–It was Field Day at Isobel’s school this week, and she signed up for the 50 Yard Dash. Participation was mandatory and she chose the shortest event she could. She was not excited; the poor thing inherited both my singularly unathletic nature and my complete distaste for running. Parents were invited to come watch and cheer their student on in their event, so Elias and I made this sign (he contributed scribbles on the letters and said, “Heart!” repeatedly) to encourage her. She is usually the slowest, as was her mother before her. I found her easily in the crowd, thanks to the Pikachu hoodie, and held up my sign as soon as I saw her. Her grin lit up the entire field. She came in last, but there were only four kids in her heat and some of them were older. And she kept slowing down to look at me and smile. And then she stopped running before she finished because she noticed the other kids had stopped running because they had crossed the finish line. Running will never be something she excels at, but she has so many other wonderful talents it hardly matters.
–One good day after about five bad days is a terrible ratio but I will take every good day that comes my way. They are few and far between. I’m officially out of steroids and so the countdown to my inevitable breakdown begins. It can be hard to describe the exhaustion and the toll the illness takes on me, mentally, but I can kind of describe it like when you get the flu, and your brain just can’t think. You have no thoughts, no ideas, and normal functioning is a struggle. It’s worse than the brain fog I experience. It’s like a brain white-out.
–Elias recognizes many letters and loves to help Isobel spell her name. It’s adorable. I haven’t even been up to working with him that much, but having an older sister definitely helps.
–Next week is the last week for school for Isobel. I’m shocked it happened so quickly, and of course a bit sad. She’s had the most fantastic teacher this year and we are both sad to let her go. I’ve gone through all my past bento posts I’ve made and will hopefully feel well enough to post an update to that soon. I really love making bentos and will miss that over the summer. I’ve also been collection ideas and activities and lesson plans to work with the kids over the summer, calling it, as I did last year, “Mimi School.” Isobel doesn’t call me Mimi much anymore, but the name for our summer activities stuck. We are going to attempt swimming lessons again (if I’m well enough to take them), and I have math workbooks and lots of fun activities tucked away.
–Earlier I forgot how to do a screen cap for a minute and Isobel showed me. And so it begins.
–Isobel, with help from the neighbor friend, decided our rosemary bush needed a haircut and chopped off a bunch of branches. I’ve been drying them in the kitchen and adding rosemary to all of our meals, but I still have a ton, so if anyone wants some, let me know!
–Chronic illness is a marathon, and the people cheering for you on the sidelines make all the difference. I appreciate you all more than you know.
Snapshot 05.13.16. Updating live from treatment purgatory!
FF Poppy Garden. These are a few of my favorite tweets.
Snapshot 05.05.16. The barfpocalypse spares me and more.
Yes We Cane! I use a cane sometimes now. Deal with it.
Owner pretends to collapse to see his dog’s reaction. a dog’s loyalty is second to none. I have watched this three times and laughed until I cried each time.
What the fuck was up with the Middle Ages? Cat nuns!
New phone case is aces. Yay! My succulent phone case looks fab! Thanks, lady!!
Billy Corgan back in the news? Reminder. He’s the fucking worst. Hard pass, Charlie Brown’s Evil Twin.
Who did this!? Several dogs snicker into their paws.
Throw bread on me. I love this so much, I’m considering putting it on a flagpole in front of my house.
When you decide you are done with humanity and it’s time to become a goat. To be honest, I think this is kind of pointless unless he’s using this to do science about goats. (But I still sort of want to read it.)
The Oral History of the Poop Emoji. I feel weird typing those two words in the same sentence.
The Most Successful Female Everest Climber of All Time Is a Housekeeper in Hartford, CT. Sounds about right. What an amazing, amazing woman. She deserves to be recognized for her tremendous accomplishments.
My new favorite twitter account is Bodega Cats, which posts photos of cats in markets from all over the world.