Last night, I wanted to get an education in country music...

I remembered my friend Michael talking about it and how he liked it...actually, he can't remember exactly what group he mentioned (I don't think he did, because I'd have remembered it. haha).

What I remember though was a different thing altogether about country music...and why he liked it.

As with everything from that afternoon, I've learned to look at things with new eyes. It did indeed push me out of my usual comfort zone, but in a good way. Afterwards, I had a bit of a time "readjusting" to my usual environs after having talked to someone who felt so similar to me, but had seen so much more of the world than I ever have in the same number of years (we're almost the same age).

Anyway, this was one of his suggestions...it was one of my favorites. Stoney Larue is something else... That man can write! :-) I like other songs now, but this was a good opener. :-)

Thanks Mike!

Love,

S.

With the looming deadline, I've decided to write something that would help get me started.

Since I've promised to write [almost] everyday, I think this will also serve the purpose to "warm me up" and give me a much-needed jog of my writing skills. This will be a free-form piece, not much editing here, so it's going to be crap, pretty much.

SO anyway, Sammy, this was just another one of those days... I saw some patients, talked to people, and ate some things. You know, the usual day.

There was nothing out of the ordinary today, except that I think I scored one little triumph with one patient today. :-) I cannot fully take credit for her recovery, because for the most part, she did most of it, and I have only been there occasionally to guide her. However, it was a team effort, and she has the desire now to help other people who are recovering as well.

When she started, she was an emotional mess, all tears and anger and poor insight. And with her willingness, and the constant support of her benefactors, she has improved.

It was a wow moment. :-)

Love,

E.

"The Surgeons"

I haven't actually read it yet, as I had only recently found it in my bedroom drawer (after ages of storage), but when I do have time, I will definitely give it a read.

Love,

Eloisa

P.S. It's my favorite surgeon's birthday today. Happy birthday!  :-)

Current mood...

I've been contemplating writing again, actually, for quite a while now.

This morning, I picked up my newest journal again, and started to write out my thoughts again. I think I must've penned a love letter. <-- These things are never sent, but I prefer that they be written out just so.

I'm getting clunky at this...it's been a while that I haven't written, or blogged, and it's like shaking out my legs after having been on my back for a long time. Terribly unpleasant... I feel that I may have to work on it some more.

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Still, the thought of leaving my life undocumented leaves me with a feeling of pain. I think I may have lost whole chunks of my life, when I did not write, nor leave anything on record. The papers I've written on tell me otherwise, but life on paper cannot possibly last.

My words, will instead, be immortalized on google servers for posterity's sake. :-)


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I did two courageous things the past couple of days.

1. I went to the research coordinator to talk about my research, finally.
2. I told someone I didn't want to be part of the hullabaloo of his life anymore, and that I didn't want to bother him anymore.

The two above entailed a lot of time and avoidance, but I eventually had to face them. One of them made me extremely afraid, and the other made me extremely sad, but I knew that I had to get around to doing them both sooner or later.

--- I pray for strength, for now and for always.

~ Love, Eloisa.