I'm glad that you're opening yourself out more to maximise that which you felt was lacking. I agree with you, women aren't as nerdy as men. But, I did do science so, I have met quite a few nerdy women in my travels. I remember a Friday evening at the lab. We'd put down the experiments to go have some drinks, as Friday was "social night" and I felt like I belonged for the first time. Just amongst these people who think like I do, appreciate sciences like I do, and talk about how we're not going to survive the zombie apocalypse and why, from an evolutionary stand point we would have been selected for or against etc. Felt good. Are you required to do more woman things because of the shift? I can see you're taking the change in your stride, so I'm seeing positives. In terms of the male relationships, I suppose a balance may arise. It is always possible that a balance will arise, though there is no guarantee of how soon that will come.
Yea, she's never been pushed to that point. She won't accept what happens even after I've described it to her so...I just let it go. It's not at all a great place to be, are you feeling better now? Any hope of resting on the weekend?
Shortbread is shortbread in my book, I don't judge, I just devour. Grandmas always have the best recipe. I will take that virtual pudding and...yup, delicious. What I am seeing is you throwing yourself back into something you enjoy so, you may be picking yourself up slowly? In spite of the fatigue and the crappy neighbour? It's good to see. I know a few posts back you had a hard time seeing it, so I'm letting you know.
And thank you for telling me that and the safe space. I'm touched.
I promised you a choice moment with my mother: Yesterday,on the way to the hospital, I'm in pain and can't handle anything and she wonders out loud to me that she can't understand how people can get depressed so easily. She referenced my aunt who has been the main caregiver of my uncle (mum's brother), who has alzheimer's and is now pretty far progressed, for 6 years. And me. She looked a me and said she only wished I was more like her. Because apparently, when she gets sad, she just picks herself up. Such a comfort.
And the nurse last night, I was telling her what meds I was on so whatever meds I was given wouldn't have an adverse reaction. She asked why I was depressed. I don't look depressed so what makes me depressed. Luckily I didn't have to ask for a different nurse because it was shift change.