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Man's got to know his limitations
Sep. 8th, 2003 05:00 amI got sick today working out at Lesley's. I have decided that once I am moved I am seeing a doctor and getting on some medication for acid reflux. For those who don't know, I have this disease very badly. Everyone on my mom's side of the family does. You know that commercial for the medicine that goes "if you have persistent heartburn two or more times a week..." Well, two or more times a DAY is not uncommon for me. And today I threw up from drinking a damn bottle of gatorade. That's enough. I've been thinking I could just tough it out, but I can't go on living like this. I don't care how much the damn medicine costs, I've been on it before and it's worth every penny. So whether my insurance covers it or not, I'm there.
In other news, played in my local Crab vs. Mantis L5R tournament last night. Lots of very good, very original decks running around. Was the second tournament in a row where it's come down to me vs.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hotokegi for first and second place. He won soundly, but I still walked out with a handsome Crab/Mantis card binder and some of the store's foil rares. It more than made up for the rocky beginning of the day. Tried to give dad his birthday present a day early because he'd been down all day and thought it might cheer him up, but it didn't work. He was like "why didn't you wait 'till tomorrow?" I know he didn't mean it to be harsh, and he apologized, but it upset me. *sigh* The man's not happy unless he's worrying. Now he's fretting over getting his utilities, phone, etc. switched on/over. Most people see this as an inconvienience of moving. He sees it as something to fret about. Living with him has taught me that I get much of my tendency to fret from him and not from my mother like he says I do. I've consciously shed a lot of that tendency over the last several years, and I've still got a ways to go, but him... man, I don't know how anybody can get along when they view life as that much of a wrestling match. Well, once he's in the house he can sit back and enjoy his retirement. And if he doesn't I will wrestle him until he does.
In other news, played in my local Crab vs. Mantis L5R tournament last night. Lots of very good, very original decks running around. Was the second tournament in a row where it's come down to me vs.
hotokegi for first and second place. He won soundly, but I still walked out with a handsome Crab/Mantis card binder and some of the store's foil rares. It more than made up for the rocky beginning of the day. Tried to give dad his birthday present a day early because he'd been down all day and thought it might cheer him up, but it didn't work. He was like "why didn't you wait 'till tomorrow?" I know he didn't mean it to be harsh, and he apologized, but it upset me. *sigh* The man's not happy unless he's worrying. Now he's fretting over getting his utilities, phone, etc. switched on/over. Most people see this as an inconvienience of moving. He sees it as something to fret about. Living with him has taught me that I get much of my tendency to fret from him and not from my mother like he says I do. I've consciously shed a lot of that tendency over the last several years, and I've still got a ways to go, but him... man, I don't know how anybody can get along when they view life as that much of a wrestling match. Well, once he's in the house he can sit back and enjoy his retirement. And if he doesn't I will wrestle him until he does.
