- I don't know why I can only have one creative outlet. Every free moment this past week has been funnelled into making necklaces like a demented jeweler. At first, every little bit of 20 centimeter trash that crossed my path was strung around my neck; now I'm going to the model train store and buying little tiny model train passengers to string around my neck. It's an obsession. It's also surprisingly expensive. Not raccoon food expensive, but still.
- Every few years I get an MRI, just to see if I've accumulated any more lesions. As you know, the last two have been marvellously stable. (Raise the pom poms high. No! New! Lesions!) This year, instead of saying "Set up a brain MRI before the end of the year," he said, "Set up a brain and cervical spine MRI. If radiology doesn't call you, you should call them." Of course, that little tweak to the instructions grew like kudzu in my mind and by the time I got the MRI I was all, "I have to have an emergency MRI! Why? What does the cervical spine do? Oh my god, it controls my breathing. Am I not breathing right? AM I DYING?" I am not dying..I can even change my chant to "No! New! Brain! Lesions! No! New! Cervical Spine Lesions!" What about the lower spine? What aren't they telling me?
- I haven't seen much of Gary because I have tired of the audio loop of "HE LIES! Can't they see that he LIES? Why are they giving him air time?" We did go out (to the craft store, to buy jewelry-making stuff, because that's all I do now) and he encountered an articulated miniature skeleton labelled "Hal Skeleton." We honestly spent five minutes pondering why he was named Hal. When we see skeletons we think "bathroom," not "Halloween." Hal has replaced the Coca-Cola bears, the sock money, and the rat as the thing to hide around the house.