I’m missing a bear who left me alone with no explanation. Where for art thou, Bear?
1) I broke my foot in January. My husband accidentally dropped a hammer on my toes and top of foot. Four broken bones, my freaking bone marrow is leaking! No. Just nobody needs that! It hasn't healed since day one. Massive trauma to muscle and the pad under my toes. Just got my mri results back. You wanna know what bothers me the most? For three months I’ve only worn A cute shoe a couple times. I can’t wear two! So, I’m resigned to wearing my super high tech boot and ONE of my Vans. It’s hard to dress cute when one foot looks like Frankenstein’s monster!!! Woe is me.
2) I had kidney stones. I don’t suggest it. Like, I’ll give birth again….well, not really, but if I could!
3) Down three kids now. The Mi-ya has been taken by the black widow. It’s easier now. I don’t cry for them often.
4) I’ve been diagnosed with a super rare disease. 50/100,000 people. Not a very big club. Not going to go into too much detail. I’m gonna live.
5) being in the totality of the eclipse was beautiful. Gorgeous. Would have scared the shit out of cavewoman me, not gonna lie. But it felt…..peaceful. Hundreds of people under my balcony, but it was still. No people talking, no horns honking no birds singing, the mall closed for the event and all the employees were on my garage top. Silent. Nothing dared to move. Peace. So many different traditions, religions, political opinions…..didn’t matter. Peace. I took a ton of photos. I cried at the beauty of it.
6) Thursday will be my ninth iron infusion. My hands and arms look like I’m not very good at boxing! Strangers give my husband the side eye. He’s not a fan, but I am. Doesn’t make me sick or feel crummy, in fact I love feeling normal! I have rearranged everything that can be in the house and cleaned out every drawer and closet. Right now I literally can’t move a muscle. I have tiny diny hands and can’t move my arms or legs, or torso…or neck or back…or the broken foot…..it’s really cool. More people should try it. Took my first meds tonight and a shot of a painkiller that lasts 48 hours! Holy shit! Where was that in the 80’s? I feel like I would have spent a lot of time not feeling much :-) only the necessary stuff of course….Anyway, not to jinx anything but….i think it’s improving already! I’m a warrior. I’m a warrior. I’m a warrior. Always have been, maybe didn’t always know it so much.
No pics. Vanished. Missing; BEAR. looks like my dreams. Should be easy to spot, beauty.
Night to the moon,
Tracy
