starry nights

A couple of months ago I took part in a radiation training workshop, because I'm working with a gamma radiation source as part of my PhD project. Based on what they taught us in the workshop, I'm sure that I've exceeded my recommended radiation dosage for the year. I reckon that I had about my 30th or 40th x-ray of the year last Monday. I've been told that it's all about the risks being negated by the benefits. The benefit of my last set of x-rays was to let me know that my left middle finger was not fractured, and that I did a first rate job of popping it back in place. Thankfully, my little adventure off of a bike and into the ground didn't do too much to hinder my usual routine. Just a day or two with a bit of a limp, but no other repercussions. The finger's still pretty sore and swollen and my right leg still feels somewhat dead, but nothing feels bad enough to want to play on my mind.

It's cold outside... nice crisp air, short, dark days. I've cried more than I have in years over the past few months. Perfect weather for my mood. Perfect weather to stare up at the stars on a chilly walk home, and feel lonely, melancholy... but incredibly fulfilled and contented. I'll keep getting knocked around if I must, everything that keeps me afloat and happy is still here.