Veni, Vidi, Ventus --
The randomly chaotic and crafty scribblings of a deranged, wannabe artist allowed too many colours in her Crayon box.

Surgeon General's Warning: Some content of "From Pooka's Crayon" may not be suitable for: work, blue-haired little old ladies, the politically-correct, rabid moonbats, uptight mothers, priests, chronic idiots, insurance claims agents, Democrats, children, small furry quadropeds from Alpha Centauri, or your sanity.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Not dead yet

Hmm. An update thing.

Down to a size 12 now and shrinking. No idea how much I weigh, or how much I've lost. 28 to 12. Yeah.

Of course, there's a problem. Now you can see the damage done to me. You can see where the muscle has wasted away, where it's atrophied. I don't look thin, just frail.

Arthritis has been really bad. Flares have been bad. Stooopids have been bad. Had another seizure a while back, a really strange one, not like the others. Did -not- like the lingering after effects at all.

No gardening so far, and it's getting late to start. Been hurting too bad to even think about dragging myself out to do it.

Kids having growth spurts. Kids giving us more grey hairs.

Um. Not dead ... yet.

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