  Another busy week. I'm not complaining; but i did have a disturbing revelation: I've been happy. For a while, now. That's not the disturbing part. The disturbing part is that the start of this newfound happy and contentedness concides perfectly with the dianose of fibromyalgia.
"Robyn. You have a chronic, incurable illness. It won't kill you, but, it sucks. " "Are you sure, doctor? " "Yes, yes I am. " "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! " I think i understand why i'm happy, though. Shit is offically explained. I've been achey, sleepy, feeling like crap, and sick all the time, and now, i know why. I can't remember who said it, but it has been said that people prefer an explained world to one that isn't - even if that world is very poorly explained.
I keep on thinking, though, what would happen if i walked into the doctor's office, and she told me that she had made a mistake in her diagnosis? Went to training on Saturday. It was good, i learned a bunch and got to interact with Aki and Red. (Well, not so much Aki..) Kurt and i got lost twice, and i was violently ill; some sort of weird stomach flu bug. There were about four cars off the road on the highway heading home, the roads were utter shit, and i had the window wound down most of the way home due to nausea. I was so totally going to bed after i got off the phone with my folks. But, it was Saturday. Saturday is SD day, where he and Kurt play video games until dawn. An unexpected guest was CBG, and then, to round off the night, drunken minako came to crash. It was a veritable revolving door of friends.
It was great. Well, despite the incessant feeling that i was going to puke some more. Minako took that over, though, she was one sick puppy. She took us to the Big Stop for lunch today, and was much healthier than i would have expected. I'm still excited about work. 
