Sorry, people. I don’t like to post too much, but I forgot about my epiphany!
Last night, when trying to gear myself up for the inevitable needle that was to be stuck into my upper ass cheek, I messaged my nurse friend, Christine. I was scared about Cody giving me this shot since we hadn’t done it in a long time. Besides – why have a nurse friend if they can’t give you tips on how best to stab yourself in the ass? She gave me a few tips and even offered to give the shot to me, and we then went on to have a short little conversation, ending with plans to get together.
Christine and I haven’t talked much over the last few months. In all honesty, I’ve avoided her like the plague. She’s pregnant and really doesn’t like to talk about anything but herself. Also, she’s well into her 8th month now, and I fear that if I see her, she’s for sure going to go into labor. Cause that would be my luck. Christine is also a constant measuring stick or reminder of what I had and lost, since our due dates were about a month apart.
Anyway, I’m laying in bed and I suddenly came to a weird little realization. I am on the PIO shots for a reason I didn’t even know. Yes, it’s to boost my progesterone levels. But maybe I was supposed to be nervous and reach out to Christine for help. Maybe I needed this to not only help my physical health, but my emotional as well.
I need to move on. I can’t be mad at people because they’re pregnant. I can be mad when they’re self-centered or inconsiderate (as she definitely has been) – but I need to learn to let things go. Life keeps going, and I have to as well.
Amazed, once again.