Daily Archives: December 4, 2020

The light is starting to bother my eyes…

And I figured I’d share my feelings on twitter.

Ha! Didn’t see that coming, did ya. Neither did I–but after nine hours of hanging out in a vinyl recliner with florescent lights so bright you’d think I was being questioned, my gratitude is running thin. They’ve been drawing my blood every two hours all day long (fancy name–pharmacokinetics). It’s like feeding. In an hour and forty five minutes I have my final draw. For today. Back again tomorrow morning.

On my way to the bathroom twenty minutes ago (as much to remind the nurses I was here as to pee), I asked them if being the last person left to leave meant I won a prize. You know, like a trip to Hawaii. Or—now this is brilliant–maybe some free parking.

*Still not depressed but decidedly cranky.


Happy to not be sad

Humans are natural skeptics. Hard evidence is always favored over hearsay.

The problem is, not everything is quantifiable. However empirical evidence (say, those bloody finger tips of mine) remains both highly evocative and generally not open to question.

If I tell you that I am depressed, what you may imagine is likely far more vague and nebulous than my actual experience.

Being sad, for months on end, is like sleeping on dirty sheets. Drinking from a grimy glass. Looking through a filmy window.

Sadness without end is, to my mind, far worse than any physical ailment. Pain can be controlled–psychic agony only modulated or dulled, and generally done in such a way (antidepressants) that not only the edge but the gloss goes off of every interaction.

My hands still hurt. My tongue too. And my creatinine kinase remains elevated. Pretty damn sure my cancer is still there, as is the pandemic. My car has almost 180,000 miles on it and I still haven’t paid last year’s taxes. I have a few nagging worries. The same ones I had last week plus some. But I also have a little spot of light behind my eyes. A glint, a gleam. A safe, well lighted space.

My head.