This spring has been a whirlwind, literally. The ups and downs have had G-Force behind them, and keeping up has been a real challenge. Well, Universe, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
First, I tore my left shoulder just weeks before FKO. Nothing serious, but enough to make my arm useless for a while. It was my first MRI, and holding still while stretching out my arm was mildly horrible. But I did manage to fall asleep, so it wasn’t a total nightmare.
Then there was FKO! My first FKO and my second trip to Canada, and I was ridculously excited. The Canadian border patrolman poked at me once, and I managed not to panic. He only poked at me because Eric was doing all of the talking, but overall he was fine. Completely unimpressed the carful of instruments, which was a relief.
FKO itself was a dream! We got to hang out with so many people that we hardly ever get to see. So many amazing songwriters, singers, and smiles. We got to sit about in ConSuite and swap stories with some old friends, and a few new ones! If you haven’t already, go on the hunt for Piers Cawley. He’s an incredible storyteller, and a brilliant singer. He does more traditional English/Irish folk music, but he’s also hysterically funny! And speaking of funny, Gorgeous Gary!! Filk Waif Extraordinaire!!
Seeing Sooj is always a joy, and being inspired by her is a treat onto itself. Two words: Hot McGonagall. Oh Yeah, I went there. But it's not my fault! Alexander James Adams, you know not what you have wrought. And this time Heather Dale and Ben Deschamps got to go to a home con! They actually got to go home every evening! Yay for them!
And holy cats in a basket, Copy, Red Leader!!! Go find them. Right now. I’ll wait, seriously, GO NOW. Worth every second! I missed their concert, but their album is amazing!
On the way home, I wrote one of the crudest, most hilarious lists that I have ever written. “You might be a Redneck Submissive…” Yes, it’s both as funny and as bad as it sounds. The idea for the 4th album also decided to come racing into the 12 ½ hour roadtrip home. Not complaining!
Then came the real-life whirlwind: the tornados. Waking up to the tornado sirens is never fun. Half asleep, we stumbled downstairs, calling to the cats who were already quite scared. We checked the weather stations, we still had power. The funnel cloud wasn’t close enough to panic and it was moving away. We stayed up another 30 minutes to make sure that the next squall line wasn’t going to yield a similar wake-up. The cats snuggled up close to feel safe as the wind howled. We went back to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I laid awake, listening to the rain, counting the second between the lightning and thunder. Both cats lay over my legs, twitchy but lovey. As the storm drifted off, so did I.
Then 2 weeks ago, I got a serious curveball. One of my medications changed. My pharmacy changed which generic they used for my prescription. Oh, great.
PSA: if your pharmacy ever changes your generic medication, WATCH YOURSELF. Inform your family, inform those closest to you so they can keep an eye on you, and keep an eye on yourself. The pharmacy tells you it’s the same medication. Sometimes, it’s really, really not. One ingredient change, however benign, can make all the difference. This is a known issue when it comes to birth control pills, but in anti-depressants, MAOI’s, and a handful of other medications it can also be an issue.
Anyway, it took 5 days for me to adjust to my new meds. It may as well have been a dosage change. Eric and I agreed that if I didn’t see improvement in a week, I was going back to the Doctor. Last time this happened, I couldn’t sleep for almost a month. Thankfully, this time the manic subsided and I’m back to essentially normal.
But I still feel, energetically, like the flow that once ran a certain course is splashing every which way. I feel like a constant shotgun blast of energetic who-ha. A scatter-shot mess, no less powerful but much less controlled than it once was. It'as almost like a waterfall hitting a HUGE boulder int he side of a cliff and sending water flying in every direction as opposed to simply falling naturally. One external stimulus too many, and my brain scatters into attention marbles, rolling all over the place. Yay for beiung a human claymour mine!
And I know what one of the other main issues is. After this winter, it’s going to take time to recover. Eric and I both took a beating these past few months, and we’ve come out the better for it, but no less exhausted. but the healing has begun. even now, I can feel the sprouting of new growth slowly expanding. These next several weeks will be a healing balm of warm sunlight, pool time, and songwriting. The stories are coming. The songs are coming. And then there’s Hot McGonagall and Kaiju (that's right, I said KAIJU), but that’s another tale…
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