"You keep alive a moment at a time but still inside a whisper to a riot."
Health news first! I've had a cold for the past week, nothing much but for this cough I got. Which scared me because my left lung has been damaged by the pleurisy last year (good times), so I spent the whole week crazy anxious about it. This morning I had the usual blood test, medical examination and immunotherapy. The oncologist checked me all over and said it's just a cold, nothing new with my lungs, plus everything else looks even better than last time! That's a huge weight off my mind. I'm now torn in two: on one hand the sudden relief has me so relaxed I feel like falling asleep any second now, but on the other hand they gave me half a liter of cortisone today, and that's like three shots of espresso directly in my veins. Is this what doing drugs feels like? So weird.
In other news I'm still in shock from the election news, and I've been turning to Samantha Bee, John Oliver and Stephen Colbert for guidance and hope. Considering they all look various degrees of infuriated and shell-shocked, it's been less about comfort and more about feeling I'm not alone in still being unable to wrap my mind around it.
In other good news, I just bought a train ticket for thursday, so I can spend two weeks home, and I've already booked two therapy sessions with my therapist back in Venice. I'll stay there until 5 December, woot woot! \o/
In other news I'm still in shock from the election news, and I've been turning to Samantha Bee, John Oliver and Stephen Colbert for guidance and hope. Considering they all look various degrees of infuriated and shell-shocked, it's been less about comfort and more about feeling I'm not alone in still being unable to wrap my mind around it.
In other good news, I just bought a train ticket for thursday, so I can spend two weeks home, and I've already booked two therapy sessions with my therapist back in Venice. I'll stay there until 5 December, woot woot! \o/