverty stricken country with warm, wonderful, generous people has re-charged my perspective on life again.
Q, maybe there's another milestone at year 6: finally giving up on that which doesn't really matter anymore.
Our paths have been remarkably similar, except I managed to keep out of the black hole of depression. Plenty of anxiety, but just never slipped down into the black hole. (Having been there a couple of times already, I decided I ain't never goin' back.)
Of course, you do have one big thing going for you that you didn't mention: a supportive and caring relationship. Perhaps that was the one thing you forgot?
Charlie wrote <<Funny that you could still give out such good advice during a "major depression.>> I was thinking the same thing, Quinn. You've always had such thoughtful posts.
7th court date cancelled..... I think that would drive me bonkers. Of course, you're right, there comes a point where it's best just to let go -- there's so many things in life we can't control.
What do you do for a living, BTW?
And how do I get me one of them "supportive relationships"?
Q I have been wondering alot about my job lately. I don't feel like getting out of bed, I don't feel like being there and will use any little excuse to not go. I have used all my sick time and have to wonder if I am really that sick I can't be there or if it is something more, a crutch perhaps. Nothing about it gives me pleasure right now. I don't appreciate the people I work with and have stopped being involved in any social aspect of working. This appeared to have happened right after the 5 week leave of absence I applied for this summer to be with my dad was not approved.
Does this sound like a similar thing to what you were going through? ie depression I really don't know what to do about it and its really getting me down. I applied for a job in Ottawa so I am hoping something different and challening/interesting and a total change of scenery may help. Its a big move for me - about an 15 hour drive.
Speaking of getting back out into society I joined a bowling league on Friday nights. There are some PRETTY crazy people bowling on Friday nights in this league but it feels good to be amongst the living again NOW dammit I want to learn to play tennis and line dance but they don't offer classes in either of those things here! Move over I am coming down yonder yeeehawww!
You're fishing in a pretty small pond, and for a bright and ambitious person, that might be enough to cause work-sickness.
I think you might find a bigger city more to your liking, but it is different in many ways. The main positive is "more opportunities": jobs, people, activities. The main negative is anonymity and the press of city life. For someone who grew up in a rural/small town area, that might be a biggie. In a big city, no one knows your name or anything about you for a long while, and while that may be good in some ways, it is bad in others. I've known people who couldn't make the transition and went back to their small towns.
It takes a lot of time and effort in a city to get where I am now: it's now hard to go anywhere public (library, mall, downtown, events) without running into someone I know in some connection. I've spent my whole adult life here, and I didn't know a soul when I moved in. Of course, I'm not the most social person in the world, so maybe it's only hard for someone like me.
Thunder Bay has about 120,000 people so there are not a huge number of people that know my name here lol. Mind you in the accounting community everybody pretty much has some idea of the reputation and name of the other accountants, specially if you work on the dark side lol
typical conversation to a local accountant:
"Hi its Kim X calling from.................Yep who you auditing this time?"
I think I need a change, I am just not sure how big of one and where I need to be. I have been thinking of selling my house and doing some roaming............hey MM when are you back from your adventure? We could be the travelling accountant and her sidekick the lovely Watermelon Princess
Kid- I'm back and it was a life altering experience. I have tickets to VZ in Nov., but I don't think I'll be ready to go.
When I was in Belize, on San Pedro Island, I fell in love with this twelve year old kid, who started to call me mom. His name is Henry and he is smart as a whip. He is an entrepreneur selling his jewelry on the beach. He is an accountant without a calculator. IOW, the kid can add, subtract, and mutiply faster than I can eat a taco.
But sadly, Henry can't read. He also hasn't been to school for a few years because his step-father won't pay for his education. There is no public school system in Belize, it's all private and has to be paid for out of pocket. So, I went to the school and talked with the principal and told her I wanted to pay for his schooling and books. Like I said the kid is a whipper-snapper and deserves a chance. Besides the cost is only 50.00$ Belize a year- equates to 25.00$ USD.
So Kid, what I'm trying to say is I might be going back there to check up on him and a few other kids I bought school books for. So, if you want to go there, pack your bags. You would love these kids, Kid. They all make jewelry and sell it on the beach, that is how they survive. Puts a few of my lazy ass sons to shame.
TLMM
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Quinn & Kat
Our attitude about our jobs affects us in so many ways. We spend so much time there that a lot of our self esteem and idea of who we are is often tied up in what we do for work. It can affect so much else in our life.
I know that prior to the A, I was feeling pretty defeated at work. I had two problem employees that I just couldn't seem to motivate or get to do a decent job. I felt that motivating them was my job as their supervisor, and felt a failure because I couldn't make it happen. As state workers, the idea of firing them is almost impossible, and they had been there for some time. I'm 55 and started thinking about retirement (at least 5 years away) to distract me from the present job troubles. My WS says that I was depressed and claims that as one "reason" for turning away from me. She loves her job, and my talk about retirement scared the hell out of her. (I never suggested she retire). Being passionate about work is important to her, though I don't think I ever lost my passion for it or I wouldn't have been so upset about the failure part of it.
Well my point is that after d-day, I think I got some perspective on my job issues. They didn't seem as important anymore and my attitude has improved significantly.
If your work isn't feeding your mental health, then some changes might be good for you. But changing jobs or locations isn't the only solution. Sometimes it is your perspective. I have three outstanding members of my staff. I realize I can't really take credit for that any more than I can take blame for the two problem ones (one has actually improved since I've left him alone while I've been wrapped up in my own problems). Sometimes, there are minor changes in duties or projects than can be enough to energize your attitude. Or it may be finding other sources like volunteer work, to energize your soul outside of work. I don't know, but I know it is important and I wish you both well in finding your way.
-Rob
Rob, this is where I consider myself lucky for being legally blind...
I absolutely loved my "real" job as a production analyst. What's not to love? Watch other people work, tell them what they did wrong, and they paid you for it.
Then I was declared blind, and now OSHA considers me a walking safety hazard, so I had to find something else. I ran a convenience store for a few years, which was also a lot of fun, very social, etc. But when the sight level dropped some more, I had to give that up.
My jobs didn't depress me, but having to give them up sure did...
So I became a Mr. Mom, a most fulfilling and fun job. On top of that, I fell into the jobs of running a small non-profit corporation that raises research money for my eye disease, and I also now teach self defense to the blind. I didn't seek any of these jobs, yet I've found them to be the most incredible jobs I could ever hold. Passion for the job? Oh yeah, plenty. Stimulating? For sure. Social? I've travelled more in the last few years than I ever have in my life, meeting and interacting with people from all over the country. Other than losing my sight, I couldn't ask for a better career.
Sometimes, sometimes, the best things come to you when you're not looking for them or expecting them.
Lovin' life,
Cory
You are not a human being having a spiritual experience, but a spiritual being having a human experience.
Kid >>Q I have been wondering alot about my job lately<<
We don't talk about jobs here much. From talking to other people privately, I think jobs are impacted by the Thing much more than we usually care to say.
>>Nothing about it gives me pleasure right now<<
One of the surest signs that I'm going into the pit is that I can find no joy in the things I usually enjoy (hanging with my boys, music, sports, a good movie, finishing a good project at work etc.). Not wanting to get out of bed and not wanting to be around people are other signs, for me.
>>a total change of scenery may help. Its a big move for me - about an 15 hour drive<<
A change is as good as a rest, they say. And Ottawa is such a terrific city. But I know now that I have to very careful with taking on more stress.
>>Speaking of getting back out into society I joined a bowling league on Friday nights<<
That's a good sign. I hope you enjoy it.
>>Move over I am coming down yonder<<
Come on. It'd be a blast.
Rob wrote >>Our attitude about our jobs affects us in so many ways<<
So true. One therapist told me that men are especially vulnerable. When they divorce, they often "give up" and go through a slump at work. Also, men are often happiest when their jobs are going well. Of course, some women are the same way and some men never take their jobs very seriously. I will definitely be approaching my job very differently now. Six years ago, I put too much into it (I didn't have much choice if I wanted to keep it, but that's a different story). I think now, I'll find a better blance.
.....We don't talk about jobs here much. From talking to other people privately, I think jobs are impacted by the Thing much more than we usually care to say.....
Oh man, oh man, oh man - does it resonate !!!
A couple of weeks before my H disclosure I had resigned my position thinking I was litterally loosing it and the job I loved was making me crazy due to the long hours and a very hi level of stress.
Then the nuclear bomb went off. I will spare everybody all the gory details, but let's say it took me almost 2 years to find my work legs again....and my view on "things" has been permanently altered sometimes for the better. Yes, Q, the balancing act...
I am little late in joining in but want to let you know that it was good hear from you and especially that you are feeling better. I was a little worry when I didn't see you post for awhile. Take care,
Gina
ps I never really got use to "Quinn", to me, you will always be "B"!
Charlie I think I have pretty much given up on the men thing, its not going so well and I am tired of it. What do I need one for anyway.....I don't need anymore pain.
I can take out the trash myself.
I can fix most anything myself, even tackled some wiring issues recently
I can spray cologne when I miss the scent
I have toys that can do the same (or better) than my ex in bed
I only have to clean up my underwear laying around
The toilet seat is always down
I'm sorry guys I am having a problem finding the downside to this lol
This message has been edited by Canuck_Kid on Sep 14, 2005 7:53 PM
Back when I first started reading on affair recovery forums there was a lot of talk about success stories. It seemed to me that too much emphasis was placed on the fact that a success story was only those cases where a marriage survived infidelity. While I think we all agree that any marriage ending is a sad thing, I believe the real meaning of a success story is more about the individual being able to survive infidelity.
I remember some pretty dark days for you back when we were posting on Healing Heart. And I remember reading some of your posts about the alcoholism and depression issues you were going through. But even though you were battling those things you still helped a great deal of people, myself included.
I'm not going to get all mushy because mushy is not my style, but I have to tell you that reading your update post made me want to put curly brackets around your name.
I'm glad you've found happiness around that corner you turned. And that you've found such a "well matched" someone to share it with. The human race is a better place for you having rejoined it. You my friend, are what I call a success story.
GT
Edited to add....I agree with Gina, you'll always be Bart to me.
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Yaknow, I've got to underscore what GT wrote. In fact, I think I'm one of those who wrote on another forum "where are the success stories" back when we were all in the mucken mire.
As GT says, I wish I had understood then that the best success story is healing oneself regardless of the outcome of the marriage.
Once I started working through the "Three Recoveries(tm)" idea (his, hers, and the marriage), I started to get a glimpse of how I might recover without necessarily restoring or rebuilding my marriage.
I'm glad you're a success story (in progress), QBart. I'm glad for everyone who is.
Kid, not "needing" someone is probably a good starting place. I know it is for me as long as I don't get bitter or defensive about it. I'm not looking or planning to look, but I'm not closed to the possibility of "finding" someone either.
Kid: I have been where you are now and said the same things about not needing someone. That was three years ago. I discovered a book on opening my heart chakra that said using my energy to keep love away was calling in a major depression. One of the exercises was to rub the area over your chest where your heart is and ask for it to open to possibility.
I can say it was scary to be vulnerable but that my life took a different turn and suddenly most things in my life got better. I fell in love, etc. etc. etc. Most of all I lost my bitterness (and #25!!). My job became more meaningful, I began my love affair with Cuba.
Were there disappointments? Yes, for sure. The man I fell in love with turned out to have a major mental illness that he kept hidden from me. I had to cancel all my travel plans during a sabbatical leave and stay home to figure things out with him. I had sold my house so I lived in a camper until the pipes were going to freeze up. I wanted to just curl up and disappear but I said damnit, I loved once and I will love again. So I rubbed my heart chakra some more and continued on. And still another love came my way and once again it has not lasted, but it brought me here to lots of hearts that I can identify with. Sometimes I rub my heart chakra now and it hurts, that's how I know it is a little closed up. And that is what I am working on now.
I hope you can find your passion for work, love, BOWLING...you go girl. I used to be a bowler and loved it..those folks are just plain crazy, but in a very good way. Also, what if that guy who hangs out at the bowling alley falls head over heels in love with you tomorrow? I'd sure work on being totally available for him to propose..ya know? And I am close enough to come to the wedding!!!
My recovery didn't last long. Last night, 20 minutes into my second tennis lesson, I had hurt the same leg that I had broken almost exactly two years ago. I spent most of last night in the ER, waiting on a doc. This morning, my leg feels alot better thanks to a cast (and the Lortab doesn't hurt either). No more tennis for me for a coupla months.
Kat wrote >>I had resigned my position thinking I was litterally loosing it and the job I loved was making me crazy due to the long hours and a very hi level of stress<<
You must have wondered from temps de temps how much of that stress wasn't from the job at all.
Gina >>I never really got use to "Quinn", to me, you will always be "B"<<
Thanks for the kind words, Gina. Truth be told, I don't really feel like "Quinn" either.
GT >>reading your update post made me want to put curly brackets around your name<<
It's comforting to know that "recovery" can happen even when you don't feel like it's happening. It's a strange thing this "recovery" bidness.
Chris >>I started to get a glimpse of how I might recover without necessarily restoring or rebuilding my marriage<<
Congratulations on your own recovery (in progress), Chris. You've earned every inch of it.
Judy wrote >>So I rubbed my heart chakra some more and continued on<<
With any luck, torn ligaments won't be enough to send me back into the pit from whence I came.
RW >>Did somebody push you?<<
Not this time. Unless there was some kind of invisible hand at work, I tripped over my own damn feet. Or foot. I tried to change direction quickly and rolled an ankle. The first time I rolled that ankle I was in high school playing basketball. Certain kinds of injuries, you never recover from completely. You just have to learn to be more careful.
The first time I hurt my right ankle was in high school basketball, too! Since then -- within about 22 years, I've sprained that same ankle at least 5 more times. It's probably a mess in there. Probably on the verge of surgery. I just try to be careful.
I'm in the ankle club as well. For me, it was 2 weeks before my Black Belt test. I did a jump-turning kick and threw myself off center (muscled it, stupid). Came down all my weight on the outside part of my foot. Within minutes, it looked like someone had implanted a tennis ball inside it.
The doctor told me that he had NEVER seen a sprain so bad in over 20 years of practice WITHOUT some kind of damage. Nothing broken, nothing torn. SERIOUS hyperextension of just about every tendon and ligament in the ankle though. He predicted that years from now, I'll have wished that I DID break it, as it will never be strong again. He was right. To this day, I can't hold a left footed kick in the air for more than a few seconds, as the right ankle starts wobbling.
He was wrong on his other prediction though. He told me I'd be on crutches for at least 3 months. I went to an acupuncurist and was off crutches in two weeks. Took my Black Belt test only 6 weeks after the injury...
Who says that stuff doesn't work? LOL
Cory
You are not a human being having a spiritual experience, but a spiritual being having a human experience.
She used to have curves and now she just has man-muscles...not so attractive anymore. Strength isn't everything in her case.
Wonder what they'd say if I wore an outfit like that out dancin?
As for the ankle thing....Sorry Q that you have an injury. Ouch. I grew up ice skaking on rivers, jumping over downed logs. Well, falling over downed logs is a better way to put it. My ankles are both a mess. One time, carrying my two year old son while wearing some very high heels, walking on ice, I fell and could not let go of him to put my arms out and came down on top of my ankle. So, my ankles flop around and I have to be very careful hiking on mountain trails and dancing. You can't wear hiking boots on the dance floor, so I have had to build up the strength in my ankles. I don't wear 3" heels anymore though!!!
The ball boys and girls are very careful during one of her matches. If she breaks a string, she's been know to grab a ball boy by the ankles and start hitting backhands from the baseline.
This seemed like the perfect thread to jack a JoeBob update on. As most of you know, I been doing a lot of traveling with business and vacations. I’m only home a few days here and there through the summer and fall. Any way here’s what has been going on in no particular order.
First of all, I’d like to say, nah-na-nananah - we met “the boyfriend” before anyone else did. And I gotta tell ya that he is everything that Charlie says he is. We stopped in to see Charlie and kids on our way home from our week’s vacation on the southern outer banks of North Carolina. You gotta try her chicken mushroom receipe. Sorry, I forgot what she called it. I think she mentioned that she put it on a food Friday thread. Charlie is quite the charmer as well as her kids. She sorta reminded us of a blond GT. She has the perfect assortment of freckles on her face and just full of energy. She is obviously a great parent. (Charlie, you know I had to mention the freckles.)
Can anyone say Ophelia? I rented a beach house on Atlantic Beach for us and sons and wives and grand kids last January. My sons and I had looked forward to the surf fishing. If you were watching the weather channel, the house was just across the main road from the Sheraton where all of the reporters were set up for Ophelia. The Sheraton pier that disappeared during the storm was the first place that I caught up with my sons as I arrived late due to work. Any way I noticed that the end of the pier was really shaky on Monday, 2 days before the main storm hit. It felt like the end of the pier was rising with the waves. I strongly suggested that we get off the pier. As we left the pier we were dodging reporters and telling others not to go out there. Of course this is nothing like what is or has gone on in the Gulf. Ophelia was just a category one. But the winds were relentless for days. They closed the bridges so we couldn’t leave after a certain point even if we wanted to. They imposed a curfew so that we couldn’t loot. (I was really looking forward to looting and upgrading my fishing equipment.) Water mist was blowing through the cracks of the doors. We were without power for 19 hours on Wednesday which was no big deal compared to what could have happened. There was some sort of damage to all the houses in Atlantic Beach and Emerald Isle. Emerald Isle seemed to get more damage than us. There were pieces of roofing scattered every where. We got water damage in the house that we were in. There wasn’t as much flooding as we expected. But there was a fishing boat on top of a fish market just a couple of miles south of us. There was a long strip mall with a metal roof that faced directly into the wind that lost its entire roof. But the biggest thing that upset my grandkids was that the left ear blew off the giant elephant over at Jungleland which was just across the street from us.
A special thanks to Kat for calling and checking on us and offering us refuge.
I was back in Texas and Oklahoma a few weeks ago on business but didn’t have much time there so I didn’t contact any board friends.
We had surprise mail from Belize when we got home, signed from “Emersom”. How come she gets to go every where and I don’t have any fun at all. I never get to go any where.
Gotta go, leaving today for the first show of 5 in a row.
RW, try to keep Bert out of trouble. He sounds like he is getting too frisky.
Thanks for the update. Sounds like you're having some exciting times with your travels. It's also good to know that you put your stamp of approval on Charlie's BF.
Oh and btw, the next time you're in our area you'll have to stop by and let us make you dinner......or supper as we call it around here. I could just throw some extra Spam on the grill.
I don't need to keep Bert out of trouble. He does such a good job of it all by himself.
He signs up for tennis lessons. The class is FULL of women. He's one of the most advanced students (anyone surprised?). And then. He sprains his ankle. Severely.
Anyway, I imagine he'll frisk himself around on crutches for a while. He may not be able to serve up a mean tennis ball, but he can still serve up a mean post here on the forums.
If anyone has experience with the benefits of castor oil packs for injuries, please share them here. Bring on the thread drift.
"You gotta try her chicken mushroom receipe. Sorry, I forgot what she called it. I think she mentioned that she put it on a food Friday thread."
Yep, it was on there but don't ask me which one. LOL I don't think I gave it a name. A friend gave me a few ingredients to put together and I changed it a bit and added a few. How about you naming it H2C?
"She has the perfect assortment of freckles on her face...Charlie, you know I had to mention the freckles"
Yeah, I know. Thanks - not
We really enjoyed meeting you and NM too. We had a lot of fun. Got to see that big ol red truck everyone was talking about and even got to experience Emersom. LOL
< How come she gets to go every where and I don’t have any fun at all. I never get to go any where.>
Sweetie-If I told ya once I told ya twict, ya hafta brush them teeths of yourn before they let you on on of them thar planes. Can't be havin durrty teeths on planes.
Sounds like an exciting time on your trip.
My son and I took a water taxi from the island to the mainland. We went through a storm that had water coming in the sides of the boat and swells rocking it to and fro. I was skeered and wet. I was sittin between my son and a little Honduran man. When the boat felt like it was going to tip over I would gasp, reach out, and grab my sons knee and squeeze. The little Honduran man got his leg squeezed too. After the trip he bid me good-bye with a sly little grin.
How cool you got to meet Charlie, her beau, and those cute boys of hers.
I'm going to have to make it out to the Eastern seaboard one these days, but not during hurricane season.
Quinn- How are you going to keep those legs in shape with that ankle?
I know how RW can workout, she can give you piggy-back rides.
Ya sure can visit up north...we always KNOW when the snow is coming, in fact we can count on it, every year now that I can remember. They are oiling the snowplows as I post. But the leaves here are just spectacular right now.
And you were right about me travelling as an escape route. I just can't seem to get a handle on my life here. I don't work, I don't have to take care of kids anymore. I feel like I'm living my life by default. I do a lot of things for my boys and my friends. And I try to help people that touch my heart. I have a lot of fun at times, but I feel kinda lost and useless at times. It can really be disconserting.
Anyway, I've decided to go back to school to take art classes, and I'm going to talk with the Nursing Dept. If they will take me as a student without having to take Anatomy and Physiology and Microbiology all over again, I'll sign up. I have my bachelors, so maybe I can hoodwink them into letting me start with clinicals. But then again, do I really want to work around doctors?
Nice to see you Cory. We just need Chris to show up and we can have a party!
","The little Honduran man got his leg squeezed too. After the trip he bid me good-bye with a sly little grin.""
You know MM, that little Honduran man seems like he was playing you much like a taxi driver in San Jose was playing me. I flew into San Jose and got a taxi to the small airport that my brother-in-law could fly his airplane into to pick me up when I was visiting with them last year. When this taxi driver found out that I was going to be picked up by a private plane I think he decided to give me the ride of my life. It was like the movies where you see a taxi driver darting in between cars that are so close together that you are amazed it could actually fit in without hitting the other two. Anyway, I've never been that scared in my life but I sat back there and knew what he was doing and decided I'd play along with the bastard. I tried not to act scared at all. That was difficult. The thing that really made me mad is that my brother-in-law gave him this huge tip when I got there before I had a chance to pay. He wouldn't have gotten much from me. LOL
.......I've never been that scared in my life .....
So, don't even think taking a taxi in France or Italy... they are known to drive like bats out of hell and they do drive like them... talk about aggressive drivers !!
Quinn,
I’ve been away for a bit and just read your update. I’m so glad to hear about the good things going on in your life, but sorry to hear about your injury. It brought back memories of the day I was wounded at the Alamo. My ankle was severely sprained and my foot was broken. I wasn’t put in a cast but I was given a lovely blue boot that made me walk like Quasimodo and didn’t go with anything in my wardrobe. After about 5 days I threw it in the dumpster. As punishment I was sent to a physical therapist specializing in masochism. It’s a good thing he’s pretty or I would have stopped going the first time he made me pick up marbles with my toes. It sounds ridiculous but it is helping - I’ve become much more agile and I have a new talent that will probably never be useful anywhere. In addition to physical therapy, my doctor makes me come in weekly so he can feel my foot. It’s kind of creepy and one of my coworkers has suggested that he might have a foot fetish. I guess that’s what I get for having cute feet and a fabulous pedicure.
The funny part of this is, one of my friends through HS and college was a 4'10" waif who probably does weigh 55 pounds less than me. (She was interested, I wasn't.)
and its really getting me down. I applied for a job in Ottawa so I am hoping something different and challening/interesting and a total change of scenery may help. Its a big move for me - about an 15 hour drive.
yeeehawww!
