This weak has, in short, consisted in major headaches every other day, some interesting work experiences, an awesome night out, and a clever look through my diseased grandmother’s belongings.
I have had some awful tension headaches as of lately. I am a hypochondriac, so obviously, my impulsive instinct tells me I have cancer somehow, but that is rather unlikely. Considering we are only talking about tension headaches, and that while painful, they aren’t so horrendous they aren’t bearable, I think I will be fine by now. Usually, they occur every other day, but over the course of weekends, I don’t have one, I suppose they are just due to a different every-day life, that takes time getting used to. Additionally, no headache ever lasts over night. If it isn’t gone after three weeks, I’ll see my doctor about it, but until then, I will stay as calm as possible.
Other than that, work is good. This past week, I have spent plenty of time at the library’s magazine, sorting through old books, and getting a glance at some of our antique treasures. While dusty and capable of ruining my shoes, this was quite the interesting experience as well,
Yesterday, I went out with some dear friends of mine. We met at our friend Ragnhild’s place, and boy, considering I still live with my parents at the age of 21, seeing young women my age getting their own place, really made me want to move out. Her apartment was lovely though, and we had a great time there, drinking some delicious spiked smoothie before we hit the town. When we arrived at what has become a regular spot for me and Mia, we immediately hit the dance-floor, and the night was an all-around blast. Later on, we went out for kebabs, before Mia’s mother picked us up at around 3AM. It was a fun night!
*some pics are yet to come*
Today my mother has finally started sorting thoroughly through all the things she inherited from my grandmother, that have just been stored in card boxes underneath the stairway ever since her passing three years ago. So far, I have been left with a few treasures, but who knows? More might be to come. Among those treasures, are a necklace with a matching ring (I believe she used those when she was my age, possibly younger), a few pictures of me from my childhood, and her first sewing box (which I assume is from the late 1930s – early 1940s).
Have a look!
Her old sewing box
My own new jewelry box. Pretty, right?
Pics from my childhood. That’s me and my parents.