Dear L.I.F.E. 176 Readers, TGIF!
At least, that’s what you must say to your brain after a heavy and painful week.
At least for me, I know it wasn’t my best week so far and hopefully my last one that becomes like this.
This week, has been very emotional on all possible ways.
I feel like if this is worst than my personal diaries.
Anyhow, on Monday I had to go pay my respects to a funeral. Close co-workers that I’ve learned to appreciate in their own unique way. They’ve taught me so much in the past 9 months, and yet it never stops.
On Tuesday, it was a shitty day outside and inside. No matter how hard you try to motivate yourself, can’t blame myself that mother nature was probably furious at the world, and the world was deeply asleep. While my emotions were getting back together. And barely saw hubby, don’t even remember if we saw each other or not. It’s terrible...
On Wednesday, it was better than Monday and Tuesday, however, found out that my health status isn’t getting better. But with treatment and persevering and keeping positive vibes, I’ll be able to say proudly, “I made it!” with a big large fat smile. Still went early to bed, too tired.
On Tuesday, I felt very emotional, wasn’t able to see hubby since he was sick. Went home, got extremely wet in the morning and evening on my way home because of mother’s nature graciously water park in the city. Went home, ate diner, took shower, dried hair and went to bed.
On Friday, I woke up without any problem. Arrived at a great time to work, had a big smile, there was a very long line before placing my order to Jugo Juice (yes-I’m a big fan of it). Felt again what it feels when a colleague asks you to forgive him for being so feisty. Felt weird, but we both ended with a big smile and teamwork was able to finish all tasks for the day! My music class got canceled and rescheduled for tomorrow, my hubby was still sick so had to cancel plans again.
On my way home, in the metro, saw a guy from my block. It has been a very long time I haven’t seen him. Inside the cabin, it was crowded, yet he was shy to sit next to me and even hesitated at first. I was sad, but at the end he sat next to me. There was a lady who was going to get off, then she asked him:
“Sir, can I ask you a question?” - the elderly woman said
“No.”-the man replied in a cold tone.
That man is able to live, because he fights everyday, on a daily basis.
Let’s call him Oliver. Oliver, is a grown adult man, and suffers from a Cystic Hygroma. They are congenital malformations of lymphatic system. It’s located on his cheek. There is either surgery or treatment, no more. Oliver never smiles, nor talks.
I tried to offer him a gum, but he closed his eyes instead. However, he was staring via the glass reflection. We got off at the same stop, took the same bus, got off before him and started walking to my home.
In the end, we all have different types of problems. But hey, life goes on.
