Who cuts themselves with eggshells? Under their fingernails? Seriously?!
Why must foods high in iron taste uniformly gross? Perhaps because I taste it every day as it goes down the back of my throat when my nose tries to bleed but can't because of the swelling from the allergies and the deviated septum from the 6th time I broke my nose?
Why does winning something feel so nice, even if it isn't something you really want or need? I'm sure the folks I share it with will appreciate my good fortune. : )
Why do I still laugh so hard at good burping stories? Burping. Heh.
In light of the dizziness, swelling, poor wound healing, brain foginess, pain flare-up, thyroid struggling, cold-intolerance, anemia, and my inability to grasp anything (literally or figuratively), one could argue that I might be overdoing it and should use my day off to, oh, I don't know, rest and NOT try to DO ALL THE THINGS, since that do-things strategy seems to not be working for me very well. At least it will be raining. Lying on the couch watching the rain seems to be about my speed right now. Must resist temptation to do . . .
My thyroid is on the ropes again. Yay! I'm excited about this because
I noticed and got it checked (eventually, dang brain fog)!
I wasn't making it up; it's worse than ever!
it might be related to one of the numerous new allergy meds I've been trying to get off decongestants on the off chance I will then sleep better!
These are all good things (more or less) because the sudden weight gain and enormous increase in joint pain and other symptoms have a reason now and are not a signal that my body is tired of all this crap and has given up. See? Yay! And if they were caused by a med (and I have a culprit in mind already), then maybe I can get my thyroid working again like I did the last two times and won't have to go on a med for it forever yet. Hope springs eternal! (But has to be cautious of increased dizziness and on the alert for overdoses that lead to heart problems. Really noticeable and obvious heart problems.)
Written by an exhausted chronic pain suffering writer who thinks too hard about things like art, anime, images, nature, books, manga, scars, quotes, music, work, authors, financial desperation, joy, beauty, humor, and whatever else catches her scattered attention.
Her blog’s name comes from the title poem of her ridiculously long thesis “I am like the moon in autumn,/ losing sleep as summer fades,” which came to her whole while she was driving home toward the moon one November early evening. (The title, not the 450 page thesis. Alas.)