I had a physical today. Somehow I have "amazing" blood pressure, even though my BMI is somewhere on the chart under "Repulsive." I didn't bother explaining that BMI completely disregards muscle mass, that it was created by a Belgian statistician 170 years ago and was never meant to set any sort of standard. What's the point? My mother asked if they checked my prostate (it's a concern as my father is a two-time cancer survivor.) I restrained myself from telling her yes, but the doctor didn't even bother to give me flowers...
I drew a picture for Illustration Friday but it wound up being too depressing. That and it really wasn't any good. Sometimes I think I should do this anonymously. But I don't just want to vent my spleen out into the internet either.
My children want to be near me, and I want to be near them. It's not always sunshine. There are times I don't want to be superdad and take them here and there - but what else would I do, except hide with a blanket over my head? It's important for me too to have stuff to do and look forward to. It's like a race to keep myself from feeling isolated. My friends were always good to me, even when they couldn't be there. I just need to say thank you.
Wishing you happiness, always.