First, thanks to the faithful few who keep checking in with good wishes--Annika, Peebs, Redman, and Marilyn--to be specific. I don't think I left anybody out because all those Europeans catching up on old my old Deadwood stuff don't count. Just kidding, NewEuropeanBuddies! Of course you count, without you my blog would be a bigger ghost town Deadwood, CA. *sigh*
I don't even know where to start with the catching up on the Health Fuckery Front, from now until further notice to be know as the HFF but if this gives you a clue I've been referred to a specialist at John Hopkins because he is the only physician in the country who's board certified in neurology, rheumatology, and internal medicine. Yes, it has come to that.
But fiddly-dee, and fuck-it-all, let's have some birthday folderol ..because this whatever happened to me about a week before my birthday TWO YEARS AGO and I'm still free-falling off this neurological ledge. So, today has been a challenge, about the two year thing. There may have been a few tears.
OK, a bucketful. Also, shutup.
An old friend sent me this photo today--that's me in the plaid dress right after a high school play. I was playing the Old West Lady Journalist. I can't remember what part the guy trick-of-photographly gazing at my derriere was playing but he was one of my best friends and he is a real-life preacher ..and he presided over my unfortunate TenMinuteMarriage. I do not lie, except about the marriage being an actual ten minutes--I wish!!.
I made my own costume --the dress, not the blouse. I bought the blouse, they were easy to find back then, I think prairie-looking blouses were all the rage in the Mesozoic Era. Annnnnyways. I was not a very good actress but that never stopped me. Nothing ever stops me.
I'll mop the floor with that bucket of tears.