1. I have a weird erratic heartbeat at the moment. It’s been going on for about a month, but my doctor seems to think it’s related to the amount of exercise I do and the amount of Ventolin I take, rather than an issue with my heart, and thus thinks it’s unnecessary for me to see a cardiologist. I don’t want to die. I want to find a doctor I can connect with. It also pissed me off when I asked her about seeing a dietician or psychologist or someone to talk to about my trouble with losing weight, and she told me to eat less and exercise more. Yeh, thanks. I know that. I eat well and I exercise a lot.
2. My birthday was on Sunday, and I had an absolutely awesome, if not drama-filled, weekend. It’s totally made me sit back and rethink my (occasional) excessive lifestyle choices, though. It’s literally taking longer and longer to recover every time that I have a big weekend. I slept for five out of 66 hours – that’s just not normal.
3. I desperately want to go on a holiday. Rhys and I are going to Europe next year, of course, but I’m really looking forward to getting away somewhere else between now and then. I’ve applied for a place in the Rottnest ballot, and I’ve found a cool place in Dunsborough to stay, and hopefully I’ll get to Sydney or Melbourne before the year is out.
4. I’m just a bit… nothing, you know?
