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My Life Thus Far
The Work Of Art That Is Me
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Nothing says "I love you" like food poisoning! Snookums
and I spent our last night together writhing in pain. It
was great (not). Snookums wanted cheesecake as a treat. It
being his last night home and all. Well, it didn't work
out so well for us. By 3am both of us were awakened by
cramps and a very unhappy tummy. Thankfully both of us
were feeling better in time to get Snookums to the ship. I
just wish our last night together hadn't included diarrhea
and vomiting.
I dropped Snookums off a little after 8am. Liberty expired
at 9am, which was good because I wouldn't have been able
to drag myself out of bed any earlier. I was NOT feeling
good at all. There wasn't a long, drawn out good-bye.
Neither of us could have handled that. I could see the
tears welling up in Snookums eyes. He always cries when he
leaves. His sensitivity is touching, but it makes it
harder for me. I try not to let the children see me cry.
If I cry, they'll think something is wrong and I don't
want them to feel insecure. It's a lot of pressure.
Over the past couple days I've met a few other Stennis
wives on Myspace. I don't know why I didn't think of
reaching out to them sooner. I've always stayed away from
other Navy wives. I never wanted to be part of their
clicks. Now I'm starting to see the benefit of maybe
having a support group. Other woman in the same situation
as me. Maybe it'll keep me from finding comfort in all the
wrong places.
I had an on-call tonight. I was hoping they wouldn't want
me to work. Staying home sounded like a better idea, but
it didn't work out that way. It never does. I can't think
of a time when my on-call wasn't used. Why would I expect
it to not be used today? Turns out going to work was
probably the best thing I could do tonight. The girls were
having a great time playing with Amy (their sitter) when I
left. Probably more fun then they would have had had I
stayed home. Being with my co-workers (who are a generally
cheerful bunch) lifted my spirits a good deal. I wish that
feeling could have stayed with me, but almost as soon as I
got home and Amy left, I instantaneously felt alone.
I need to get myself on track. As far as getting into
shape, there's no better kick-start to a weigh loss plan
than a gastrointestinal upset. I've hardly eaten a thing
today due to queasiness. My goal is to get into the best
shape I possibly can in the two months that Snookums is
gone. I want to be a knock-out when I meet him on the pier
in November! This doesn't mean I don't love myself, I just
want to improve on the work of art that is me :) Ciao.
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