Grumpy Achy and Itchy

Ive started this post a couple of times only to find myself constrained by time and thus not finishing and not publishing. A thousand little things a day I see to comment on, a chuckle here a chuckle there. The largest ones trickle into evening and dinner time chatter but then the day is done and so are my chances for capturing. Has the photo journalist in me retired? Given over to the mechanics and routine of everyday? No. Not retired. My eyes open wide behind the rims observing. Perhaps this pause is a way for my story telling to evolve. One can hope but if Im honest im experiencing is a certain lack of drive. What happened to the nights I was willing to sacrifice so that I could have room to commit thought to page? I was far more prolific in writting while I was caretaking. It was a form of self care in a great many ways. Helped me keep my sanity some days. Without those pressures... well... i guess this is that. Speaking of:

I visited Willow after work for a few hours recently. She has begun to process the diagnosis of POTS (not in reference to the kind you smoke but in reference to the heart disorder) and is essentially mourning the things that she realizes she will never be able to do. Being in a constant state of "prefainting" is debilitating and when simple basic movements like walking spike her heart rate up to 160bpm she slips from prefaint into seizures and full on fainting spells. The elevate heart rate can last a minute or two or last for hours. Unlike my brothers WPW heart issues and his daughters heart issues, hers is unable to be corrected with open heart surgery. So she is facing a lifetime with this challenge.

In other news.. the quarterly town hall meeting at work was held last week. These meetings are always open to questions. One of my coworkers is a dancehall dj and he has been trying for at least 2 months to petition the activites committee to hire him for the gig. Im sure a dj was never in thier budget and I would wager a few bucks that his music style is rather narrow and may have factored into the fact that he had not recoeved word one way or the other (As far as I understand it) So towards the end of the meeting, he went right to the head and asked point blank. Good for him. He has been grinning for days since knowing he secured himself a spot. A work party with a dj? This will be the first work party Ive ever attended where there was dancing. Should be interesting.

Speaking of work parties, Gregs was this past weekend. Its usually held in september. I was unprepared for how hard allergies would hit me... Essentially rendering me usless for the rest of the weekend. To top it off Ive got a couple patches of my "summer rash" developing on both arms. Welts developing the minute the paw left my skin. Ive managed to keep the spots contained and there are no indications that it is going systemic. Knock on wood. Anyway, all that explains the title of this post.

But even though I might be frowny and grumpy on the outside. Inside im smiling and looking forward to some upcoming events. Ive got some planning to do.