It was a pleasure to rip May, 2014 from the calendar—a horrendous thirty one day nightmare we would just as soon forget—and put a match to it. A gesture rooted more in symbolism than efficacy, more platitude than proper, more show than substance. It felt good, and gave us the feeling of regaining some semblance of control over the wretched chaos that's been swirling around lately.
I am thrilled to report that Bobbie's double/triple vision completely cleared up a few days after onset. We were told it could take weeks to months. So she has discarded her eye patch, cancelled the appointment for an MRI of her brain stem, and returned to normal activities and routine.
We are tired of Doctors who can't agree on a diagnosis, appointments that lag hours behind schedule, and feeling like lab rats for the "practice" of medicine. The medical machine means well, but it is dehumanizing and heartless, not to mention, dangerous.
I continue to recover, tho at a snails pace. The swelling and tenderness in my abdomen has retreated enough to allow me to get my pants buttoned. I returned to work at the Gallery last week and put in three days, walking to and from, no less. It was exhausting, even tho I didn't do anything. I've got a ways to go.
Thanks for your comments and support, we'll keep you posted.
Mark and Bobbie