Sunday, December 20, 2015

About me

I have recently become more aware that I can seem hollow to people just meeting me. Maybe they are meeting me for the first time ever, or perhaps we are getting reacquainted for the first time in years.

I am unable to talk at all right now. Also, my face does not move like it used to. In fact, some medications cause my face to be paralyzed, making it impossible to even crook a smile. That makes all expressions kind of tricky.

I am here to tell you that my memory is intact. Probably annoyingly so. My intellect is the same, too. And I thought it was evidenced in my blog.

In short, I am sorry if I have misled anyone, but I still have a lot to say.

Sunday, December 13, 2015


I was planning to write about something completely different, but this is more timely.

My birthday was in mid-November, and my sweet husband surprised me with a trip to Chicago and some other things I will talk about later. We used to go to Chicago all the time before I got sick. It’s a special place for us.

A trip to Chicago seems extravagant. For a birthday, I mean. I’m considering it a joint trip because Chris’ birthday was in early December. He agreed to it if he could go to our favorite place for breakfast. And so, it turned into a shared trip.

MIL had to tag along to help with me, and help she did. More on that later.

After a 2 ½ hour interstate closure, we finally made it. And my day was way less bad than the people involved in the crash.

We went to a museum. It closed before we were ready to leave, so I will reserve judgement. Except to say they closed awfully early.

On my actual birthday, I learned of my surprise. You see, I already knew we were going to a Copeland concert. What I didn’t know was there were V.I.P. passes. My aforementioned sweet husband got us one each. That meant we got to sit through an acoustic set, participate in a Q&A session, meet the band, get autographs and snap photos. Copeland is my favorite band ever in the whole, wide world. And the lead singer told me happy birthday before we had a chance to tell him. Because Chris told him on social media ahead of time.

Then came the actual concert. On the second floor. I should mention that the venue was in a building over 100 years old. No elevators. Lucky for me, there were some ramps and strong men involved. Once we were upstairs, we found there wouldn’t be a good spot for me to see the stage once it filled with people. Thankfully we were invited into the sound booth to watch the show. Even I could see from in there. The venue also accommodated my need for medication after I was in the building. Many thanks to my MIL for bringing them to the door for Chris to grab.

The rest of the show—and the trip, for that matter—went as planned.

I can still go to Chicago, but I now have different priorities than I did before.