What, don’t you know who I am? I’m an irregular here!

One of the most annoying things about Crohn’s (other than the fatigue, flare-ups and susceptibility to viruses . . .) is the relative randomness of it all. I just don’t know when I’m going to be feeling well enough to do things. There are general patterns of wellness that correspond with Remicade treatments, but they’re just statistical patterns. On any given day, it’s unclear what’s going to happen. Oh, the excitement!

I’ve been pretty overwhelmed with work these days and this makes my behaviour even more erratic when it comes to non-work things. In the past 3 weeks, I’ve missed 5 social events related to clubs/associations to which I belong (4 different associations), two of which were regularly-scheduled meetings. It seems stupid to pay membership fees for these groups but to miss a high percentage of the meetings.

Same thing with the gym — I would like to get in better shape, especially since losing all cardio ability during the bout of extreme fatigue that followed my summer flare-up — but a gym membership is pretty expensive considering that I know I won’t be using it anywhere near as often as I’d need to to justify the cost.

And, the kicker — well, I’m single and looking, so it would make sense for me to get out more. Especially to the gym. I mean, the other associations I belong to are mostly frequented by women, and/or seniors, and/or much younger guys. All of these people could technically introduce me to someone, but, since that’s never actually happened to me before, I won’t hold my breath. I keep getting the feeling that the way to meet guys in real life is to find some activity that I enjoy and that single men also enjoy and just stick to it for long enough that whatever guys are doing it too will eventually work up the nerve to talk to me.* But that’s not going to happen if I can only attend extremely irregularly.

The only social activity I have actually found time for in the past while has been drop-in knitting circles. (OK, as a crocheter, I’ve always felt like a crasher, but the knitters have always been welcoming). I don’t think you can get more female- and senior-centric than a knitting circle. Nevertheless, I’ve gone, just because the events have been low-key and easy to get to. And it’s nice to hang out in a nonthreatening place and do something similar together, even if I have a little voice at the back of my head telling me that I’m just a few felines short of becoming a cat lady. (The recent chatter about cat-themed yarns┬áis not helping!)

Luckily for me, I recently found out about a gym near where I live that offers packs of drop-in passes instead of monthly memberships. I’m going to give that a try. Fingers crossed that I will stay healthy enough to benefit!

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* I’m not against dating shy guys or against women making the first move. Actually, I’m so sick of dating guys who don’t take the initiative that I’m engaging in an experiment to see whether anyone actually finds me attractive enough to approach. This is possibly a dumb move considering the relative rarity of single guys in their late 30s and 40s, let alone those who I would find interesting enough to date, but we’ll see.

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