Mom's been having problems. I called to talk to Dad about it only to discover that Dad had a heart/chest pain episode that morning. Ever have those moments when you stop pacing and just clutch your head like it's going to explode?
I encounter these entities, Mom's acolytes, on my pacings; they're always so happy to see me:
Though I've sketched an outline of what life is like for me in many of my art gallery's blog entries where I'm bellowing and tearing my hair out like a wildcat caught on a barbed wire fence, I can explain it again here for those of you who would rather skip the flying tufts of bloody fur.
In a nutshell, I have to deal with a combination of beastly inherited disorders, -- Sjogren's syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Reynaud's. We're presently undergoing testing. I just want this fixed so I can stop hurting.
I look perfectly normal, but I'm in pain most days, and I have trouble breathing sometimes and keeping weight on. It's steadily devoured the last ten years of my life, disordered entirely every plan I had for the future.
I spend a lot of time reading, working out, doing little things that I think will help me grapple my way out of this hole.
I'm vegan, enjoy a wide range of topics from hermeneutics to pop culture commentary. I was a mechanic for years before pain sidelined me, but I'm still a grease monkey at heart. My dream job would be "author". My weird family gives me plenty of ammo.
Please feel free to drop me a line. I like meeting new people. Crazy psychos need not apply -- I carry a ray gun that unleashes ninja hordes and sharks wearing laser hats. Don't make me use it. Twice.
2 comments:
MoxieMan looks just like my father's old cat.
If you need to get away for a bit, give us a call. We'd be glad to have you both our to our place or whatever you like.
So So good to see you posting was getting very worried
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