Against Me! was amazing. That was Thursday night in Orlando. The Valkyrie and the Naiad got to meet Laura Jane Grace after the show, and they were over the moon about it. The Valkyrie got Laura to autograph her Midori cover with a Sharpie. It’s awesome.
Other stuff that’s been going on:
I’m not going to be able to have my hysterectomy this Wednesday. I’m sick. Breathing hurts, my sinuses hurt… Yeah, no surgery. I’ll schedule it for May or so, after my semester is over.
This last Wednesday I found out that the Valkyrie didn’t know she was triggering me for all these years. We were both horrified that I’d never told her, that she’d never known. Talking about it made everything better. I’m so happy.
Thursday I had lunch with my former BFF. She wants to be friends again, saying she’d never stopped being my friend. She just needed time to heal from the death of her cat while she was away, and that seeing me reminded her of the cat. She doesn’t seem to understand that she could have said that to me in one sentence way back when and we could have avoided everything that happened after. She says she’s sorry for being an asshole about it, but… I dunno. We’ll see what happens.
Friday I attended a seminar about dealing with compassion fatigue. It was… okay. Not as good as I’d hoped for, and the heteronormativity of the old white cis male presenter annoyed the fuck out of me. (Seriously, for a laugh he had talking dolls that were supposed to be the perfect girlfriend and boyfriend. The girl said shit like, “It’s okay that you left the toilet seat up, honey. It makes it easier for me to clean.” The boy said things like, “Can we go cuddle and just talk?” It was offensive as fuck.)
Saturday I ran errands and then laid around the house a bunch because my hip hurt.
Today I drove up to my mom’s house (75 miles away) to do some stuff around her house for her. I am very annoyed that my sister can’t drive the five minutes to Mom’s house to change a freaking light bulb. We had a nice lunch, though, and I dug through a 13 year old box that I’d left behind when my ex-boyfriend and I broke up. There was one of his sweatshirts in there. Now I have long-sleeved shirts belonging to two dead exes. (The other is a jacket given to me by a girlfriend around the time she was diagnosed with a brain tumor.) It’s… weird. Also in that box was a forgotten and unopened gift from a friend who killed himself about five years ago. I haven’t opened it yet. I’m not ready.
And that’s been my week. I’ll probably go to bed early tonight, as the Valkyrie has physical therapy in the morning…