It occurred to me this year, as I stood inside a hedge, that I do tend to wander off to keep things pruned nicely instead of, you know, finishing my data science course or revamping my websites to show off my skills or learning how to make games in Unity, all of which I signed up to do but, hey, the lawn’s not gonna cut itself.
(In honor of the first day I went back outside alone after guys stole my ID with my address and all…and had two neighbors tell me I needed to cut some trees that had grown from all the rain and, you know, spring.)
According to my neurologist, I have it. For me, it causes weakness in my right arm and leg, and of course the ever-present tilted head. We tried Botox and that wasn’t for me, but luckily I have a family who understands what’s going on with me and also ice is my friend. (I’m pretty sure my symptoms are actually from Chiari, but my doctor wanted to see if he could fix me, bless him.)
Ants. Ants! Also little wild cats who need homes but I’m dealing with my feelings about feral cats not wanting to live with me and also I filled in the hole it wasn’t really this deep but that wouldn’t be funny and I’m trying to make it all funny, you guys.