F.i.in.e Moods

Sure, you worked hard

To acquire your title

And that's something

But I don't know you

And I owe no deference

Or respect toward you

Not for your title anyway

And my not using it

Doesn't mean disrespect

It's just that you and I

We're only humans

And it makes no sense

To elevate you above

Any other person I meet

Just 'cause you have a title

So I'm sorry, I can't 

I'll never address you

By any title you achieved

This forced expectation

I should mind your "station"

Doesn't sit well with me

- been on waiting lists for specialists since December... suspected diagnosis is hEDS, a degenerative condition which affects the connective tissues of the body... 

When a simple walk

Is an activity that

Has the ability

To injure your legs

You know something

Is not quite right

When every part

Of each of your extremities

Are strained by movement

And want to shatter

To pieces under the pain

While recovery is increasingly

Difficult to achieve

It doesn't leave much doubt

That your body's embarked

On a path to clear debilitation

So now finding a way to adapt

Is the supplemental challenge

You must learn to deal with

For losing your body's

Good usage isn't easy to accept

And aside the constant pain

Sadness and frustrations have

Ways of taking all breathing room

pas pour faire ma tannante

mais si cela continue

j'vais développer un complexe là

ça veut dire quoi 

sans jamais dire

quoi que ce soit ?

tant d'interprétations possibles,

et bien sûr, les miennes ne

penchent jamais vers le meilleur

comme j'ai dit, pas pour

faire ma tannante, mais là,

qu'est-ce que j'dois comprendre ?

- follow up to my post "Vaccine Hopes"...

I thought I should give a

Follow up about my vaccine

And how it turned out

Concerning side-effects.

I'm happy to say that my

System actually tolerated it!

There were no adverse effects,

Just a disabled arm for 2 days.

It was most painful in a way

That I couldn't move or use

My arm during this period.

It was the strangest thing.

But that's it.

Nothing else.

So, all's good!

A huge relief.

Next dose in four.

- reworked this one a little 'cause my first version was a bit more all over the place 'cause of my anxiety trying to present the experience ...

the first plane travel was incredibly overwhelming, but I did it... I always joke with my douce moitié that he surely doesn't doubt how much I love him after that ;) ... sorry, a bit long and rambly, but it was quite the experience...

Ok, try to picture this, if you will:

Thirty years living with agoraphobia et al.,

But another thing about me:  since toddlerhood,

I somehow became very fearful of man-made

Things (bridges, overpasses, etc);  like I knew

These things could crumble at any time.

So you can probably guess, forget not having

My feet firmly on solid ground, so no way in hell

I'd sit thousands of kilometers up in the air.

But due to circumstances, my douce moitié was not home,

He'd been living in England for months on end in order to

Be able to work, so it would have to be me who travels in

Order for us to be able to see one another.  And so, against

Every odd, I took a plane to England... on my own.

I was sick for a few weeks before the flight.

My nerves completely shot, and I'll spare

You the details of my stomach's antics,

But I really wasn't sure I'd manage it.

I was terrified; the thought horrified.

So, I spent a lot of time talking to myself,

And working really hard to not let these

Problems of mine ruin the best opportunity

Of my life to travel to England; but not

Only that, to be with my love again!

I missed him too much.  But my terror

Was a mighty and formidable opponent,

So, for days it went on, and on the day,

It still wasn't any better, but I pushed on,

Little step by little step.  Since I'd never

Flown in my life, there was the whole

Process to suss out as well, oh what fun. 

But I surprisingly didn't do too bad.  Still,

I sat on the plane; really not feeling good.

For seven hours, it was a ride from hell.

I spent the whole time keeping my nerves

In check so as to not lose my cool, so to speak.

Having a panic attack breakdown is not the time.

I did a lot of breathing exercises, and distraction

Methods all throughout the journey, but

Here again, I was doubtful at times that I'd manage.

But I did.  However, you can probably guess

That I must have looked a sight on my arrival,

And I evidently did, 'cause border control

Retained me, searched my baggage, read my journal(!),

Took my fingerprints and photos, and made me

Wait in a locked room for eight long hours!

Apparently my answers to the agents weren't

Satisfactory.  I haven't the slightest clue what

It is that I said which made them suspect my

visit to their country.  This nearly stretched

Me beyond my capacity to not breakdown,

It was way too nervewracking.  But, they stamped

My passport in the end, and wished me a good time.

My douce moitié was so livid - he nearly got

Himself arrested at the airport! (so not his nature!)

Profusely apologizing for such a rude welcome,

He was so beyond embarrassed, blood boiling,

But to be honest, I was too relieved and

Happy to be in his arms at long last.

We quickly found our center together.

I also told him to not apologize for something

He had nothing to do, you know, as Brits do (wink).

He's just a darling heart that man, I smile thinking of this.

The first plane travel was a truly gruelling experience,

And although I was able to manage all of my symptoms,

It didn't lessen with the subsequent flights I had to take.

It's not as intense when I travel with my douce moitié,

But I don't think I will ever, ever enjoy travelling this way.

- phasing out... 

After a while of nonsense

being spewed out, and

overtaking the waves in the air,

it all starts to sound, to me,

like the adults in Peanuts...

it's no use, i think this is done.

there's really nothing of the fray

that is left to be expressed.

it's all been said a thousand 

times over, if not millions,

so it's really not necessary

to devise more ways to say

the same goddamned things.

'cause where's the interest?

it's no use, i've lost mine

a very long time before now.

it only feels like wastes of time

distracting the ultimate goal

of life's natural pointlessness.

adding mine to the mix?

well, that's more than old...

- vaccines aren't medicine, per se, but still a foreign agent my system will have to acquaint itself with...

I'm not a really sick girl on a daily basis,

but if I do get sick, things can go very bad.

This is because my system is immunodeficient.

All viruses I've ever had have always

developed into acute pulmonary infections

that require heavy doses of meds to clear up.

So, with the current situation we're all living,

I'm an absolute nervous wreck at the

possibility of contracting this new one...

I'm really looking forward to the vaccine

and I'm so happy I have my appointment (May 20th),

but there's something else about my system:

it has the tendency to react to all forms

of medication introduced in my body

with usually the most severe side-effects.

I'm not sure if this vaccine will have 

that kind of effect for me, so I'm a bit

stressed about the aftermath of getting it.

But I'm weighing the potential outcomes:

Bad side-effects that will pass, then protect,

Or turn out to be critical, and harm me.

Or get the virus, which thrives in our lungs...

There's no reasonable expectation

that my system would survive its attack.

As I said, I'm happy I'll be getting the vaccine,

But I'm also anxious about how I'll react.

I'm hoping to all hopes it won't be too bad.