insomniac

i'm in another insomniac phase, this time seemingly sparked by the BBQ i went to on saturday. it's rather a long story. this should suffice: everyone there was either a sufferer, or caregiver to a sufferer, of PMP (the condition i'm at risk of developing because of the tumor that was in my appendix).

people told their stories. most of them have had the "mother of all surgeries" that is used to treat PMP. it was reassuring--because everyone looked healthy, etc.--but upsetting too.

the upsetting part is keeping me awake.