There are few things crappier than waking up from a sad dream to the light of a grey sky. Especially when you were already in a crappy mood from the night before. This is silly, but it was Scrubs that did me in.
Last night, they played the episode where Turk is diagnosed with diabetes. When he finally admits this to Carla, who knew all along, she pops right out with "Turk's Diabetes Box," which has insulin and needles and snacks and low-sugar recipes and such.
A while back, when we hadn't been dating too long, Marie and I had a conversation about my mom's kidney disease, and the potential inheritability thereof. A day or so later, she hit in on my diet, encouraging me to eat this food or that food. "They're low sodium and good for your kidneys," she said. I asked if she'd been doing research for me and she smiled and said "of course." I really couldn't imagine anything that was more touching; that was probably the first day that I thought our relationship might last a while.
I do fine, most days. But sometimes a little thing creeps up and reminds me of something past. That's when I really miss Marie.