J and I have completely different ways to unwind. I like to read a good novel and take a hot bath he likes to go to the range and blow stuff up or away. Occasionally I too like the sport but not when I'm sick.
Today we did what he wanted to do. He offered to let me shoot and even brought my gun with him. I just wasn't in the mood to shoot. I did pick up brass for him and re-sticker the targets. J likes to reload his own ammunition because he says its a lot cheaper. Okay good hobby for him but I really don't like the idea of gun powder in the house all that much. I'm accident prone and forgetful. All I need to do is accidentally knock down the powder container, split it open and think okay I'll vacuum it up. Not a good idea to vacuum up black powder folks.
Bad photo but still its a good smile.
Even though J loaded up the car with about half of his guns, he decided that the hand guns were good enough for shooting today. Um, I already told him that given the fact its breezy and cold as hell outside neither of us would want to be out in it for more than 3 hours so yeah handguns only. Never listens to me. I guess its the only way he learns, by making mistakes and realizing that well if only he had listened to me. I give up.
Oh and yes I know I sound cranky. Probably the clomid. Could also be the puking, damn stomach. Or maybe its my cold as death fingers hurting so that typing isn't very tolerable, damn arthritis.
I'll find out in about 2.5 weeks, give or take a few days, the results of the biopsies of my stomach. I have to say the waiting is probably going to be worse than the results. I either have an ulcer started from H.plyori or cancer. Those are the only two reasons they said they do the biopsy. Both are treatable, one is curable and the other well I'm just not going there. What this all means to me is just that I might have to cut even shorter my trying to conceive. I can still hope that its nothing and that my stomach will go back to normal once it sheds its lining again.
Life goes on.
