Happy November

I know, long time, no updates. It’s November already, wow! My mom will be having her birthday next week, and after that, I’ll have the house to myself for a few days! I’m so excited. I’ll have one day of school, a house to myself, and plenty of time to think things over. More on that in a bit.

This past Monday, I went to the school counselor and changed my major to practical nursing. I have next semester’s schedule all planned out, and I’m looking at sixteen credits, some of which are only a month or so long. The big one is anatomy and physiology; it is a five credit course and meets twice a week for the whole semester. I planned it so if I needed to take a vacation, it could happen. Basically, I’m looking at a Tuesday to Thursday class the last half of the semester in the evenings, which is pretty awesome, or at least I think so.

Last week, I spent ten hours outside of class to work on this group project presentation. I have no idea why I volunteered to work on the group activity, it was really hard. Our group gave our presentation on Wednesday evening, and I think we did well. After looking at the other group’s presentations, I think we went out of our way on doing a group activity. The other groups handed out paper visuals and did a word find, while we handed out cards that people had to place into the correct envelopes to represent that specific term or part of a MIS.

I’m sorry I haven’t been able to update for a while. If you asked my friends, you’d see that I’ve been pretty withdrawn the past couple of weeks. There’s something wrong with my mental state. I stopped taking my BCP since I felt different with all the hormones in my body; I didn’t feel like myself. I still don’t. Can you believe, I’ve actually thought about ending my life? I’m not stupid enough to do it, but me having somewhat uncontrolled thoughts about it makes me worry.

I feel like a piece of me is missing, and I don’t know why. I’m happy that a man I met almost a year ago has started talking to me. He wants to come visit me, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea, since I’m afraid he wants to be more than friends. The age difference is too far apart for us to be doing that sort of thing, anyway. He used to be a teacher, and he’s had to deal with teenagers and their emotions before, and I’m hoping that if I have a chance to talk to him about it, it’ll make me feel better. I like to talk to people who don’t know who my friends are, or to people I don’t know at all, since it makes me feel more secure about what I have to say; nobody will know and they won’t tell anyone.

A Date At Perkins

Well, If you were me, you’d be in shock. Well, I’m really not in shock, I’m just a little surprised. There’s a fine line between shock and surprise.

I didn’t tell you about what I did on Friday night. At the time I didn’t think it was really important, not that it is now, but I suppose I should explain to give you the full effect of the story. I’m an adult and my mom has a problem with me going out at night. She keeps telling me her excuse is that she was my age and there were guys who wanted to get in her pants. But I think she’s being a little hypocritical since she moved to Florida when she turned eighteen had a forty year-old black man be her sugar daddy. I know she’s just trying to look out for me, but still, when I tell her I’m going to hang out with my guy friends she doesn’t believe me. She thinks that when I hang out with a guy after 7:00PM it’s going to involve sex.

I’ve already talked to my dad about my feelings on the issue, and he said it would be courteously just to leave a note where they can find it and bring a cell phone. My mom hasn’t grasped the idea of me doing that yet. So, what did I do? I left. Friday night I went out with a man. Yup, a man. He’s older than me, and he treated me well. There weren’t any problems at all. I did what she asked of me, left her a note and brought my cell phone. On Sunday she finally brought up where I went on Friday and why I didn’t tell her. She didn’t ask on Saturday so I didn’t tell her. She thought I was keeping something from her. And in a way I was, but I wasn’t. I don’t think I should have to tell her what I’m doing or where I’m going every second of the day now that I’m eighteen. So on Friday night I went out with a nice man. He picked me up and we went to get a bite to eat. I told my dad that I went out with some friends, and I didn’t get questioned because he knew I left a note and brought my cell phone.

I started talking to this guy online and I made plans so we could meet again on Friday. But no, he had to tell me that he thinks he’ll be cheating on a girlfriend that he doesn’t have. I don’t know what’s up with that. And then he kept asking me for advice about his love life…and I tried to help him out, but something was just odd about it, and I was talking it over with a great friend and we came to the conclusion that he is gay. There’s nothing wrong with that, but he’s in denial pretty badly and I wanted to help him. Oh well.

My mom had a doctor appointment yesterday. She was called to review her lab results. When we arrived at the clinic to check in, she wasn’t feeling well at all, and to make things worse, as if they weren’t already, the doctor called in sick. She was sent to the lab again for more tests to see if anything changed and she’s supposed to go over those with the appointment she has with the doctor this afternoon.

My mom woke me up early today to eat breakfast at the Northland Inn. I went with her only because she needed the company and she gets a free meal if someone goes with her. The two of us ate for less than if we were to go to a sit down restaurant, which I think is interesting considering how expensive the hotel is. During breakfast my mom and I decided to go to the outlet mall to get some more dishes and silverware. She had to stop at home to get the other checkbook though. She checked the messages and you would not believe what was on the message…her doctor called in sick today as well. This visit is important because it’s for her pre-op physical since she’ll be having surgery to remove her gallbladder on Tuesday (hopefully). She called for another appointment and she’ll be seeing the same P.A. she saw yesterday. But as crazy as it sounds, I think they don’t like her. They’re just passing her onto another doctor. And she keeps having bandages put on her wounds. But one of these days, the bandage isn’t going to heal, and they’ll have to “fix” her back to normal.

It’s just weird since my mom never shows the classic symptoms of anything anymore. She didn’t for her neck, gallbladder, or pancreas. Since she doesn’t have “pain” she can’t be diagnosed with anything because supposedly people with inflamed pancreases and gallstones have “pain” but the pain she gets is in the form of sore muscles which doctors don’t consider “pain.”