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Slowly becoming more comfortable with who I am now, enabling others to slowly accept that I’ll never be THAT Jorge again.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Yesterday morning, I woke up feeling perfectly fine. I ran some errands, one of which included a trip to Target to get some things for mine and Tara’s upcoming visit to Louisiana. A couple hours after these errands were completed, I noticed my throat was starting to feel a little bit sore. I thought nothing of it, sucked on a lozenge and figured everything would be fine. By 5:00, I was sniffling, feeling warm, nursing a headache and taking drugs. By 8:00, I was in bed, cursing the sick bastard who touched my Target shopping cart before I did.
Maybe it wasn’t that. But this kind of sick doesn’t just hit you like this without having some driving force behind it. Couple that with the fact that I absolutely refuse to touch most public items, like restroom door handles (Think about it, janitors clean the toilets, mop the floors, wipe down the mirrors, but NOBODY CLEANS THE DOOR HANDLES!), because I get disgusted just thinking about the nasty people that have been there before me. The only ‘public’ thing I touched was that dang shopping cart, and now THAT’S going on my list of things never touch with my bare hands, too.
Back to sleep now. I’ve got Louisianans to think about……