|red Stargazer lillies from my garden. You need smellovision for these!|
I have known several men who were ordinarily solid, stable people suddenly have affairs, buy motorcycles and ride as if the devil himself were behind them. I guess in a way, the devil IS behind them.
Right now, I am watching for these things in my own life...and doing what I can to guard against it. I know that if I start seeing symptoms of depression, I will have to do something about it. Presently, I don't. I am, however, fighting the thought that it has come back, that the one point rise in my tumor markers is significant (probably not) thinking that the mild discomfort I get periodically in my right side is breast cancer that has metastasized to the liver, and when I sneeze hard enough to blow my head off and it makes my ribs hurt briefly, then it is OBVIOUSLY bone mets in my ribs. Balderdash. I have to put on my logical cap and remind myself that this is probably not so, and even it it were, I can't do anything at present about that anyway.
Meanwhile, my feet and ankles are still swollen (A LOT), my vision is still blurry, my hands and feet are terribly numb...and I still have fuzz on my head. Of course, I also have spruce pitch on my head from where the weeping spruce which over hangs my goldfish pond brushed me on my head as I messed with the filter. Blech. Maybe I should stick some thread on it and call it hair. :)