It's been quite a week...for starters my cold is still hanging on. Just when I think I'm getting better, the congestion comes back. It doesn't help that we here in the LA area are now experiencing a normal summer complete with heat and humidity. My other physical problem is my tendonitis; I think I mentioned in an earlier post that it has flared up again and isn't getting better. In the evenings I put an ice pack on it and before bed use either lidocaine patches or the new Salon Pas strips (which smell like Ben-Gay). There's been some relief but the pain is still present. My train buddies are starting to hound me about seeing the doctor. I think they're tired of me limping down the stairs and grimacing! My fear is that my doctor will want to do an MRI and I'll end up having surgery. Not something I feel I'm up to facing, if that is indeed the diagnosis.
Yesterday evening I received an email from my friend K; he's the one who was seriously ill last year. He asked me if I would be uncomfortable attending a pool party at his place if S was there. (If you're new here or have blocked the memory from your mind, S is my ex. Not to rehash the past but you can check out my past posts Love Not Love [there are three parts].) K mentioned the other guys he's invited, all friends and acquaintances. It's as hot as hell and spending part of a day in a pool with friends sounds wonderful; however, I am not ready to be in S's presence. I doubt I ever will be. And so in declining I'll be disappointing K and that makes me feel guilty and childish and stubborn. But I just cannot do it.
The only thing, right now, that is making me feel better is gazing upon today's furry muscle god. I'm certain you all agree that this is a most excellent balm.
BEHR HUGS!
Happy Saturday!
Afterward, my friend and I are going to Disneyland, which is good because I haven't been in a while. I can always count on him to drag my ass out for a good time.
