Where have I been for the last month? Did not fall off a cliff. Was not deported. There is a story to tell and on the Lame Story Thermometer it’s quite impressive. So here’s the thing …..
I could tell you I’ve been in mourning since Michael Jackson died. Well, I did watch the memorial service. And the Jackson 5 movie. Does that count?
I could also tell you I’ve been very busy painting. Except I have not been painting much. But I did think about my current project . It started out like a sunflower on steroids and LSD but somehow it wandered down the path of extreme butt-face ugliness. After a coat of white paint to cover up the abstract monstrosity, I began work on what may perhaps be an even an even uglier abstract monstrosity with blues and yellows. In the meantime, I have a towel flung over the canvas so I don’t have to look at it.
My sister recently had heart surgery to replace her aortic valve. She was born with a bicuspid valve; an inherited swimming-in-the-shallow-water genetic fluke. So now she has a bovine (moooooo) valve and will soon be able to chase grandchildren around the yard. Last week I did spend most of my spare time at the hospital. Her doctor noted that since this is inherited, her children and siblings should get a complete medical workup. I’ll put that on my list of things to do. Later. Today she was discharged from the hospital and is happy to be resting at home. Her short-term goal in life at the moment is to be well enough to go to the American Idol concert at the end of August. I’ll be happy if we score a great handicap parking space. Ya’ll think the sympathy factor would get us a backstage pass to meet Adam?
Last month we relocated our medical office to a new hospital campus. Moving is hard. So is packing. Packing AND moving totally sucks. But I’m a stoic individual who didn’t want to look like a complete middle-aged chicken shit wuss with lupus who can’t lift heavy boxes. I usually save that approach for non work-related catastrophes. However, I’m an idiot and I did overdue things. Now my neck feels as supple as a redwood tree. Maybe I will join the gym after all. On second thought …
Also last month I went to visit my son and daughter-in-law. Hung around the farm they live on; spent time at the sand beach, went to a movie and attended an open house where Matt was in charge of a wild edible plants exhibit. Nothing quite like tasting garlic mustard pesto and cattail hearts. However, I did have a super time. And a little FYI for you moviegoers out there. Do not watch the new Sasha Baron Kohen movie “Bruno”. Quite the bizzare experience watching full frontal male nudity and a swinger club party on the big screen with your family. I wanted to disappear like the prophesied Rapture in the bible. Turn your head and I’m gone in a flash.
On the lupus side of my life, I’ve had three infusions so far. I get them every three weeks and am grateful to have a course of treatment that works like magic. Mind you, IVIG is not a cure for lupus. I’m in the very small minority of people with refractory response to conventional medications. The last week or so has been hectic and my body has been telling me to slow down, stay out of the sun and heat and rest. I did try to listen and managed to cut back on cleaning, etc. As a result, the house is a mess and the laundry is piling up. But that’s life with lupus.
Ego venit ego vigilo ego confero. I came, I saw, I wrote.
It’s good to be back.