September is also Dystonia Awareness Month!
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.)
Just another Monday in May. How are you doing?
All totally normal things happening.
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.
There are no easy solutions to some things.
If only that particular feature of my arms was useful!
Does it really matter if you fix the busted flowers as long as you have a garden puppy assisting you?
Fall, man. It’s the best.
Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Sod the vines, pet all the cats.
Who am I kidding, I have written myself out of Chiari puddles a thousand times.
We get a lot of pokeweed where I live. If left alone, the things can grow to the size of trees, dripping with berries which are toxic to cats and dogs, so when I see poke, I pull it. This year there was a lot of poke, in fact every time I went outside I saw more poke poking through the dirt. I’d walk over to pet the cat, I’d see some poke growing under the hedge and pull it (the poke, not the hedge. I’m not that…er, nevermind). I would go outside to turn on the light and come back with handfuls of poke.
Poke inspired the one and only meme I created, and apparently I don’t know anyone who appreciates the importance of tracking down and pulling all the poke because this went the opposite of viral.
Those fly traps with the plastic bag full of water? Renfield-level effectiveness, but the smell…oh, the smell.
When I was a kid and I’d freak out because I was convinced HR Giger’s Alien was in my closet, my Mum would tell me to watch the cats, and if the cats ran out of the room, I would know there was something to freak out about.
I don’t think she realized cats (and some dogs) just up and run from time to time.