alive

... and well... mostly. I am much improved. I see the neurologist again tomorrow. Hopefully he will me an A+.

I made some art this weekend. I MUST solder this week. Art Walk is sneaking up on me. I hear its prissy little footsteps.

live your poem

Off to work. I am so glad to FEEL like working. It is a grey day here... but I feel rather sunny myself. Happy to be alive, etc...

Happy Easter

ready to face the day

There was a time
before everything happened.
Do you remember?
Our hands were clean
and open.
We were white sheets
under a cloudless sky.
We thought we heard bees
or waves in the wheat.
It was neither.
It was time
riding a storm.

Today I decided to stop taking the damn steroids. I have about 6 days left, but I simply cannot handle them another minute! Even with Xanax I was just too wired. I feel much better. When I'm tired I still have a few problems, but I am vastly improved. I think I will be fine without finishing the predinisone. And if not, oh, well... I see the neuro in a week and a half and he can yell at me I guess. I have made a lot of art! Being wigged out on drugs made me hyper-creative, so it wasn't all bad! The fact that I couldn't see for crap was a bit of a hinderance, but I soldiered on. Art Walk is May 20th.

yo ho ho... it's a pirate's life for me!

ok... so good news... I'm not dying. I have a sea chest full of meds (thanks for the Lortabs, Dr. Icaza!) including Prednisone (so, don't piss me off!) and instructions to deal with the eye problem. I feel like a house fell on me and I can't see or hear for shit, but besides that (and the pain, did I mention that?) I'm fine. This is a thing that takes t i m e , so there you go. I see the good doc again next week. Meanwhile, I'm a pirate girl. My eyepatch isn't as cute as this guy's, though. Now, enough of the boring medical bloggery... it is a glorious day here... sunshine, blue skies and no brain tumor! YIPPEE!

monday...after about 6 mondays in a row

Neurologist tomorrow... ugh...
I am trying to be cheerful.
Feel basically like crap.
Good news... sense of taste is a bit better.
Of course, I always did have good taste.
sigh. Enough of that. I love this picture of a ship's wake in a blue, blue sea. It is a sight I have had the priviledge of seeing many times. I dream of when I'll see it again. So lovely.

Not a good day.
Somebody toss me a life ring. I am not sure how long I can tread water.