Posts in the “personal” category

The mysterious case of the cursing woman

“Goddamnit!”

Every so often a woman in a lucid dream this morning yelled out like that, so after the fourth or fifth time I had to ask her about it. “Why do you keep saying that?,” I asked.

“Gets your attention, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“There you have it.”

“There I have what?”

Ode to the old RAV4

I had my old RAV4 for about eight years. I bought it because Toyota supposedly had good quality, but I sold it on this date a few years ago because I had a lot of problems with that car, including the time it filled up with water shortly after I bought it.

Courage doesn’t always roar

I don’t remember where I saw this, but I like the saying:

Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.”

The old apartment in Texas

When I was 20-23 years old, I lived in this apartment building in Texas. I’m not sure about that red/brown tree in the foreground, but the big green tree in the middle of the building was there way back then. Thank you Google Maps for the opportunity to look back in time (without having to travel 1,000+ miles).

Had to go to the hospital today (May 1, 2020)

I had hoped to stay away from the hospital a while longer, but after a telehealth call, I had to visit the local hospital today.

In the area of the hospital I went to there were only four hospital employees and no customers except for me. One woman at the front door was a gatekeeper. She asked questions and checked to see if I had a fever. After that there was one receptionist working and two people in the lab area.

After checking in I went to sit down in my usual area, and then I noticed that seating area was gone, and most of the other chairs had been removed. All of the medical offices down the hallway in the first picture were closed, and then I saw the blue sign on the way out.

Fear nothing

A little bathroom wall inspiration (in the form of creative writing) for the day. Fear nothing! :)

“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.”

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

~ Irrfan Khan, 1967-2020

MCAS + pizza leads to pre-syncope

Mast cell disease is a blast (I say facetiously). Two days ago I bought a Chicago-style pizza, and since then I’ve had six slices of the pizza. Today, after a second glass of a “Simply Watermelon” drink, I decided to take a break from work. I had been sitting behind the computer and knew I was feeling drowsy, but when I tried to stand up I realized just how bad things were. As I tried to stand up my legs starting shaking as if I barely had enough muscular strength to stand. In fact, I didn’t, so I crawled to the bathroom to take my mast cell “rescue” drugs.

For some reason other people with mast cell disease get itchy and have hives as their first reaction, but my body’s first reaction is often syncopy and pre-syncope — passing out. After I took the rescue drugs I laid down for a while, and eventually felt much better when they kicked in.

This I Love, Guns N’ Roses

Though it might not be wise
I’d still have to try
With all the love I have inside
I can’t deny

I just can’t let it die
’Cause her heart’s just like mine
She holds her pain inside

So if you ask me why
She wouldn’t say goodbye
I know somewhere inside

There is a special light
Still shining bright
And even on the darkest night
She can’t deny

So if she’s somewhere near me
I hope to God she hears me
There’s no one else
Could ever make me feel
I’m so alive

I hoped she’d never leave me
Please God you must believe me
I’ve searched the universe
And found myself
Within her eyes

~ This I Love, Guns N’ Roses

(This is an underrated song from the Chinese Democracy album, though I must say, if you really listen to it, you might end up depressed for about a week.)

My Wonderlic test score

Back in 2016 I heard that Paxton Lynch scored 18 on his Wonderlic test, so I took a short version of the test, just ten questions. (I’ve only had nine hours of sleep the last two nights, that’s all I’ve got.) Without any practice or even knowing what to expect, I scored a 70 (woo-hoo).

I might have done better, but I ran out of time and didn’t get to the last two questions because I didn’t initially know that there was a time limit on the test. I’d like to think I would have done better when I was 22 years old because a lot of questions seem geared to people who have just studied specific things in high school and college.

A dementia story

My mom is one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, and she can also be funny at times.

Her memory is a little worse now, but a couple of years ago she was in a wheelchair and I went over to hug her. When I did, I accidentally kicked her foot with my foot.

I said, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

She replied, “Don’t worry, I won’t remember it.”

#dementia

Cousins (the movie)

If you like sappy love stories, Cousins is an underrated movie. Released in 1989, Ted Danson’s wife (Sean Young) and Isabella Rossellini’s husband (William Petersen) have an affair, which sparks a special friendship between Danson and Rossellini.

I was just reminded of a line from the movie that goes something like, “Don’t you know? Men and women who are married can only be close friends in large groups.”

Goth ... Hippie ...

I don’t know the original source of this image, but it reminds me of Easter colors and vice-versa.

Screaming moth in my brain

Way back in 2015 when I was going through the worst of the MCAS problems, I was getting incredibly painful headaches and had all sorts of brain-related problems, including shaking, an inability to hold things without dropping them, brain fog, etc. This MRI image showed the problem: There was a screaming moth in my brain. :) It reminds me of The Mothman Prophecies.