It has been an eventful week.

I woke up to find that J had went back home on Sunday, June 20th. It was also father's day and my dad made a comment about how I was the last one to tell him happy father's day. Dude, I was asleep. He had an attitude the rest of the day.

Monday, June 21st, was the first day of the prime day deals. I know that amazon is shitty to their employees and I shouldn't support such days, but I love looking at the deals.

Over the course of the prime days, I bought a new shirt (which actually wasn't discounted or anything, but another color of that shirt was), a Kingdom Hearts music box for Da, two Cars themed books for J (only one was a prime deal), a set of "sight word" flash cards for J, some magnetic ties and an underwear organizer (neither were deals), a shelf to display two new figures I bought on ebay (no deals here), and a Chromebook for my dad/both parents.

I've gotten everything ahead of schedule. The drawer organizer wasn't supposed to be here until this upcoming Sunday but amazon just recently notified me it's arriving today so that's great.

The figures I had mentioned were Hatsune Miku Infinity Version and Kagamine Rin SEGA Project Diva Arcade. The shelf I bought for them is 9 inches long and because of Miku's large base, they both hang off the sides slightly. Also, Miku is awkwardly taller than Rin. Miku is supposed to be slightly taller, but not by that much. I bought Miku on June 18th and Rin on June 22nd.

Anyway, while Da was at work on Monday, he messaged me asking if I wanted to go to lunch with him and his aunt the next day. No, of course I don't want to go. She intimidates me. And plus I'm full of anxiety over my doctor's appointment coming up on Wednesday so like I want to save all of my social battery for then. I never quite give Da an answer about whether or not I want to go, but I ask him when he plans to pick me up. He said 11ish. Ugh. Waking up early to socialize? Gross. I didn't sleep well at all that night because anxiety, mostly doctor related.

Tuesday, June 22nd, I woke up I think just a few moments before Da came to my house.

I was terribly tired and tried a few last ditch efforts to get Da to just stay at my house with me and nap, especially since he was tired, too. I was unsuccessful.

We met his aunt at the restaurant and she surprisingly had her husband with her. He had apparently just gotten off work or something.

His aunt was in a good mood and laughed at some of my jokes. Lunch went a lot better than expected. Lots of talk about sex. I was the only one at the table who has had a slut phase. Everyone else at the table, including Da's 36 year old aunt, had lost their virginity recently, within the past year. Aunt's husband is kinda conservative and wanted to wait til marriage and they recently got married. Da had sex for the first time, with me, last September. I believe the day we started dating would also be the day we first had sex, so September 15th.

After lunch, Da and I went to the store to get the groceries I needed and when we got back home, we both napped. After napping and supper, we had some great sex. I fell asleep again afterwards. He let me nap for a little bit before he woke me up so we could cuddle some more before he had to leave.

I'm glad I was able to cuddle and have sex with Da because I enjoy it of course, but also it helped relieve some of my stress and anxiety about my doctor's appointment the next day at 3:30pm.

Wednesday, June 23rd, my mom woke me up at exactly 9:59am, asking if I wanted to go with my parents to pick up J and have breakfast somewhere. I was like, "no, daddy said you'd go pick up J first and then come get me to go to my doctor's appointment." So they left and I tried to go back to sleep, but it was difficult. I still had some anxiety about going. I had set an alarm for 1pm, but when it went off, I went back to sleep. My parents would wake me up when it's time to go. And they did. Well, J did.

J kept me distracted most of the way to the doctors office. I love that little chatterbox.

As soon as my dad pulls into the driveway, I get hit with a rush of anxiety. Fuck. I'm about to go in there and be told I have diabetes and that I gained some more weight and it's going to be awful.

But my mom actually came in with me. She said she wanted to talk to our doctor about my grandma (her mother).

So she sat in the room with me for the first time in years while I had my appointment. I was a little less anxious since she was there. I love my mom.

As it turns out, though, I had no reason to be anxious. The doctor told me my blood work was perfect. Last time I visited my glucose was 104 and this time it was 77. So, no diabetes apparently. Also, my weight has been consistently in the low 230s (233 this time).

And for once, in all the times that I've been to these check ups, she actually asked me about my eating habits instead of just telling me to eat better.

She was actually being fucking nice to me.

So I told her, and had my mom confirm, that ever since I was little and transitioning from liquidy food to more solid food, I would gag and whatnot.

She went on a spiel about food stuff for a while and finally I got an opening to finish what I needed to say. I told her that when I was little, like around 7 years old, my dad would tell me that if I didn't eat better that my metabolism would "catch up to me" and I'd die by the time I was 30. Because of this, I would often gag at food before I even got to try it and would often spend a lot of time crying in the bathroom, praying to God to go ahead and just kill me.

This really hit her in the sympathy card. She really looked sad about it and understanding. She talked about how sometimes food is tied to emotions and that that is really a struggle.

Essentially though, she said it's up to me to try to eat better and be better. All she can do is support and suggest better habits.

At one point much earlier in the conversation, she left the room to get a handout about eating proportions and healthy food, I looked over at my mom and said, "she has never been this nice to me! Did you say something to her? Is it because you're here?" I'll never know.

After we were done talking about me, my mom told her that she wants to talk to her about mamaw.

Mama told her about how mamaw has accused my dad and I of messing with her stuff, how she's added more locks to her door, how she's forgetting and misplacing things, etc. Mama cried.

The doctor said it's probably early dementia. She asked if we could possibly talk to mamaw about coming in before her next appointment in August, but it's unlikely we could get her to do that. Doctor also recommended trying to get my mom to come with mamaw during her next appointment. If she were to go alone, she might deny any goings-on.

The doctor made a note in my grandma's file to try to talk to her a bit about this stuff in August.

We left the doctor's office and I was full of relief. My blood work was PERFECT! I don't have diabetes (yet)!

So my parents start discussing where we are gonna go eat dinner now. My dad turns out of the driveway and immediately into the next one and says, "we could go bowling." Oh hell yeah. I'd love to go celebrate my blood work with some bowling. J, who had stayed in the car with my dad, was very excited about this new update.

So we went and ate at this buffet steakhouse that we'd never been to before (my dad regrets going now, didn't enjoy the food at all, whereas I had a pretty good burger) and then went bowling.

I won that game. I scored an 86. I got at least two spares and I think I got one strike. J did better this time, too, coming in second place with a score of 77. My parents were totally off their game. My dad got so many gutter balls. My mom and dad scored 65 and 64, respectively.

When we got home, I found that the Chromebook I bought for my parents had arrived early. I quickly unboxed it while my parents were outside, but they came in before I could get all the plastic stuff off of it. I told J to come here and gave it to him while telling him to give it to his papaw. Daddy's face lit up a bit and he told me thank you. Mama and daddy both looked pretty happy with it. Mama spent a while afterwards setting it up.

Later that night, my parents wanted to play Yahtzee. Both J and I got a Yahtzee and I won that game as well.

There was so much luck in the air. I have no idea how I was doing so well that day. Good blood work, won bowling, won Yahtzee. Wow.

That night I woke up and had to go pee at 1am after sleeping very well. Going back to sleep wasn't as easy, so I decided to mess around on my phone for a while. I looked up where to buy bowling balls in my area and the nearest place is over 30 minutes away in one of the biggest cities in the state. No thanks. We avoid that city as much as possible because of the traffic.

But it has a website so I looked into it. It actually has free shipping so I proceeded to peruse the balls.

One reason I was looking at bowling balls is because it's often pretty hard to find smaller sized balls (lmao) at the bowling place. Why not just bring one so you don't have to spend 10 minutes looking for them?

So I bought an 8 pound ball, along with some shoes and a bag. $129.45 for all of it. Yikes. But I think it'll be worth it in the long run! Da has his own ball and shoes. I'd no longer have to rent shoes or search for a ball.

I was sad, though, because there was this one very pretty ball on the website that was yellow, but it was on pre-order, which is fine I guess, and the smallest size was 10 pounds. I can't use a 10 pound ball consecutively throughout a game. I have baby hands.

The ball I ended up buying is supposed to be "lava fire," red and yellow. I hope it has plenty of yellow in it.

After purchasing, I put my phone away and went back to sleep.

Thursday, June 24th, I woke up just a few minutes before my parents came into my room to wake J and I up at 8am. That's a pretty gross time to wake up, but we had to go so we could show J his big surprise.

We were going to take him on a cruise of a local lake. The cruise was supposed to start at 10:30am. We got there early and waited a little while until an employee came to tell us the bad news. Apparently there was some damage to the boat including some flooding on the first floor. We could either wait and go on another boat at 1pm or get a refund. We couldn't do the refund because J was so excited and his heart would've been so broken if he didn't get to ride on a boat.

We had about 3 hours to kill. My mom found out that there was a park about 3 miles away so we drove there and immediately turned around before J could notice it. There were lots of people there. We drove further and decided that there's nothing really to do except go back and wait. I suggested we stop and get water and snacks first. Ahh, water is beautiful.

We went back and waited forever. J kept asking what time it was, waiting for 1 o'clock.

Just before 1pm, we notice people lining up near the boat so we get in line, too. We don't get to board the boat until probably 10 minutes after, at least.

J is very happy to be on the boat. His eyes were wide and looking everywhere and he was kicking his legs. I didn't really care about all the sights, I just watched him. I took an almost 20 minute video of him at the beginning of the ride.

He kept talking about how we were in captain-man's boat. He loved talking about captain-man. I took him over to the window where we could see into the captain's quarters, and a crew member got captain-man to wave at J. He was thrilled.

My dad opened a tab and drank several beers and ordered a strawberry margarita for me. Luckily I didn't get ID'd because I didn't have mine on me. I mean, I'm 24 so it wouldn't really matter anyway.

I was already tired and I had some alcohol in me so I was ready for a nap, but I had to stay awake.

The cruise was about an hour long and J was happy for almost the entire ride. Towards the end, he was saying that he was bored and ready to go back home and see granny. Typical.

When we got back in the car, J changed his mind. He wanted to go bowling again! Everyone else was too tired for that, though, so he pouted and whined. On the way home he saw a state trooper car and then he found something else to whine about. He started demanding we go to some stores to look for a state trooper toy car that has working lights on it. My parents told him that we've searched everywhere for one and haven't found one. He kept demanding even after we got home.

I was pretty sad for the day to end like this. J had been in a good mood all day the previous day and most of this day, even saying he had a great day, but then he started having an attitude and acting like a spoiled brat. I don't know what had gotten into him.

I kept falling asleep in my recliner after I finally got to settle down. I went to bed a little after 10pm and I slept very well. I remember waking up at 2:16am to check the time and went back to sleep. I woke up at 7am to pee and ate a few cookies, then went back to sleep. Finally, I woke up sometime after 11am. I tried going back to sleep, but to no avail.

It is now finally Friday, June 25th. Six months before my 25th birthday. Three days before the anniversary of Da and I matching on bumble. Sixteen days before Da's 25th birthday.

At some point last night, Da told me that plans for going to a hotel next week are looking good. I'm so excited. Alone time with my boo is greatly needed.

I hope this streak of happiness and good fortune continues for many days to come.

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