I've decided to take up rock climbing again to help me re-develop my muscles. I went to a wall last Friday and did much better than I expected. I'm going to try to go at least weekly for the rest of the summer.
The last two weekends I've been attending a lot of parties, and trying to catch up with people I haven't seen since I got sick. I'm always the only one not drinking (stupid meds), but I'm having a blast just talking to people outside my family for a change (Nothing wrong with talking to the people in my family, I'm just saying.)
Last week my mother and I went up north for four days to attend my grandpa's funeral. For me it was not a sad occasion. He was 80 and had a bad heart, so it wasn't a complete shock. I'm mostly relieved he went before he started to lose his mental and physical capacity, and he died doing what he loved. All of my mom's siblings, and all but three of the cousin's were there, which is the most together we've been in at least four years. I enjoyed the time together, even though the reason was sad.