Dec 14 2002
I woke up today and my neck hurts. I don’t mean that my neck hurts like I slept on it wrong, because that is usually a hot pain in the shoulder area. This is a dull pain right next to my windpipe. Of course, whenever I have any kind of pain I probe the area as hard as possible with my fingers, just to see if I can feel any foreign body or invading alien or something that is causing my pain. Well if you press hard enough on your throat, you will feel some major weird things in there. I found a large knob on the left side of my windpipe about halfway down my neck. As far as I can tell, this is what hurts. What is it? I have absolutely no idea. All I can tell you is that it is inside my skin, so it had better belong there.
I’ve been kind of scanning around the members section of diary-x, just to see if I can get hooked on a cool new journal to read, since The Finn went and deleted his *whine*. Now I am down to three: The B, Hooligan, and Wah. I need to round out my list with a fourth. What I have been noticing is that there are A LOT of depressed teenagers who write journals! It really makes me worry. It seems like every other journal I click on is a poor teenager who hates themselves, their parents, their schoolmates, and their life. It makes me feel superior for about 0.2 seconds until I remember that I was exactly the same way. You can’t escape your past. . . even on diary-x it’s waiting to stare you in the face.
I had a dream last night that I was seven months pregnant and didn’t even realize it until I went to the doctor for a physical. In the dream, my doctor was Beverly Crusher from Star Trek TNG (Goodness, how lame is that?). Anyway, I came home from the doctor just frantic because I was going to have a baby in two months and had NOTHING prepared. I grabbed The Man by the arm and basically screamed at him “We have to go shopping! We don’t have a crib!” What a silly little dream.
We are going to pick up my wedding dress this weekend. I can’t wait to actually get it, because then I will know that it is “safe” and not just being stored by uncaring department store employees who might just step on it or something.