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May 9th, 2005

cjsmith: (cjlo joe1)
Monday, May 9th, 2005 08:36 pm
I'd be happier if I learned to forgive old hurts.

Sometimes I find it easier to forgive if I can put myself in the other person's shoes and understand a little - what pressures that person was under, what might have been meant but not said, what might have been said but not meant.

Sometimes I can forgive if I just don't give two hoots about the other person at all. It's incredibly freeing to hold someone in (let's be honest here) such low esteem that I don't care what they think of me. Sadly, or perhaps gladly, this one's rare for me.

Sometimes I can forgive if it's been long enough that I'm not the same person I was. I care less what was done to that CJ, or I now see how I set myself up for it.

Often times, an apology (particularly an indication that hurt wasn't intentional) is all I need. Then it's over, done, gone.

Those are the easy cases. They're so easy it's almost cheating. Real forgiveness... no, I don't think I'm quite so good at that.
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Monday, May 9th, 2005 09:54 pm
Ninety-nine point nine. I'm feeling pretty darn okay, oddly enough. (Not counting the rebound pain from going off Indocin this morning. Doc said if it isn't helping, forget it, so I did... but that leaves my feet and abdomen quite unhappy until I stabilize again.)

Maybe that one just reads high? Really high?

Now I'm trying the adorable pink thermometer that came in the adorable pink case and cost something like four times as much as the normal ones. You guessed it, gentle reader, it's a fertility thing. Its scale goes only to about 100.5 and I have no idea whether it is meant to be stuck under the tongue. Er, under the tongue of the lady whose temperature is being taken, anyway. Before you all leap helpfully to tell me -- I don't need to know. Honest.

Aw darn, the Fertility Thermometer agrees. 99.9 on the dot. Either my uvula is ovulating or I'm still sick. I think I don't need to know the answer to that one, either.

[PS: No, we're not planning anything. I own this adorable pinkitude because the regular thermometers were sold out.]