Right now I'm sooo tired. I woke up this morning for swimming for the first time since April. I nearly died; I'm incredibly out of shape. It felt good though and I was really glad to be back. So what if the doctor's don't want me swimming yet? They have all told me that my heart is doing well and that I'm healthy, they just want me to gain more weight. I will do that, I just can't have them controlling every little thing in my life anymore.
Last week I didn't really do much. Had a horrible appointment on Monday which kind of ruined my whole week. On Friday I went to the Piedmont Parade and ran down the street like an idiot spraying water at little kids. Then I hung out with Emily and Dana for a bit. The rest of the weekend I did absolutely nothing. How exciting.
