At Least I Think This is Pretty Funny...

Here's hoping my vast audience does too!

3rd period, I have my class in the computer lab, working on projects. I feel a pretty good seizure about to come on. Then, out of the blue, one of the young ladies at the table near me says, "Earthquake?" I step away from her table quickly, so as not to cause it to shake any further. Then two other students in different parts of the computer lab say, "Earthquake!" Several others repeat them.

6.24, with an epicenter about 80 miles north of us...

No damage to the room, the students... or my legs.

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As things like this are happening, I am often torn between cursing and crying... but very soon after the event, they are funny.

About an hour ago, I stood at the bottom of the staircase in my house, trying to figure out how to operate it.

I Don't Think I Have Ever Posted This Before!

I slept all the way through the night! I was trying to guess when the last time was that I could say that. I knew it had been several years. So, I just looked it up in here, and it appears that the last time was before I started my blog... in 2010. 

Wheeee!

Not for the Squeamish! But kind of interesting for the rest of you...

You have been warned.

I scraped my finger. Not hard enough to break the skin or draw blood, just a minor scrape. However, my brain decided that it was majorly gory. The message was that skin and muscle had been viciously ripped from the bone, and that it was gushing blood. I looked down at it, and it looked fine. Looking away, back to the savage carnage of my finger. 

Now as I type this, some 20 minutes later, I keep expecting to see blood all over the keyboard. Am I the only one who finds this amusing?

Fibro Dog to the Rescue!

I was having a pretty bad wave of Fibro Fog... I was headed to a friend's house three blocks from mine, and I could not remember how to get there...

BUT...

My dog and I were both invited, so he was along... and HE REMEMBERED! He got us to the house, even when I had no idea where it was!

Kodiak to the rescue!

Decisions, Decisions...

I know that if I go to the doctor with this, he'll say it's interesting, and  try to come up with something that might work but won't. 

More trouble than usual walking in the morning. Legs don't work right, and don't want to support weight. Lower back doesn't seem to be correctly attached to pelvis. Arms and hands not quite fast enough to keep me from bumping into walls or door frames. This seems to be lasting 20-30 minutes each day.

But the good news is the dog still loves me despite this behavior!

A New Use for the Word Kerfuffle...

It usually means a commotion or fuss, especially when caused by conflicting viewpoints, right? Well, I have decided that what is wrong with my ankle these days should be called a kerfuffle. It feels like it's broken in several places, like maybe from having been crushed or something. But it also has a strange comfort about it. It's almost as if the broken state is the way that my ankle was designed to be. 

So kerfuffle sort of fits, right?