I’m sort of going over so many parts of my life in my head these days. I miss the physical bits I lost of the kids’ childhood in our house fire, but I still have those memories in my head. I think maybe Frank should send me some of the photos we do have. I keep not understanding why everything isn’t on Flickr!
I was trying to explain Elly to someone here. It’s hard to imagine someone knowing me and not knowing Elly, but okay? I miss my crazy cow. I sure don’t miss all that snow, though!
(That’s a video if you click on it — old school Flickr there from 2009, the day Obama was inaugurated and all I wanted to do was watch it and that dang Elly goes and jumps OVER the fence.)
So tomorrow we are headed back to the neurologist who will forever be known as the alien abduction dude in my head. He was the one who put me on the diuretic for the brain though that did do well for reducing my headaches for a while, even though I’m pretty sure that was the drug that also gave me the stabbing hot pokers in the heels of my feet. I think.
I was worried because it’s an afternoon appointment and I’m a wreck in the afternoon, but Lili points out that getting that on a medical record is part of the point of this visit. He’s going to see quite a bit of decline in the month since he’s seen me, I think, and I guess that’s what we want. I’m also curious about whatever results he’ll have from the DEEG. I think I’ve had three seizures in that month, and it sure would be nice to find some medication that would control them.
I also enjoyed the couple of weeks there where the headaches weren’t as bad. Can I have that again? I wasn’t using a cane a month ago, either.
I am so glad that my city-raised son had a chance to meet so many of your animals – – a bovine creature (Danny, maybe?), big dogs, medium dogs, puppies, horses, sheep, pigs, ducks, turkeys, and probably more.
By the way, my son has gone to after-school programs at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, which has a couple of peacocks on the premises. Every time I see the white one walking around, my first thought is, “Turkey!”, for which I blame your birds.
I’ll be saying your name again tomorrow (7/29) during the healing prayer.
Darling, I have the baby blankets and the boy scout shirts. Do you want them? I will still fight you over whose cast iron skillet we lost. You’ll get that right after whoever’s Joy of Cooking we still own.