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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Friday morning, 2am

2:00 am. Woke up at 1:00 and can't get back to sleep.

Nasty cold is mostly gone, just a frog left in my throat. I keep hoping it will jump out and keep going.

Middle abdominal pains the past few days, mostly eating soup. Stress or a bug?

Tammy's lipase is back over 500. 70 is normal. Doc wants her back in to hospital, she won't go. He told her clear liquids only, no more food. She's lost 40 pounds since first week of January, can't keep this up. Doc wants her to think about that exploratory surgery going through her back. I told her to think about it too, this is week 10 on record of elevated pancreatic enzymes. Lots of damage being done, and who knows how long it was bad before she went to the hospital.

Work is work. Too busy for them to tackle my projects while I was gone, so now I've got clients calling asking for resolution and I'm scrambling to remember what the hell I was doing. Thank god I take good notes.


Chris is doing ok, he went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I haven't seen him since I got back. Not sure I want to any time soon. I told him I don't have the wherewithall to tackle any unfinished emotional business between us right now.

Charlie sent lovely flowers for my birthday, irises. He's got a lot going on personally and professionally, but he;s still taking time to check in on me. Very sweet.

My personal economy is in a shambles, between Steph's spending spree, the unpaid leave of absence, and vacation expenses. The need to begin looking for a car is now a priority. Steph is actively packing up and hopefully will be out by June, which will leave me without transportation.

Not sure what is going to happen next. Will I be going back to Massachusetts? I don't know. Tammy doesn't like Oregon, too dreary / overcast for her in the winter and spring, she lived here for a couple of years back in the 80s... I asked her to come here to get well... she said she would think about it but she sounded doubtful.

I miss the Dutchman.

Silly me.

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