Infection

Exactly what my stitches have a minor case of.

They are officially out, all nine of them... Now I have an antibiotic prescribed to me to deal with said minor infection... Ah well, at least now I can do things without concern of ripping the stitches, and no longer have to worry about the flesh that was growing around them.

The downside to my doctor's trip today, is that I'll be on paxil again, a drug I've been on once to little effect... As well, I have discovered, to much chagrin, that there is only one female psychiatrist in the entire city, and her with a year waiting list for patients.

The doctor is going to look into it and perhaps see if there are any others that have perhaps recently entered the profession or the like. In all seriousness, with the amount of people that go to university and college to be head shrinks, is it really -that- rare for a female to come out of it?

In other news... I've been updating and tweaking the few dating profiles I have going, to be a touch more honest. Strange as that may seem, and I can say I don't see it mattering a whole hell of a lot. If women weren't messaging me before with am "easy going, laid back" profile, I don't see how saying, "Yeah, I'm a Gorean and this is my thing" is going to get much better results if any.

It seems to me that all my PoF profile is good for, is to let Sarah stalk me. Yes, that is right, I suspect her of using PoF to stalk me to see if I'm still alive, "ok" and around... Why she wouldn't email me, respond to a journal post, or message me on msn, as opposed to stalking me from the shadows, I don't know. I may not want anything to do with her after three months of lies, that doesn't mean I wouldn't coldly, and courteously respond to her if she ever made contact.

Admittedly, I think that after our last night together, the night I slit my wrists in her absense, that she despises me, no matter what she says. I don't think she wants anything to do with me, which confuses me to why she'd be stalking my PoF.

So I was halfway through this entry, when an old friend, Corey, banged on me door. Not something I particularly expected, in fact, didn't expect at all... However she was there because I had made mention to a friend about my endeavor to the afterlife and she was concerned and no one was giving her information about how to get in touch with me.

So we spent an hour and a half just... Talking... And then went out with Jenn (another close confidante friend) for drinks and sushi.

It was a fun night that I enjoyed immensely. I hope we can do it more often, in fact, we shall be doing it again on thursday... Kidnapping Shaun in the process (since he pussied out tonight).

I suppose I really should look long and hard at those whom are in my life, as associates and otherwise... I may find myself more rich in friends than I ever really knew. Corey is a beautiful young woman, intelligent, witty, wise, and clumsy as well. Were she single, and understood my lifestyle more (to know that Master/slave isn't the only avenue), she'd be an almost perfect match... Aside from the fact she's not a gamer. However her intelligence and wit make up for it.

Ah well... Stitches are out, hurrah. Will be gettingmy antibiotic tomorrow along with the paxil which will (supposedly) balance out my moods.

So that is all... Stitches are out, I start work in less than a week, I'm developing a social life again, I have an illegal alien cheating lying stalker, and life is... Good.

Peace,

Chris