UPDATE: I just read this post and realized I forgot to put the ONE thing I intended to put when I started writing this post. It just sort of took a life of its own and I forgot my original intentions. I guess I am still pretty out of it.

Gracias,
The Other Brian

Well, I know it's rough, but I am going back to work tomorrow in time to work one day before the holiday weekend. One day after a six day weekend. Not bad - huh?

Oh wait...there were the fevers, chills, night sweats, body aches, loss of appetite and constant sore throat. Real fun. So much fun that I forgot about all the crazy from weaning off the SSRI. But no worries, those side effects just took a back seat for a few days, waiting for their turn at the wheel. They are driving now that the strep throat is in the car seat in the back being spoon-fed antibiotics, which of course, give me diarrhea.

Nice vacation. Can't wait to get the photos back.

And all the while I bitch about my pain, I've been reading about hers and I think "What the fuck am I bitching about? Sure, I'm uncomfortable but Gawd! Look what she's going through."*

It's given me some perspective.

Oh, how my heart breaks for this family. Jon and Heather are amazing people. I knew this when I first started reading her years ago. It was this post. In that moment I thought, "She's a bitch. She's my hero! I heart her. I want to BE her."

I have used the word "crag" often in my daily vernacular since that day.

Heather has always been ballsy, fresh and candid and in my opinion the fucking funniest woman on the web.

I admire her so much for sharing her life, its joys and hardships, her family, her photos, her embarrassing moments, her happiness, her pain, her disease with total strangers.

She is simply remarkable. I heart her even more than ever.

*Before anyone says it, Yes! I know my pain is real and I don't discount anything I am going through simple becuase it's not as bad as what other people have gone through. It is very real to me. Trust me. But it helps knowing someone going through something so much worse than I can ever imagine, has the strength to not only survive but recover and become a better person despite it. THAT is what helps me most of all.

PS - Another thing Heather's done for me is curse me. I somehow had NEVER heard Bootylicious until this day. (At the time she had links to the MP3s.) Since then, it's become my silly "make me smile" song. It's also my, "drive The Roommate up a wall" song too.