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Feel better. Maybe cut back on the drilling documentaries.

He simply always tells the Drewth.

Mum is arriving Thursday evening 😁

It was wet, windy and chilly, 60/15°, so we did a remarkable business in woolen cloaks. Yeah, yeah how nice, it was pleasantly autumnal for the equinox. Darn Canadians keeping all the nice weather for themselves. This rain is a good thing as we've been quite dry lately. I just wish it would stop raining on the weekends. This is the third weekend that it rained on at least one of the days.

Yeah, because I'm expecting him at mine. It's gonna be a cold, dreary, wet day at Faire. Heck, the whole weekend is likely to be less than pleasant as Ophelia has come a callin'. Blessed be y'all.

I've read several of these stories and not a one was a disappointment. There are authors included here that I've read, just not the story chosen for the list. Others will be new to me. These lists provide me with an introduction of sorts.

Six weeks isn't very long depending on what he decides. Some of the costumes now look like came out special effects. I think the year I was about Max's age I wore a black turtle neck, black dancer's tights (do not ask where in 1970, an 11 yearold boy in small town USA got dancer's tights that fit), a black full bag hood (covered my whole head) so I was covered head to toe in black. You couldn't see my face. To finish the look I covered it with an international orange rain ponch with the hood up of course. I looked like an orange spectre floating along the street. As long as I kept my mouth shut no one knew who I was. We only trick or treated on our one block street. There where ~80 kids in the appropriate age group. Add in the teens and there were 100 of us kids. It was also a narrow well traveled street because it was a quick short cut between two larger streets. As a safety precaution the parents got together and made a rule that the kids on the north side stayed in their side and played with the kids there and those if us on the south stayed put and played there. We did manage to event a couple of "games" we could play together with crossing. They'd make absolutely no sense if tried explaing. So lucky you, I shan't. The only times we crossed over was to get to an open space that was part of the cemetery belonging to the nearby church. It was where we played baseball, etc., there were no graves in the ball field, and went sledding in the winter, there at the top of the hill start we were just among a few tombstones. I don't think those in the ground beneath were too much disturbed by our childish laughter and play. That hill was on of two prime sledding hills in town. Kids came from all around to sled. We sled all day have our dinner and go out again to sled under the stars until forced inside for baths and bed. The other "legal" time for crossing was Halloween. Ohhh! What was meant as a quick reply became a rambling reminiscence. Thank you Page for the chance to remember, the are a few others here that will know a gift that can be. Blessed be my brothers and sisters.

Greetings Albert. You know how sometimes in life you take one step and the next thing you it seems you gone steps back? Well today was abit like that. My bp readings yesterday were excellent. Today they were higher, not as much as previously but not where they should be. I'm also experiencing more aching around major joints, hips, knees, etc. Likely connective tissue stress by the cramping make known their complaints now that most of the spasms and cramps have stopped. So not not quite two steps back but not where I was yesterday. I do very much appreciate your asking. Thank you. Hello to Steve.

It's time to wash the demon smut off your face.

It was all good and then you messed it up with the Thousand Island. I know, I know it's made with things that go on burgers, things I like. I just don't like Thousand Island.

Oh yeah. We tried speaking sternly too ...

No. You arrived here a biter and we all thought "Oh, how cute the puppy's a biter". Than we realized those little teeth were sharp. We tried a muzzle, you giggled. We tried rapping you on the nose, you giggled even more. A swat on your dorkable little butt just got giggles plus wiggles. The collar and leash made you moan ... We gave up because some puppies are just incorrigible.

I've seen clips from some of those on YouTube. Wow. Those guys are not nice.

It's chilly, dreary and damp. I'm gonna curl up under my comforter and take nap.

Who said anything about ants? I was thinking more along the lines of those less than nice BL characters he threatens you with.

I'll read the entire tale soon. Your stories deserve a focused and appreciative reader and I'm there at the moment. I tried earlier. I recognized your standard of quality but my heart wasn't "hearing" beyond the words and I had to stop. It's much like when my muse went to sleep. This too shall pass, or I'll it with stick.

I figured. Just wanted to be supportive.

I was thinking if we cover him in honey and stake him out in front of a bunch of ...

I may be on the mend. I had two normal bp and heart rate readings this morning. The first early here at home the second roughly 4hrs later at the urologist. I'm speculating but because Tepezza works on muscle I think that I had a full body version of the mechanism of my migraines. Vasoconstriction. The first symptom a massive migraine, 8 on scale of 10, makes sense because those vessels are already highly susceptible to vasoconstriction. By constricting it narrowed vessels required the heart to pump harder and faster to maintain blood flow. It also explains why the phlebotomist had so much my trouble finding and sticking a vein. I'm not entirely in the clear. As my body tries to right itself there's still the lactic acid buildup from the muscle cramps to clear. The urologist told me there were large leukocytes in my urine samples but I don't display any syptom of infection so I think it's my body trying to fix whatever the hell went wrong. Poor confused body. I am exhausted and have a migraine knocking. So blessed be y'all.

Mum has often said that if a child doesn't get enough attention doing good they'll revert to doing ill because to them any attention is better than none. Do you suppose if we doused Drew in all sorts of sweetness it might change him for the better? We know he like sweets. He can be downright greedy about some of them, dulce con leche, BL. Drewdo! You beware speakin' poorly about Mum. I don't speak ill about your Mama. Not even in Drewth.

She if you can find her rating with the medical association she belongs to. What is her success rate for the surgery, do not expect 100% because while it's hard to believe there are patients who do not follow instructions. Ask you doc why he referred you to her. Do due diligence and if you're convinced you would be better with some else fine.

I managed half the day before I became too tired to continue. I did a couple of kiltings but the tale will need to wait until I am better rested. That and my fingers decided to join the fun and begin cramping again the morning. It's been nearly 2 months since that was a regular event.

Gary, I must apologize I have been slack in following and commenting on Bearpaw. I like the story very much. I simply lack the energy. Now I need to take my evening nap, the fourth today, so I wake up in time to go to bed for night. Yeah, I'm exhausted. I'm hoping to get to faire tomorrow at least for a few hours. They're gonna ask what I'm doing there. The only explanation I have is that I could stay home and be miserable all alone or I could be miserable while spending some time with friends who love and care for me and who will make sure I'm okay. I need my friends, I need to be a bit selfish, I'm tired of dealing with this alone. Until next time. Blessed be y'all.

Oh, my dear friend. I am no where near well. All the issues remain. The only consolation is that the doctor sent word this afternoon that any possible benefits do not justify the potential for an even more severe reaction. He is stopping further infusions at this time. That is a weight off my shoulders. Now I just need this damnable potion to begone from my body. I have spent almost the entirety of the afternoon in bed. I can't even summon enough energy to read. I have no appetite. For brekkie I forced myself to eat a fresh croissant from a local Italian bakery. I know Clo. Imagine Italians making croissant but they are very good. Apparently my sense of taste is off. While it was light and tender as usual it tasted Iike nothing. I had no interestin eating this evening but made myself eat a stuffed roast chicken breast. It is a favorite but I had to force myself to choke it down. So as I say, I am no where near well but I will again soon.

I have spoken with Mum, Sadie, my patient liaison at Horizon and the nurse at the endocrinologist. Mum and Sadie said at the very least I could cancel the next infusion until we have a better handle on things. The nurse at the doctor's said he had not made a final decision. He was going to talk with my nephrologist but she thought he was seriously leaning toward stopping. I told I had decided I wanted to discontinue because I have a history of responding weirdly to medications. Sometimes the opposite of what is expected. She was going to give him an additional note with my decision. I think she thought it the right move but couldn't come right out and say so. Now I just need his final concurrence. Oh , and another nap. I'm exhausted.