How's Everyone Feeling Right Meow?

[Edwardo Piet]

I'm having one of the best days I've had in a long while.

[vorlon13]

going to attempt running some errands this afternoon

not feeling real well, but better than recently.

Maybe I get out and going I'll perk up some

astonishing how fast I'm becoming an invalid over this stooopid medical problem, but procedure to fix it will be soon enough and it's virtually guaranteed I''l see an enormous turn around

[Haipule]

Yeah, I remember my first... That Bitch! She, an older woman, TRAINED me how to be her worlds greatest lover! And I thought I was a sex god! Unfortunately, all women are completely different and I was thoroughly confused for years! I mean: how does "Oh Yeah Baby!" turn into "What the fuck are you doing?!" Or, how does "OOOHH, that fells sooo good!", turn into, "Ouch! 'stop that you creep!" I survived! I think sex education needs a completely different focus.

That is damn funny.   I went down the older woman path in my early 20's when I was much less naïve.

I think I was 16 at the time she wrote me the letters, and she was a year behind me.  We were freshman/sophomore in high school.  We were definitely both early bloomers from a physical perspective.  My nickname in high school was Magnum (after Magnum PI) because I permed my straight black hair, had chest hair, and wore a full mustache (it was an 80's thing).  I remember running in a high school track meet where a coach from a school we never competed against wanted proof I wasn't some college ringer.  I went totally opposite in the 90's.  I went clean shaven and grew my straight black hair down to my ass.  I was 5'11" in 8th grade and haven't grown an inch since.  Being an early bloomer had advantages with buying condoms.  Nobody even batted an eye at me.

We were both farm kids, and lived about 15 miles apart as the crow flies.  Almost every morning I hopped on my damn huffy 10 spd and hauled ass to our secret wooded rendezvous spot on her parents property for a little pre-class nookie.  Then I would hop back on my huffy haul ass 10 miles into town to try and get to school with enough time to hit the shower before first bell.  We'd repeat that after school on days I didn't have sports practice.  That was some fucking dedication    Emotionally we were lost in each other with no anchor of previous experience to ground us.  We pretended we were married, and she signed her letters to me using my last name instead of hers.   

It all came to a crashing halt when my mother found some of the letters she wrote me (but obviously not all of them) and discovered we were sexually active.  My mother called her mother and spilled the bean.  Both sets of parent forbid us from dating each other.   After that, history gets a little foggy.  But, it became impossible to continue.  My parents had teachers at school watching to see if we were together.  It's not like we had snapchat, Instagram, facebook, etc to keep in contact.  Letters to and from each other were intercepted. 

I haven't thought about this stuff in a very long time.  Good and bad memories for sure.  I didn't have another girlfriend until halfway through senior year in high school.  She was a nice Methodist girl that I dated for two years, married at age 20, and divorced less than nine months in.  That is a story for another time.

That is such a great story! Funny, I was 6'1" when I was 14 and haven't grown an inch since, thank God. I also was an early bloomer and had a mustache and could buy beer! I would run to the beach to surf to the last second and then run home and throw on a t-shirt and flip-flops and run to school! I was sound asleep by 4th period!

I flunked every class(except cooking which was 1st period and I was hungry) as a freshman(by the way, I also flunked kindergarten; it's difficult but, it can be done!). My stepfather took my surfboard away and told me I could have it back when I had a "B" average. I seriously charmed my teachers(I dated some but don't tell!) until I could prove my "B", about 2 months. He gave me back my board and told me I could surf anytime I wanted--just keep the "B"!

Regardless, when I was a senior, I didn't have enough credits to graduate with my class but, the vice principle said, "I don't want to see him here this summer or, next year! 'Just give him the diploma and get him out of here!"

I didn't get married until I was 35 and never had kids. I've never 'grown up' and I am my wife's only child and she spoils me rotten! I'm currently a trophy husband living on the beach in Maui!

[Edwardo Piet]

Feeling very excited.

[vorlon13]

Up and on here for a bit till it's pill time.

Had to get up for a pee break and dry out from soaking my t-shirt in sweat.

Inflammation from gall bladder issue has intensified of late. While running my errands yesterday was getting pretty close to characterizing my torsonic discomfort as chest pains and it was accompanied by some trouble inhaling. If not acutely aware of my problem, I'd have gone to the ER for a possible heart attack.

As soon as I eased up on my activity level I noted a considerable improvement, and that was a relief.

Also, was advised skin itching was a possibility as my internal chemistry drifts further and further off of norm and they are correct, I'm itchy all over.

Blech !

[KittyAnn]

I don't feel good today ... but I see that some of us are getting worse ... so I won't complain...

I hope everything will return to normal, soon ...I wish you all the best Vorlon

smile to me please...ooo just like that ☺ you see much better😉

[Longhorn]

Cold. Nauseous. Anxious. Insomniac. Head hurts. Depressed

[Clueless Morgan]

Cold. Nauseous. Anxious. Insomniac. Head hurts. Depressed

I share your nausea, anxiety and mild depression.

But I bought some new running shoes today so I just be at least a little hopeful about the future.

[Catholic_Lady]

Two days post op. Recovering from surgery at the moment.

[Haipule]

Two days post op. Recovering from surgery at the moment.

Glad to hear your on the mends! Praying for the best possible outcome.