I went for a long walk today. The weather was awesome at first but after I visited the cemetary it became lousy. Ack. The wind was so cold and those cute little snowflakes became icy, it froze my face that I could barely talk. There hasn´t been that many times that I`ve visited grandma´s grave alone. I took a candle there, it had a picture of an angel on the side. It was cute, grandma loved angels. The wind froze my tears, sometimes it´s just too hard. I was happy to be the only person around at the time... I left the cemetary with "She´s so high" by Kurt Nilsen playing in my mp3-player. I know everything´s going to be fine, she told me so.

Soo... Like I said before, I was going to get my stomach checked. It´s done. And it´s ok. The doctor did take biopsy, but said it´s very likely going to be normal. I wasn´t nervous at all. I was surprisingly calm, in fact. I knew it would be ok. I just needed someone to prove it to me. So, the diagnosis is IBS. I´m glad it´s finally done, now I don´t have to worry about it any longer.

That Michael Alvear from Sex Inspectors is just too damn cute. ;)