some rambling thoughts on sickness and twenty-three

I've been dreadfully sick for over a week and am only now beginning to feel human again. When I get sick, my body doesn't allow half measures. I am fraught with nightmares and voices and a whole myriad of inexplicable weirdness.

But finally, finally, I feel better and brighter and this is only aided by the beautiful weather today. I'm sitting in my favourite spot under the Magnolia tree surrounded by colour. The garden is overflowing with wild flowers and the low rumbling buzz of happy bees.

 

It was my birthday on Thursday. I was beginning to feel better, but only slightly. Only the day before I had returned to work only to be entirely overwhelmed by vertigo and nausea. I went to lunch at Semaphore with my mum, nana (who celebrates her birthday on the same day) and my sister. It has become painfully obvious that I am looking into my future when I'm with those women. My mum is becoming more and more like her mother with time and I am becoming more and more like mine. Soon I'll be that strange woman making conversation with every child she sees and anyone standing in line in the supermarket with her. I had a great birthday, first with those three incredible women and then with Tom. I needed a long nap in the middle of the day, but my birthday marked a considerable improvement in my health, which was a nice surprise birthday gift.

We finally got to the end of Breaking Bad and were both thoroughly satisfied by the ending. We have had many debates about Walt, for whom Tom maintained sympathy throughout the series and I grew to loath more and more as it went on.

I'll give twenty-three some more thought over the weekend. I'm not sure if I should be marking the occasion with a "twenty-four before twenty-four" list or a dedicated theme for the year to come or to just let it pass as a milestone of it's own.

How do you like to mark another year of your life?