Antibiotics/Blast from the past
Finished packing a few moments ago. Took the practical side and I’m carrying just a few basics. Why? Because good people died somewhere between my past life and this one. Takes me a lot of puppy eyes and winks to convince some “man” to help me get my suitcase. Anyway, karma is a bitch.
After three days of absolute rest, I started to feel like a caged lion. Since I couldn’t stand it anymore, decided to see a doctor. I wasn’t feeling that bad, actually. It’s just that I need to gather some strength for tomorrow, and antibiotics seem to help.
On a lighter note, I’m so shocked!! I was looking to some pics of this girl I’ve known for many years and she’s got a pic with D when they were 13-14 ! That guy I crushed on during all my teenage years! He looks exactly like the last time I saw him…. then he put on a lot of weight and stopped being cute. That pic made me smile a bit.
That’s life 