33

Normally I would have posted something on December 7th, but I was sick. On that great day, I turned 33. My co-workers bought me a cake and champaigne, but I couldn't celebrate the way I wanted to. My doctor told me that I am suffering from a respiratory infection brought about by my asthma. In a lot of ways, I was disappointed, but in some ways, I really didn't feel much like celebrating. My counseling session didn't go well this past week, and I walked away feeling somewhat defeated. Over much contemplation, I realize that maybe there was some miscommunication. However, there are some things that I want to address in my next session. I think the one thing I took away from my last session is that there are some things that I can control. That phrase stuck out in my mind. I am a long way from where I used to be, but I don't think my counselor sees that. Or maybe she thinks I don't see it because of some of the stupid things I do. Since I have been sick over the last few days, I have had time away from work to think about things. I will spend the next two weeks at work, and then take a week off for a vacation. In a couple of months, I will be coming upon a two year anniversary of an event that changed my life forever. But the good news is I think I am making progress mentally. I still have my moments when I am not feeling to secure in my surroundings, but I think I am coming along well. I admit I still have my moments when I don't take my medicine regularly, but I have taken the medicine more consistently now than I have in the past year. If I could just make every thing else come into order, maybe I won't make some people angry.