So Christmas largely left me alone. The clusters and friends were more or less manageable while Brian was here. There were a couple of glitches, but it was ok because he had to deal with work issues at the same time. It was a lose-lose situation. We wouldn’t have been able to do anything anyway.
Now we come to NYE2015. I didn’t have any plans. My friends hadn’t gotten back to me, so I assume they were at the club spinning. I can’t deal with that because of the lights and noise. They call it deep house disco and rare groove disco. I call it noise.
The cats had been following me all morning. The jumped onto my shoulders. They followed me around. They sat on top of me the second I sat on the couch. I should’ve known something was wrong. I really should’ve know something was wrong when I didn’t get the 2:30 and 4:15am wake-up calls. Then it hit me, the 11:30 Express. They just kept getting worse after that hitting about every two hours. Meds really didn’t do anything, but I kept taking them anyway. At least they took the edge off or they forced me to sleep. My entire day, though, was shot.
As I look back on 2015, it was tragic. For the first half of the year, I was hospitalized 4 times because of the clusters. In July, I was forced to move to Phoenix to get at least some relief and control back to my life from the clusters. I even put a physical face to the clusters, a battle scar. I really can’t return to the Midwest because it’s a one-way trip to the hospital after spending just two days or so. My parents don’t believe me or buy it I don’t think, but there really isn’t anything I can do about that. At least I made it six months between my most recent hospital visit and the one before that. That’s encouraging.
Living out here is different. I love it out here. It’s sunny and warm and there’s no snow. I am not couch bound like I would be in Chicago, but today really reminded me of what my life in Chicago was. I function much better out here.
So, as Quetzalcoatl circles the globe eating the dying embers of a year gone by, I hope the flames he leaves in his wake bring a bright, sunny relatively pain-free future to us all.
Goodbye 2015 and Welcome 2016-Let’s see what’s in Pandora’s Box
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