I've long held that my birthday really is not a happy day. In years past I've even flat out refused to celebrate it due to the ill-fated events that seem to perpetually surround the days leading up to my birthday. For years now, at least four consecutive ones and about seven others interspersed in the mix, I have been a varying degree of "sick" on my birthday.
Though I can now joke about it fairly easily, last year I nearly died. In years past I've been in hospital, the emergency room, at Mayo Clinic, or just simply so miserably swollen that I couldn't move. And while these incidences have not all happened precisely on my birthday, they have been near enough to it, on one end or the other, to essentially ruin any fun of celebration. In case you questioned, going to the hospital really gets in the way planning parties.
In keeping with tradition, this year I have had the most awful migraine headache since last Wednesday. If I am counting correctly, that makes it five days now. Granted, in comparison to some of the above mentioned health snafus I've been in, a five day migraine seems minor. And really, mostly it is. But it's ironic (and yes, I really do think) just a little that this lingering migraine would pick my birthday week to come and make camp in my head.
But I chose to treat it as a minor invasion and I partied anyway. Not a large party - nothing big or fancy. That's not quite my style anyhow. I mostly don't like my birthday. It's usually a reminder that I am sick. But today I chose to be sick and celebrate that though I am sick I'm also alive. Breathing. Walking. Thinking. So we had dinner at Olive Garden. We - my family and Trisha and Kari. They brought me gifts and cake and laughter. Which, as the saying is said, is the best medicine.
I go to bed tonight being 25 for the first time. Having had a migraine for five days. Wondering if it's going to go away or if it is something that I will be living with seven years from now. But I go to bed tonight, on my birthday in keeping with tradition.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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